Author: Dux …

The poets heart is bruised by news of scandal and abuse & so he bandages his dreams & plants his garden full of seeds, he wipes away his tears collects a pocketful of fears & makes a choice to use his voice to dam the river running red. Damn the followers and fools damn the…

I’m asking for a friend I’m guessing that it’s all ok and things are in the mend. Are markets full of food once more? Have potholes all been filled? Have things got back to normal now that hatred has been killed? It’s time we saw the images and heard the stories told Now that peace…

When ridicule is all we have then ridicule we must, releasing pressure from a valve and holding on to hope we trust that thickened skin will puncture and shame will show its face pomposity and hubris landing ‘cross the human race. Alarms are being sounded a wake up call is heard, the brewing storm is…

Beyond the spikes of ridicule where satire fails to reach the lunacy extends itself from orange into peach, Preposterous profanities Infect our daily feeds normality is nowhere found, We don’t know where this leads, So hold on tight to those you love hold tighter still to hope and know that somewhere deep inside You’ll find…

In no-mans land where fat balls swing and seeded feeders hang the sparrows cease to quarrel nor the yellow tits harangue, they somehow seem to work it out and share the offered feast, a lesson from our feathered friends, Enjoy the spoils of Peace.

the doublespeak is rachetting, deceit is in the air apparentcy is questioned by the liars in the lair when facts are disembowelled by versions called under a spell we lose the truths validity as we journey into hell

As all alone he sat in the darkness of the night a single ticket theatre for a movie truly shite, a blatant hagiography, a flagrant waste of time, a cellulioded canker of a cinematic crime. Tomatoes rotting perfectly he grabbed the critics pen to waste my time more fruitfully I’ll need to go again. PS.…

Schisms up the magnitude of orders being smashed isms being isms In a world which couldn’t last, balance out of kilter in the ways that things are done I woke to rise this morning in a world without a sun. They colonised the limits with a spread of rank decay polluting what was beautiful with…

Redacted to a darkened void where sins committed  sit in shaded corners  full of shame. Perjured proof as Kompromat the crime of grimy goings on goes on and on and on. Light is shone and shadows fall yet still the perpetrators  fail to face their foulness full. Opprobrium washes over the facts and dries itself…

================ A poet chanced upon a while to linger in the younger lands of Wrexham, on a projects worth of learning late last Spring. As part of Lead Creative Schools our fool who art in Arts own mind arrived, began to play and found a flow where plans could manifest. This pioneer ( in name…