Author: Dux …

Buds begin to swell and bloat as blossomtime the hedges feel Tulips push towards the moon, in rush the turning of the wheel. Dormant thoughts awake and stretch acknowledging that time is real Ramsons scent on Marches breeze, with eyes we notice whats’ revealed. Mating birds in nesting form as hours lengthen surely must Celandine…

Spring begins with tingling senses,  buds appearing, finding form. Rising sap in surge propenses,  seasons yearning;  natures norm. Birds a-nesting, frogs a-spawning,  croci speaking, weather warning Toads a-croaking softly spoken,  Progenating, ever dawn. Ancient cycles, ain’t no whyfores,  things are just as things are must. Bulbs a-ripen, always happens,  cycles shifting, life adjusts. Neath the…

Dirt and sleaze, the world is on its knees Whilst many pray to plastic gods i spend my time with trees The Sycamore is budding, the Oak in silence waits As we head towards the ides of March uncertain of our fates. Sleaze and dirt, there’s people getting hurt Its time to ring the warning…

A compendia of Epithets and Epigrams without an Epilogue. Either yesterday or the day before I can’t remember any more I can’t remember any less It’s hard to know which way is best… Ding dong dell – pussies in the well The clown is in the white house and he’s damned us all to hell…

A year ago I left my job, a different path to find Behind me all thew things I was in body and in mind Ahead of me uncertainty, a life to find its form In circumstance a new found dance ( and UBI being born ) A year or so of come and go with…

With truth becoming lies, I guess we should expect the skies to darken as the day arrives and brighten as the moon doth rise, with truth becoming lies. I guess we should expect the light to dim and cast an awkward shade upon the face of shadowed life to unforbid whats been forbade. With lies…

Engulfed in the diabolic how are we to breathe How are we to ascertain the things we can believe In rollercoaster motion we are cast upon an ocean and set adrift to navigate a jumble of emotions. Circuses and bread, the world is off its head The clowns have taken over and have put the…

A is for ahhhhh ( and not artificial snow ) B is for Bisto and Boxes and Brrrrrrrrr C is for Carol Singing Penguins ( it’s a thing ) D is for Dad’s expecting Socks again E is for Everything you don’t need F is for Friends who are no longer with us G is…

An illusory gander around the doors of a duxicus inventive An advent compendium with lines taken from poems ( with some that haven’t been written yet  ) Behind number one is a carrot, its always a carrot, Think snowman hard think snowman thawed Behind Number two is a broken pulpit Ignoring zion is nigh on…

In twentyfive I might just try to figure out the reasons why A circle needs the maths of Pi and onions make our eyeholes cry In twentyfive I might spend time a-working in and out of rhyme Establishing the cardinals and working out the cost of prime In twentyfive I might just try to understand…