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I listen to what’s being said  about the Madleen on the Med & know that truth is somewhere hid  upon the waves of what was did. The what was didnt, didn’t land The what was couldnt understand The why was simple, couldn’t see The how was when things ceased to be. There ceased to be,…

I visited a Junkyard, in 2033 I took my time to look around to see what i could see. The shelves were full of broken dreams,  forgotten hope & twisted memes The clothes of recent Emperors  lay tattered at the seams. The place was full of Tesla & testosterone and bile Machines which massaged egos…

Nature notes Distant hedgelines froth in lacy ribbons, Blackthorn attired with subtle fragrances. Willows burst into softened bud as the Cherry begins to dress itself in wedding wear. The Plum joins in the race to find its dazzle in the high pressured times. Paths have become treadable once more as the waters of winters recede.…

Another day another dump Another bruise another bump Another twist another thump Another jive another jump Another lie another lump Another slur another slump Another deal another stump Another tiny hand fistbump.

Gethsemane, a long time ago ; an Olive grove with space to grow A myth on which a creed was formed, a time which saw a legend born. A prophecy and all it spoke transformed him from a humble bloke Into messiah, he who rose, ascending as the story goes…. A holy man from Gods…

Upon the cuckoos call I wait In garden mode as April ends Amidst the chatter from the hedge The melody of feathered friends. Returning wings from Africa To bring the sound of summers tone The rise and fall, the beck and call Of culculus returning home. The migrant songstress calls her mate A flagrant song…

On Denmark Hill with time to kill I sit and drink my coffee dark Ahead of me a workshop waits A Lynam time of Modern Clown Upon a dreamless night I slept And rose to early pinkish dawn To find myself awaiting fate Refreshed, about to be reborn. Confetti on South London’s breeze the blossomfall…

Torrents of abhorrence from across the twisted pond Maladjusted reckoning, a tide of endless wrong Inanity, polarity, profanity and bile the scent of orange Lunacy upon his crooked smile. With sycophants and cronies hanging on to every word Perpetuating damaged lies with rhetoric absurd. Making nothing great again, an omelette full of stink upon a…

The Xenophobes are ramping up their rhetoric and ire With fearful rancid reasoning they’re stoking up the fire In echoed voice, a call to arms, with costs becoming higher The politics of poverty, the largesse of the liar. A stranger is a fellow that we haven’t met before And he or she or they are…

A Robin bobs and watches as i sit to write these words The equinox in passing says “ its time that this was heard” Close your eyes and listen well to all the sounds abounding Take a breath, inhale the smell of nature in its grounding, Find a moment, feed your soul, ignore the constant…