"How like a fawning
   publican he looks"


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                The
           Merchant
                  of
            Guinness

It is eccentricity when one is
English, but if Irish, it's mad.

Humphrey is a long way from
Tipperary, closer to Wadsworth.

"He looks the whole world in the
  face, for he owes not any man"

Yet, they try to Blacken, Smith of
the village, Tadcaster, Oxton Hall.

Great spirits always encounter
opposition from mediocre minds.

I raise my glass to you Humphrey S.
even though it's filled with Guinness.


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As you can see, I ploughed it, next

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I planted the seeds, all bio organic

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and then I waited for the irrigation


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to grow a fine crop of hieroglyphics


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The British have been Brexited

La France fcuked out of Africa

America not allowed in BRICS

And Jews pack a sad in Dublin.

Ireland is now viewed as
the most compassionate
country for Arab nations
in the world, our support
for Palestine has earned
us Islams highest respect
and we will be welcoming
all the refugee’s seeking a
safe haven from genocide
being committed by Jews.
And now that there is no
Israeli Embassy in Dublin
the country is cleansed of
evil, almost, F.UK.US to go.

Not every conscience has
been allocated an address,
mine, or should I say ours,
has it's only used as a night
courier drop for Ego, from
Yin@demonsdeiveries.com

Michael  Holly  Barrett's
poetry it's like driving in
the forest on a Summers
day, but wishing Winter.

Be it the latter, I could turn
the windscreen wipers on,
then swipe the glass clean
of insects and bird splatter.

But I am not in my van, I'm
at the computer using my
index finger to speck check,
is it a fly mark or punctuation?

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I soldiered on when hope was gone ,
Trance fixed  by a light shining , so brightly.
Almost deaf and nearly blinded,
I moth shuffled on, determined to find it.

An angelic cherub, landed on my shoulder
His little finger ,he pointed.
It was a heavenly light of Bethlehem,
Christmas night , l became so excited.

I stumbled and fell three times,
I was my fathers son, the chosen one
born to carry that cross
I would find my path, and the idiot.

Who left on the Hall light, all night
I'll find him, and I did , and told him
We'd put this episode behind us,
but then, went back to bed, and forgot
to put off the Hall light again.

Michael Holly Barrett. ©




Ps.

There is no need to copyright that poem
Mr M.H. Barrett, nobody will plagiarise it.