Kashmir thanks to the
British is nothing to
Singh about as per all
in wake of empire.

It is a birthday cake of
Himalayan icing with
three blown candles,
but no one said happy.

Politicians, priests
photographers and
newspaper editors
spoke out loudly of
an injustice, people
paraded, poets hit
out in rhyme and in
treason, yet, we all
failed, even Francis,
but, he bequeathed
his mobile to Gaza.

Nor a grain of rice
not a solitary lentil
or functioning taps
but pots to cook in

pennant wing flutters
at full mast in the sea breeze
roaring water bay



For Jeremy Irons
@castlekilcoe.irl

Before the shuffle,
cut, deal & Trump,
Crimea and Gaza
were prizes, Putin
a hat, both players
will share the pool!

J’ai mal dans ma tete

If I had a plaster cast, a
crutch, or a cane, my
wound, though invisible,
would be admissible.

Mentally malfunctioning
has no visible means
of support, therefore, I
am a maligned malingerer.

Ps

Mind health issues are
on the rise, but voicing
one’s condition is futile,
it is          in invisible ink.

I gave it an extra r
just in case you ?
that I can’t spell !

The Greeks use
beads just like we
did for the rosary.

It’s all about minds,
trying to keep them
occupied I do poetry.

My head’s a cesspool
over active can’t dumb
it down not even sleep.

Once were worriers was
a New Zealand Māori film
I did a bit of it there too.

The **** Mobile
was a glass Ig+loo
and when stopped
t’was always over a
person hole cover
because Francis
insisted on being
politically correct
LGBTQ and all that
non misogynistic
anti Trump *******.

Acid rain’s a problem.
The dews are caustic.
Soda is in Irish bread.
Gaza is an AGA oven.
Bagels roll in the ****.
Doughnuts are hollow.
Croissant’s a crescent.
And a scone is a stone,
Palestinians gift the IDF.

One cannot feel two
pains at the same time,
this is medically proven.

If you grind without using
proper goggles, close one eye,
this is lateral thinking Irish logic.

Sometimes I think, if
we dig deep enough
in our minds, we will
find words, which, if
committed to paper,
no longer control us.

Let he who has not
sinned cast the first
boomerang at those
who, possibly have!

Brain fog, misty eyes,
runny nose & dribble
is the long range fore
cast for us all, but we
must never give in to
the gravitational pull.

The brain is unable to
differentiate between
what’s real & imagined.

Erections are a perfect
example of this theory,
but wet dreams prove it.

Eve left the garden of
paradise adamant she
had seen enough, but
she forgot to pick her
Apple up at the gates
of Heaven, from Peter.

Because she was a
person place or and
a semi - anonymous
***** she preferred
to be referred to, as
the common usage
pronoun in grammar.

One might assume
IE (those who live in
future and past, or
both) that now would
be mid way between
the two, but that isn’t
the case and while we
have had less time in
past we tend to spend
more in the future but
when we have less left
in the future we spend
more in the past and in
both instances we cross
the present to get there
and as we all know, the
present is now and that
is why it’s called the gift!

Everyone wants best
prices and bargains

Cheap flights exploits
and **** hydrocarbons

Everyone wants to eat
more but to pay less

McDo’s, junk food, love
handles, what a mess

Everyone is thinking
about global warming

While trying to stay cool
without sounding alarming

Everyone professes to
be an animalarian

Yet only 6 per cent of us
are actually vegetarian

AA & AI form Coal’ition
With Cinder-Ella, Sooty Foot
& Captain Chimney Sweep.

Dr. Plumb Bob will put spin on ***.

Flue liners are optional for smoke
signalling semaphoric campaign
messages. Roof toppers wanted.

Contact.MarlboroMan@Lungs.US

Only the Black Japan
bovines have rights
     on this, they’re
        dark cows!

Bet you I can
get you to turn
your mobile up
side down

Imagination is nothing
without visualisation.
Thunder would never
make it on to the paper,    
if not for the lightening*.  

When the cloud factories
open their release valves
and skies are congested
with cumulus, Kilcoe has
a ray, of orange sunlight!

I am a mere poet, albeit
a vegetarian one, thus I
do not endear myself to
the carnivore or omni’s.

But imagine being press,
in Gaza with a button on
your back, a red one like
a bulls eye on dartboards.

It is not a nationality, in
fact, some are blow ins.

They are migrants, just
here for nectar & honey.

They mate with natives
breed like buds and go.

Yet they bring colour &
blossom harvest & fruit.

Swallows arrived, what
pestilence do they have.

And the Cuckoo, another
unworthy, I’m not a racist.

But, we are an island, our
own birds, shoot them all.

Fact’s are sacred
& it’s why scared
hides in a red sac.

Poetry by P. Rose is AI.
Alexa, or the GPS lady
would make it a better
listen, she drones in a
mundane, monologue.

I had severe laryngitis,
hoarse as a hound but
they wouldn’t permit a
a substitution which is
why it sounds onerous.




By Finn Mac Eoin

I go to bed with the hens,
as I get older and like dry
cattle I don’t drink a drop
late on in the afternoon in
hope of sleeping out, or is
it in. Either or, I never miss
the dawn chorus, because
I’m rostered by the rooster,
and, by Roaring Water Bay.


Ps,

Roaring Water Bay is in
West Cork Ireland, it is
where Jeremy Irons and
Sineid Cusack live in a
fairytale pink castle, be
sure & google. Magical.

Of life confined, then
suddenly an induced
agoraphobia and the
fear of final freedom.

How high do I fly and
where do I perch how
do I build a nest who
will bring me my food.

What is a cat and the
only bird I have seen
that I like, since I got
out is the caged one.

When voices go hoarse
When wane ears waxen
When 20 / 20 is halved
And attention’s divided!

Then is when why what
Where, and by whom is
Controlling the national
Narrative, is suspicious.

Everyone seems to have
the need for the one up

Nations use monuments
statues or highest tower

Skyscrapers, monolithic
statements to greatness

I think the spire in Dublin
is so suitably simplistic

Just like Martin Kelleher’s
office shed in Clonakilty.

Merrick 1862-1890

There are no such things
as miracles if there were,
then Joseph Carey M, of
Whitechapel would have
been canonised by Pope
piety for being a treeman
divine deciduous person.

One often hears said
of a discovery in the
attic of an unfinished
poem. Well, I found a
3 letter barely started
title beside an empty
ink bottle and an old
fountain pen. One of
those with the rubber
refills which needs to
be squeezed and then
released for siphoning.

Just like teats of a cow.

There is usually something
afoot when the sky shutters
are drawn closed. Normally,
not too long afterwards one
begins to hear the pots and
pans being hurled across a
silver lined expanse as Thor
and Zeus explode into what
becomes a lightning abuse,
that always ends up in tears.

A salty tidal spray Celtic
mist with the foggy dew
Atlantic wind and fairies
plus rays of a watery sun
are bringing slow erosion
to the rust house of Irons.

The moon has no fixed
abode, other than a pad
behind the hill according
to a very old Irish song.

The sun is not nearly as
adventurous, same old
same old, but there are
a lot people like this also.

Let the hare set is a saying
which means to pause for
a moment and a rabbit set
is and area a bit like a hutch.

Game set and match is the
tennis term which is almost
the same as lock stock and
barrel, or, the full caboodle.

There is a set square which
is an implement rather than
a tool used by an engineer,
so called due to being fixed.

On the set is the stage term
abbreviated from the setting
which was often a backdrop
set up to assist the audience.

There’s a couch settee which
is a low working class lounger.
Sofa is aspirant bourgeois, but
I much rather, Chaise Longue!

A settle is more than reaching
an agreement or fixing debts
a settle is/was also a wooden
chest or a pew in a monastery.

Settlers are unscrupulous Jews
stealing land from Palestinians
in the West Bank after already
being gifted Israel by the Brits.

.   The Cuckoo comes in
    April and squats a nest
   in May, and sure what of
it, if she’s not able to build
one for herself and anyway
  all she does is lay an egg
  and the host bird hatches
   then feeds the chick, it is
    natures best example of
  symbiotic socialist sharing.


We humans need to heed it.



30th April 2025
Skibereen Ireland.

.   The Our Glass

           
            

                   ‘
In Tir na Nog where
time is semaphored
with arm, and open
fist, Demi Tempo is
when the Harp sits
on top of the cloud,
half way to Heaven!

If I was a Fred with a *******
and a nose that stuck out in a
crowd I’d be similar to Cyrano
de Bergerac or Van **** with
his **** not allowed. in a dam.

Ps

If the Belgian boy stuck his
***** and not his finger in
the Dutch ****, then Holland
would not be under sea level.

A taste of darkness can
still be appreciated even
if it is direct from the can.
           (Guinness)

Imagine being blind if you
will or sighted and living
in Gaza where the sewers
electricity and water supply
are all off permanently with
compliments from the Zions.

But what about all those who
are unable to tamper with a
meter or pay the power bill!

We know not what
pain even anguish
a rose endured on
its thorny route to
petaled perfection

Power Outage

Iberia to Siberia
Spaniards think
it’s end of world.

End of bullfights
if you turn lights
back on Francis.

A carbon footprint
Has been found in
An Irish bog next to
The skeleton of the
Fossil fool who died
Of hypothermia in a
Hibernation Ig which
Was a house without
A Loo and according
To DNA tests at Cork
University it was male
From Kerry and he got
Frostbite in his *****
While he was up the
Haggard due to what
May be his prostate.

The Metaphor Sandwich

Some seem to think that
cake their mothers used
to bake could be kept, &,
eaten as a take away, no
matter how far or for how
long they decided to stay
expatriated, and just like
those proverbial canines
who don’t want the bone,
they are not willing to let
mangy strays eat it either!

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The parable of migrants
and envious immigrants.

If de scribed, is not erased
and prescribed is not taken
why are Hamas proscribed
if terror is ascribed by IDF?

.               1 - 05 - 2025

May They M’Aidez May Day !


                  **** Isreal

If someone was to hand you
your life in a jig saw puzzle
the first thing you would do
is assemble a perimeter cage,
then you would try to piece it
together from the faded and
damaged images on the box.

As you put the last fragment
to complete the picture you
suddenly get the idea of the
exercise and that was, that it
makes no difference, you had
a second chance and just like
the first time, you fcuked it up.

I sleep in hell
I wake in purgatory
I spend my days in limbo

When a voice sounds
against a wall of deaf
ears that turns a blind
eye, its echo, is born !

Tides turn for a similar
reason and that’s why
people can hear a sea
repeat itself, in a shell.

But where does time
go when we are not
watching the clock &
does it ever come back?

**** the Yiddish
         and
The British ****
         but
LUCK’s 4 the Irish
         yet
D.T stops the BUCK
          put
Zelensky in a RUCK
          so
Kiev’s a sitting DUCK
          not
Happy pigs in the MUCK
           no
Scapegoat boat for a PUCK
           after
President Putins nip and TUCK