I Dont’s & I Do

I don’t want to live
in a county that has
nuclear power plants

I don’t want to live
in a country that has
a mosquito problem

I don’t want to live
in a county that has
excessive heat/cold

I don’t want to live
in NZ. So what about
Ireland? Yes, yes,I do!

.       Shadow shade, unlit darkness,
        rain, long after it stops. Falling
        leaves acorns cones chestnuts.

        Squirrel crow pigeon droppings,
        Jackson *******’d solar panels.
        No moon, or starry starry night.

        Satellite interruptions, loss of 4G,
        so, as you can see, ‘twas the only
        one free and I’m under that tree!!

God franchised Catholicism
made Rome the head office.
Then he employed waiters &
no. no waitresses because he
said they can’t keep secrets.

It was better than McDonald’s,
no kitchens just a bit of wafer
and only once a week at that.
Anyone that didn’t toe the line
was sacked, like St Christop’her.

According to rumours he was a
cross dresser, that he used hang
out with traveling people, tinkers
from Ireland and St Brendan who
turned holy water into Potcheen.

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I could have been an
athlete, my stamina
and agility were not
in short supply, but
after missing a goal,
I was told that next
time I should go for
a pint, I did just that
and the first poem I
ever composed was
on a Guinness Mat!









Ps

I’m still writing my
mind is very sharp
& active but I hear
the goalkeeper is
on a Zimmer frame.

Why are flat earth society
Members using a spirit
Level on Israel as a logo?

Zelensky’s been given a
Doctors bag, with eye
drops, a stethoscope,
and a packet of Aspro’s.

His 1st Lady was asked
if and when she was
returning Sean Penn’s
    vibrating Oscar.

Kamala Kaze Camelot
Chameleon Harris was
curious to know why
she christened it Putin?

.         Everyone knows but for
          Lee Iacocca Ford would
          still be painting all of the
          cars black. What people
          are not aware of is that
          Henry had a fixation with
          rack n pinion and the old
          fashioned horse and dray
          leaf suspension system.
          Model T engineering was
          a cart without a horse.
          While other manufacturers
          were painting their vehicles
          different colours, they were
          all endeavoring to design a
          support system that did not
          creak, shock absorber was
          coined and instead of metal
          to metal, rubber bushings
          became fashionable, it even
          became hydrolastic and coil
          or oil filled like the Citroen.
          The French are putting tyres
          on their Metro Train wheels
          and horses have rubber shoes.
          But this poem is not about
          automobiles or Henry Ford.

          It is about Rachael Carson.

.           When I left home
            1st time in search
            of fame or fortune.

            These anonymous
            words were written
            on my go away card.

            Initially, I presumed
            it was a grammatical
            error, now, not so sure.

.        After 2000 years, God,
         in his infallible wisdom,
         decided that the Zionists,
         should be in one place.

.          

        I found this pen and a
        fully loaded cartridge
        by her side and I am
        wondering what it was
        she intended to write.

        The ink’s blood red as
        you notice, not a ball
        point either, it is a real,
        nibbed hemophiliac, I’d
        say she knew too much.


For

Shireen Abu Akleh

.   Oh that but my life’s
    turbulent wake, that
    crease of self harm,
    sealed, and calmed
    to a sea of tranquility.

    Oh for the wisdom of
    hindsight and not red
    rag the winds with my
    sails of arrogance, filled
    with an invisible enemy.

    Oh but for this tacking
    course I charted, never
    yielding or conceding to
    forces of nature greater
    than all my persistence.

    My genuflecting bow has
    been keel hauled in surf,
    my decks waterboarded
    yet I refused to let go my
    feeble grip of the tiller.

    A stern faced insistence
    without a moral compass
    to guide me, still, I search
    for that elusive tranquility,
    on the island I left, and lost!

.         Just as all species in
         nature, our circadian
         rhythm summons us
         to the synchronized
         clocks of a universally
         co-ordinated accord.

         It is a photo sensitivity,
         in the west, where our
         shadows congregate.
         This explains darkness
          in our hemisphere, it
          only now dawned on me!

.                Nobody ever sees
              pain, but everyone’s
              of the illusion that it
            is not felt, by the rebel.

           Finn, the folklorian hero
          of Ireland had his thumb
       burned, a metaphor, to stop
      him writing resistance poetry.

Does a fact simile
Have an synonym
I asked Webster
When we met up
With Collins in the
Chambers and of
Course with his
Usual wit he said
Everything, even
Words are In Pears.

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.      Is there no end to my geniu

     I spent all morning wondering

     If there should be a punctuation

     Mark in the title but I’m not sure!

Breaking     / \  /    [-    \ / \ /    (
                                                        )

.                    

.          Suicide in any form,
         be it Hunger Strikers
        Kamikaze Flighters or
         Self Igniters, it is the
         ultimate weapon and
        there's no defence to it.

.   Allergy In A Country Churchyard

    When I was a wee lad I recall going
    to visit graves at St Gobnats on all
    souls day with my family and we
    were told to never walk on grassy
    mounds nor look at the ones on the
    left inside the gate because they
    were those(evil)English Prodistants
    and my mother said that there was a
    dew there also. I thought t’was mist.

But we don’t all share similar fashion
But we don’t all share similar language
But we don’t all share similar cuisine
But we don’t all share similar religion
But we don’t all share similar music
But don’t we all share similar shrouds?

.              Missing The Message

          I spent twenty years of very
           devout regular attendance
            I followed the big book to
              the word and I believed,
              but I’m still an AAtheist
                 I am inconvertible

I think that the jars
Which were used to
Carry moon beams
Home, had sealed
Lids because it was
Really moon shine.

.           Anxiety and anger are
            the centurions of fear,
             but it shares a border
             with calm and collected,
             therefore, when their
             guard dog barks, it makes
             an enemy of its own echo.

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                                                   ) ) )

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I busked and I sang
While my cat played
The fiddle cos I'm out
of work and we're
both outside L\DL.

The tune that we played
was high ******          ******,
Miss a word in the middle
and it makes the riddle?

so, what's the chorus ??

.             Pass the present was
             a game, but it became
             a reality when time was
             equated to money and
             Dow Jones began to sell
             futures on stock markets.

             The days of hedging ones
             bets immediately became
             past tense because off
             shore shell companies used
             them as fun’ds for their
             entertainment at our expense.

             Then they introduced the
             once bitten coin for shy
             investors assuring them
             that pennies from Heaven
             was not just a song and
             they proved it with their 3
             coins in the Roman fountain.

             They talk about bull markets
             occasionally it’s a bear but
             culling in never mentioned
             because that would be the
             Proverbial red rag and the
             last thing they want you to
             is blood & gore of Pamplona.

Patterson Maguire,
a journalist from the
Pyromania Gazette
Is just back from an
Interview with Satan.

Due to global warming
the fires of Hell are to be
quenched indefinitely.
The Biden régime are
trying to employ that it
was Red Adair’s doing
as he was a Demoncrat.

Maguire asked Satan
what was he going to do
when Benjamin Netenyahu
turned up? He responded.

I told God of my intentions
and he said that when the
time comes, he would send
down Cinder-Ella to stoke
the embers and that they
would barbecue the *******
then feed him to the hounds.

.         On the jigsaw box was a
          geographical map rather
            than the conventional
                     photograph.

          Consisting of 500 parts
          titled the utopian dream
       but impossible to assemble
    as it missed the pieces of peace.

This Land Is Your Land

Irish Refugee Racists are
genetically compromised
by the able ***** of slave
trader colonizers who no
doubt impregnated souls
and bodies and minds of
their ancestors, because
the descendent’s of true
Celtic Brehan’s feel no
such animosity’s to their
fellow humans in need of
security sanctity & shelter.

Welcome I say, to all who
wish to come and stay in
any part of the Irish Isle &
that includes, fleeing Jews.

.             God has punished the
              evil ones throughout
              history but now he has
              corralled them in one
              location and few if any
              wish for the Hollywood
              textbook scenario ending.

              The final scene of act 2.

              It’s going to be a WRAP.

.         Just as all species in
         nature, our circadian
         rhythm summons us
         to the synchronized
         clocks of a universally
         co-ordinated accord.

         It is a photo sensitivity,
         in the west, where our
         shadows congregate.
         This explains darkness
          in our hemisphere, it
          only now dawned on me!

.                Nobody ever sees
              pain, but everyone’s
              of the illusion that it
            is not felt, by the rebel.

           Finn, the folklorian hero
          of Ireland had his thumb
       burned, a metaphor, to stop
      him writing resistance poetry.

Does a fact simile
Have an synonym
I asked Webster
When we met up
With Collins in the
Chambers and of
Course with his
Usual wit he said
Everything, even
Words are In Pears.

.      Question Not A Declaration.


     Is there no end to my geniu  ?


     I spent all morning wondering

     If there should be a punctuation

     Mark in the title but I’m not sure!

Breaking     / \  /  [-  \ / \ /  (
                                                  )

.               netenyahu@flix.is

                      Genocide.

         Latest pogrom produced
          Directed and funded by
         Zionists shot entirely on
            Location in Gaza and
              West Bank is in its
             Final season due to
            Investor scepticisme
           About how it is being
            Received worldwide.

.    I can’t see the bridge but I
     certainly hear sounds of
     wheels hitting expansion
     joints, rat a tat tat, 6 times,
     remorseful sounds, Morse’d.

     Myrzah had a vision where
     the depiction of life was
     Illustrated by those who
     made it across but also by the
     many who fell through cracks.

     So as we traverse the torrents
     of life on rickety constructions
     be aware that the word Pontoon
     lent its name to a game of chance,
     just like that shaky bridge at Genoa.

.             Imagine - nation
                                   /           /
        They say it is Tir n’a Nog
         where Darby O’Gill and
            the little people live.

           I come from there, yet,
            not everyone got the
           gift, but then, I’m Finn.








Irish is not just a nationality
It is a fairytale feeling, it is
a conscious dream, it is a
a constant serendipitous
encounter of fact & fiction
it is where horizon and sky
meet to discuss fantasy &
fable, it is as unrealistic as
one can make it, because
there is no antidote wanted
for states of chronic euphoria.



George Bernard Shaw
Said that an Irishman
Is nothing but his
Imagination

Untethered minds are
not constrained by
conventional thought.

Nor abide in abodes
other than those of
  Non Domicile Fix.

.             What did God do to
              stop the Holocaust,
              if Satan was in on it
              then who’s to blame.

              It appears that God
              is finally intervening
              p.p Allah, on behalf
              of Gaza Palestinians.

              It speaks multitudes,
              says a lot about the
              chosen ones and bids
              us ask this question.

               If those who inflict
               the most on those
               who can endure the
               most, does mc2=Evil?

,      
.           Regent Street Christmas.
          ‘Tis buskin I waz, with me
            Irish penny whistle and I
           were tinkin, as I looked at
             the toys in the window.

              What if me flute were
                magic and all them
              childer were to follow
                me up to Piccadilly,
                to Fossett’s Circus.

                 Sure I could get a
               free ticket for them
              all, George Lowe, the
               founder was born in
             Mallow, my home town.

               Billy Cotter’s brother,
              from Ballydaheen ran
              off with Duffy’s Circus
               and became a clown,
             I wish I’d went with him.

.              It’s my writing pad,
               I don’t possess a
               bower, nor a muse
               either, unless one
               considers pain an
               abstract influencer.

                I’m the anonymous
                laureate uncrowned,
                crayons and cheap
                chalk my mediums,
                so, I’m not indelible,
                or, indeed, infallible!

                 Not a Banksy, that’s
                 for sure, nobody has
                 opted to underwrite
                 or plagiarize any of
                 my contributions, but,
                 Roger Waters looked!

.            Freddie Owens was lucky
            (in one sense of the word)
          to be born in a state of grace.

             Saville Row is where one
            goes to get kitted out for
            important occasion suits.

             Death Row is where the
            unborn are taken by their
           mothers for a white shroud.

          America is a lottery, winners
         and losers pending on where
         one is conceived in the union.

             But that’s Demos Kratos,
          well, their interpretation of it,
    though they are God fearing people.

.           Expansion joints on
            rails, do for wheels,
            what cobblestones
            will, to horse shoes.

            Rat a tat rat a tat tat
            is the equivalent of
            clip, clop, clip, clop,
            that’s onomatopoeia.

            Dry saliva, teeth of
            steel, growl, groan,
            growl groan one can
            hear a saw dog bark.

           Or a frozen cat being
           sliced in a band saw
           has an audibly distinct
           Meeeeeeeeeeeeeeow.

           Iron horse approached
           and the stallion reared,
           territorial nickering to
           ******* the mares.

.        That’s what everyone says
          but there is a factory in the
          stomach where a lot of the
          employees would say that
          mind over matter is fiction,
          not fact, fabricated faeces.

          Eat the ego some will say,
          fast, but not frequently is
          it’s antonym. Lent is not
          of any consequence, but
          size does have a common
          and divisible denominator.

          Everything and everyone
          is governed by the simple
          equation of ratio and to
          comprehend that one has
          understand the principle
          of the cantilever, so try to
          imagine being the fulcrum.

          It’s where weight watching
          just as train spotting will
          make sense to some, but
          others have no interest in
          hanging around building
          sites to see tower cranes
          lift and bell ring at capacity.

.                        Rat$taR

                   Is it Hollywood?
                   no it is Hamelin,
                   Boomtown, but
                   not the same as
                   Bob Geldof’s one.

                   It is home of the
                   fairytale, by the
                   brothers Grimm,
                   Jakob & Willheim,
                   Their Pied Piper.

                   Lost his job with
                   Rentokill, he went
                   out on his own got
                   a start up grant &
                   never looked back.

                   But one day when
                   the rats were in the
                   sewer eating turds
                   of swine'r schnitzel,
                   the kinder followed.

A young girl was walking
in the woods near Alsfeld
minding her own business
when suddenly from behind
a tree a bear shouted, hello
Goldilocks would you have
a spare piece of toilet paper?

The girl responded, I’m not
Goldilocks and I can’t help
you with the toilet paper but
I am just about to change my
sanitary pad, here, you can
have the old one! Thank you
said the bear, enquiring.

What is your name miss?

I am little red riding hood!!

.          News Bullet In

         Magazine triggers
          fused explosion
         targeting assassin

.    We can deflect,
     but not harness
     winds, yet, we
     tether thoughts,
     because of our
     inability to divert
     they're demands.

.   /-/ezbollah
   /-/amas
  /-/outhi
/-/aifa
/-/ell

.                        Blow Hards

                    Gust if you must
                   Howl even louder
                 Hurricane till hoarse
              Tirade your trade winds
           Typhoon your little trinkets
      Tornado to the top of your voices
     Roaring forty’s fifty’s or even sixties    
   Storm your silhouetted steam shadows
But do not forget that the Russian doll drums

.   There is a place between
      rocks and hard places
   There is a place between
            flight and fight
   There is a place between
        happiness and sad
   There is a place between
          light and darkness
   There is a place between
             life and death
   There is a place, but, it’s
           never mentioned
    Because remaining static
   never appeased my shadow.