Donald the Trump
Is joker of the pack
Worth fifty points
But many are blank.

Isreal said it is time
To think outside the
Box but Gaza is not
A hypotenuse square
And has no equals on
The opposite sides
Certainly not to the
North nor to its east.

What have we/I learned
from those who want to
make Palestine palatable.

A west facing Riviera of
where it was said that an
Empires sun never sinks.

Location rotation vacation
prime site developments
rubble house constructions.

But Lady Gaza gestates, no
abortion, no caesarian and
no miscarriage(s) of justice.

What we/I have learned, is
endurance resistance and
persistence Al-ways prevail.

The solidarity of solitude
not only seemed too long
a title for a poem, it is also
contradictory, or is it I ask?

It may be a surprise to find
that solidarity is unity and
an agreement of feeling, yet
solitude's a state of seclusion.

But solace can found by some,
in total desolation, as a hermit
in a desert(ed) area, which is
where 'Eremia' Greek is from.

The problem for many is their
inability to share isolation with
the Id and thus, Ego's fear of
loneliness prevents the solitaire.

Patience, is a (mass noun) which
means having an ability to accept
tolerate, delay problems, without
suffering, or becoming anxious.

Given the choice of living the rest

of my life with demons and more

to the point, having to put up with

them on my death bed, I think I'd

rather hang out with Mr. Zheimer.

Queen Victoria ended
Up dumped in an Irish
Bog later sent to Sydney.

Admiral Nelson was air
Lifted out of O’Connell
Street Dublin by the IRA.

All round the world there
Has been an awareness,
Evil symbolisms tumbled.

Trumps ICC sanctioning
Declaration has just made
Liberty eligible for removal.

I don't like pealing belfrys,

seat belt warning sounds,

or Chinese wind chimers.


I don't like telephone tolls,

reversing light bleepers or

hand brake ringing signals. 


I don't like juggernaut horns 

ambulance sirens train engine 

hoots or aeroplane drones.


I don't like rock breakers 

chipping pile drivers hitting 

or rail carriages shunting


I don't like echoes in tunnels

gurgling in funnels and I don't

like a chainsaw when groaning.


But surely, the most adverse

of all, is when the Palestine

Sunbird, is silent in her cage.


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(˚<  Do you know something Murphy,
       I have absolutely no time for those
       ******* Dew's up there in Tullamore. <')

('<  To be truthful Paddy Power, I don't give
       a ***** about them either, but those Kunce
       in Dublin always HARP on their praises. <˚)

(˚<  I'll tell you something, between, you and
       me Murphy, I met Jane Doe™ and she told
       me, she is seriously, totally, Anti Smithwich. <')

I peered through a bar code
of an empty olive oil bottle
and saw history liquidated.

Delicate cold pressed crushed.
DenomiNAZIone d' Origine
Protetta (DOP) Estate Battled.

Caged in with a stock control
scanning system for 75 years
by the, Levi Live Evil people.

II [] II I [] [] I I I [] IIII [] III []
1    9    4    8    2     0     2     3
Until the Al-Aqsa Flood Op.

      Allah Akbar Code.

Where does the will to
resist come from

The tree would answer
roots

It is never anything that
is visible

The wind could never
disagree

Perhaps I am not asking
the question properly

What does the will to
resist require

The tree would say it
required irrigation

The wind again has to
agree as it brings moisture

When is there the need
to resist

The tree would answer
when there is a wind

The wind might say but
there isn’t always rain

Why is there the need to
resist

No trees no roots no
reason for wind and rain.

Yeats said that there
isn’t a tree to hang a
man nor earth to bury.

There’s only one man
I’d like to string up and
rock entomb in Gaza.

We hear a lot of talk now
about rescue dogs, but
who will take the donkeys?

You never thought of that
Mr. Trump and why not bring
the Palestinians to America?

Gaza is like West Clare in
Ireland, hard digging, Yeats
was interred in France initially.

But he is back at Benbulben.
“ Casting his cold eye on life,
  on death, ******* passing by “.

      Was that you Donny T ?

Gaza’s overlooked by a
star, and crescent moon,
while both are watching
each others every move.

. The five words you forget
before your mind begins to
  shutdown are Cogito Ergo
    Sometimes I Amnesiact.

Nakba was the beginning of
the Palestinian postponement.

It was before duct tape which
holds two Dakota's together.

A two *** two state solution
is not really all that necessary.

Gaza is a mere postage stamp,
it may be licked, but not peeled.

The west bank is not monetary
based, it has Sheik's not Shekels.

It is time for the world to rein in
the evil gew & behead the $erpent.

Three Qatars of Gaza
Israeli in a mess and
Because the Turkey
Shoot was permitted,
Yemen and Children
Are missing in rubble,
Nobody offered help
Iran to their assistance.

Breach front properties of the
tired and huddled poor, woe
betide, you homeless masses
whose lips we have silenced.

You teeming wretches, refuse of
these ancient lands tossed with
pomp from your shore keep those
yearning cries, and breed no more.

Augusta Charlotte, have your eyes
been blinded by the eastern sunrise?
And Emma Lazarus what say thou that
now, your words don't truth no more?

Sometimes the student
becomes a teacher.

By chalking off the
blackboard, skeletons of
what was written are in fade.

Tides recede but the bottled
up messages have stayed.

Today I met Danni
            (Girl)

     She had two
     consecutive
      boyfriends
     with similar
      names, she
      went from
    Glen to Glen

During the Troubles
one could be Tarred
and Feathered by the
IRA for informing to
the British.

America is beginning
to use the same tactics
since Donny T came to
power.

Anyone who does not
adhere to his rules will
      " Be Tariffed "

It can be a concave crater
an alcove cave or crypt.

But basically it is a hole,
as in the ground, ie grave.

It also refers to weather
more often than not, bad.

It can be economy related
often used with recession.

As it is a noun, one can be
diagnosed with it, clinically.

But happy up it has antonyms
cheer protuberance and boom.

I know what you're thinking,
farts would be superfluous.

Acrostic
Irishman
Xerox'd
Every
Letter
Sent
Yonder
Dyslexicly

I never thought this day
Would come, nor a Haiku
Villanelle Sonnet Limerick,
Nothing to write home about.

Trump said that it is not
Possible to play 18 holes
With a sombrero therefore
He changed it to America.

My wife drinks decaffeinated
coffee and I zero % Guinness
both black with frothy heads
one suffers palpitations while
the other has different reasons.

I wrote a footnote but
nobody has ever read
it because it is under
the tongue of my shoe
which is actuality in an
                         /
      An Irish Brog

Democracy is a game
that's played between
chosen candidates who
have been selected by
a committee & presided
over by a biased referee
in plain view at a stadium
full of opiated spectators
who once every four years
for a mere second can tick
a measure of their thickness
with the accuracy of an
engineering feeler gauge.

Come to think of it,
nothing but fish are
homeless, with the
exception of bowled
ones & farmed ones.
The ones John West
rejects are never on
the side of the road
abandoned, at least
we haven't seen any.

At times it seems as if
we are a dying breed.
There isn't hide nor
hair of a camper van
in West Cork and we
are looked upon as if
a movie is being made
about a pair of latter
day-Huguenots in our
La France reg Peugeot!

When roads were made
of clay, thieves came in
the night and excavated
slots for the production
of earthenware urns, the
open dig was a, pothole!

Don’t cast a cold eye
expecting a gold tooth.

More, turn the blind one
and masticate with gum.

It was no pilgrimage,
nor, was it a one way
excursion neither was
it a navigational error.

What woe betides this
doleful day distressed
my eyes dwelled upon
that ceremony in sand.

Aviation   Ovation

C       L       A       P

I got no desire to go
back, bad memories
were combed into my
scalp, furrows on the
forehead are a living
testimony to all which
still tries to haunt me.

Just as the ocean can
conceal its sound in a
shell, souvenirs of our
past seek asylum in the
human skull and hence
the endless tidal battle
that echoes in our ears.

St. Bridgid’s Cross

The cloud factories are
Up and running, even
On this Irish holy day.

Boiled seaweed and
Surf with the strong
Westerlies is the job.

Our dark sky is moving
To the East laden with
History and grievances.

Ah, sure twill be grand,
A dropeen of wet sthuff
On the Saxon Baronies.

They bombed us
Indiscriminately
They attempted
To starve us
They corralled us
On our own property.

They committed
Infanticide eradicide
genocide ecocide
homicide and femicide.
They are our neighbours
with whom we live beside.

This is my first artificial
intelligence poetic attempt

I am using What’s ******
the Irish lateral tinker version

The words gnikcuf stnuc are
used to describe the English

Ryan Air white outs burnt as
toast in a day curse the French

Bumble Bees Boeing Buzz
Aeroflot and Qantas does

There is one that all the other
licks ******* run by ******

Erase or praise erase or praise
Repeat or delete repeat or delete

Error error on the wall this
is Graffiti and in scrawl

If I was a mushroom I
certainly wouldn’t be
a shiitake because I’m
a staunch feminist and
totally opposed to manure.

We are all ears the spoons
said, but cup and *** had
only a pair between them.

Kettle whistled teatime, to
the caddy’s delight, that of
milk and sugar too of course.

Ah, the drawing room, what
a treat, not a sound, nothing
stirring, steeped in infusion.

I heard the loud ocean
ebbing against Ireland,
crashing waves salt and
peppered our windscreen.

The Wild Atlantic Way
turfed its surf and seaweed
against the craggy coast,
from Cork, to Donegal.

Rain pelted on the roof,
winds gusted, van shook,
lighthouse flashed, recounted
sheep and sleep an elusive dream.


When a shadow dies
We blame the sun
When the leaves fall
We blame the wind
When the stars fade
We blame the clouds
When the tides change
We blame the moon
When we cut our faces
We blame the razors
When we lose our way
We blame the GPS lady
We call her an English
***** and we are feckin
Eejits for listening to her.

It is said that from the moon,
One can see, The Great Wall,
Grand Canyon, Everest and
Giants Causeway in Ireland.

From everywhere on Earth,
One can see the moon, with
The exception of Gaza, due
to Israels Nagasaki Hiroshima.

Gaza was the Israeli
non kosher abattoir
where the Al Allah’s
were slaughtered in
the name of God by
his chosen ones for
Live Genocide 2025.

   W A R N I N G

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All Rights Protected.
Reproduction in any
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Gaza is a franked postage
stamp on an envelope with
a window which is clearly
visible to the entire world.

When I got to (too) the
Screen prompter was
Adamant that I should
Write short and it may
Be the case that I am
The first person in the
History of Google that
Has a different opinion.

Well anyway back to my
Title of which I am in full
Agreement with and I say
That not because a fellow
Poet Emily Dickinson said
The opposite despite she
Spending most of her life
In bed waiting to pass on.

It is obvious that life is too
Long because everything
Begins to break down @65
When we are of no more
Use to society. Teeth eyes
Prostate prosthetics mind
Incontinence allergies and
We shorten but not for long.

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(˚<               <˚)

If the longest way round is
the shortest way home, then
why did Archimedes even
bother to create a shortcut via
the diameter linking both of the
perimeters in the circumference ?

There are no straight lines in
nature according to Cezanne.
Butterflies and Rick O’Shea
Agree, Crows & Spiders differ.

Poetry can be a means
to self assess, because
poets are precise about
a feeling or sensation in
their confessional muse.
Just as people prepare
for speeches in a mirror,
poems can also reflect
what it is you won't see
and certainly can’t hear.
A composition read has
a prescription potential
similar to a recipe by a
three star Michelin chef.

The deck has been shuffled,
players await to turn a trump
before commencing the game.

Stakes are high, metaphorical
stars to symbiotically tally the
union up with the pack of cards.

Greenland and Canada are both
in the pool, the king of diamonds
is flipped, the dealer’s got the ace!