Universal Outage

Pick a busy street and choose a place to sit.
Allocate a location, then observe for 1 hour.
Take note of how many people occupied a
Particular spot and more, their nationalities,
By approximate assessment. Multiply this by 12 to give an average day. And at night, this
Morsel of ground will be abandoned. Try to
Imagine how many of those that tread on
Your selected pied à terre, were refugees,
Homeless, drug addicts, alcoholics, depressed, suicidal, sexually assaulted, and millionaires. What one will find, is that there
Was room at every given moment for all who
Arrived there, you may notice also that some
Stepped aside permitting the more needy to
Give them the right of passage and all of this
Occurs without lights or police to direct us.
It comes naturally, it is common courtesy, a
Learned response a reflexive action, it is our
Nature. We breathe the same air we share
The same light, until darkness and then we
Are all poetically licensed for everyone to
Distrust everyone, regardless of their colour.

Liberté Égalité Fraternité

Coined in 1789 by Marat
Danton and Robespierre.

Only implemented under
Duress in Algeria 1962.

Mais, New Caledonia sont
En attendant, pour Godot.

Just like Genocide Joe waits
For the almighty to speak!

Tourist Refugee

We have all been the
former, few the latter.

Yet, it is in all our DNA,
everyone’s an intruder.

At some time we were
all forced to (e)migrate.

But how ironic, tourists
are becoming a menace.

Barcelona bans baggers
Venice bans voyeurs.

I don’t believe in prevention
permits restricting what is a
normal occurrence of people
movement just as in nature.

Try to imagine, if pigs could fly,
just like the mass migration of
all the avian species annually,
would they need identity cards?

Bédouins, Nomads, Gitanes,
Bohemians & Nonchalant Gaelavanter’s
should be exempt, we are refugees,
no fixed abode’rs not systemised.

Feeler Gauge

How many black hands
have you shook’en in your
life, and if it t’were any, be
it be day, or be it, be night?

And will you be for knowin, if
twas a fish you caught, or be
it two grasps of the same grip,
but yours, what held it tight?

We have all been the
former, few the latter.

Yet, it is in all our DNA’s,
everyone is an intruder.

At some time we were
all forced to (e)migrate.

But how ironic, tourists
are becoming a menace.

Barcelona bans baggers
Venice bans voyeurs.

Ryan Air whiteouts are no
different than boat people.

Coming down here to change
your skin colour, are you now!

Well, you’re not wanted we can
do without the Anglo arrogance.

You can’t speak the language,
different religions and customs.

  Go back to where you came from
  we need airb&b’s for ourselves.

  Economically privileged discriminatory
  condescending is what you are.

  You have forgotten where you came
  from, hopefully, this will remind you!

- - i t   h a p p e n s

A short story about
Being out of paper in
The toilet.

Howard Hughes held
Interviews for his Pan
Am postal service.

30 candidates applied.
Hughes walked through
The waiting room.

He called his secretary,
Miss Talbot advise them
The interview is over.

But Mr Hughes you never!
Miss Talbot, tell the man with
Odd socks he got the job!

Coincidental Diagnosis

The person before me
Never flushed the WC.

Fortunately for him is
What I have to say to
That and but that we
Were on a ferry boat I
May have never go to
Diagnose him. Our paths
Crossed at the toilet door.
Roper turds can suggest
There is a cancerous
Growth in the intestine.
Stringy faeces is a sign.

Dare I tell him, as he sat
At the bar with his lady?

Well, I did and he was taken
Aback, 1 that he neglected
To pull the chain and 2 that
I suspected he had cancer!

He took my details and only
Today did I get a call and he
Had gone for tests and would
You believe it, I was right.

P.O.E.M.S. Syndrome

I have currently got 5,800
Poems composed. It is a
Sufficient amount to qualify
For a compulsive disorder.

But! Unknown to you, perhaps?
The title of this piece, is, in fact,
An acronym, and has nothing to
Do with ****** annoying writers!

I would much rather be
Permanently unstable
Than temporarily sane
And I would prefer to
Have no rooted abode than
To live in a forest with those
other deciduous *******.

Some say, I’m poet laureate, Penniferous
Yes my nom, of the plume, is Con’iferous
Because I write with a Quill
Using nibs of made of Bill
It is why, all my poems, are Vociferous!

I’ve got a dog his name’s Bagel
A stray found by bridge, Nano Nagle
I think ‘twas a pseudo
Because his pet name was Jew Dough
Which would fit as it rhymes with finagle

If I was a black Irish canine
In 60s UK, I would not be
Admitted in Battersea Dog’s
Home for adoption.

If I was a stray, most likely
I would have been shot by
Pest control, reported rabid,
Having bitten a caucasien.

If I was a homeless Black in
Ireland without a dog I would
Be given a pup tent and made
To sleep by the kerb like a cur.

Homeless

It is not feasible for one
to imagine homelessness.

Just as it is as difficult to equate
alone and loneliness in a crowd.

If the issue was merely that of
not having a home then so be it.

Alas, our world has very little
tolerance for anything different.

But for some it’s worse, they are
of unsame colour and language.

They are of customs and religions
that are completely alien to us.

They eat smelly food, wear odd
clothing and have strange names.

Bédouins living on streets of our
hard earned independent capital.

Penny for the guy, Penny Lane,
we even had pennies from Heaven!

Do you remember putting a penny
in the black baby boxes at school?

That was when we were of pound
mind and body now we’re metriculated.

I’m Not Racist, But

I won’t sit at the same
table, share a fridge or
sleep with a carnivore.

That is neither bigoted
patriotic, nationalistic
nor sexually segregating.

I do not look upon meat
eaters as inferior beings,
but perhaps, animals do.

We are what we eat after
all and we become what
we think, superior to nature.

I’m not racist, yet, I am
surrounded by the self
righteous meek inheritors.

But it’s the earth will show
up those if value and those
who are good for nothing.

If you look after your own back
garden, you will not be bothered
by those who seek a plot to plant.

White Ire Land

From whence hat’h
all the anger cometh

Where goeth thou in
thy quest for purity

Town criers speaketh
of an impending doom

Aliens be amongst us
Plagues and pestilence

A dark age be dawning
it will us bringeth fear

Banish thee what has
brought despair and evil

Cast from our cliff edges
upon craggy rocks below

Satan, God hath deserted
us, curse the unwanted

Sty for your eye and teeth
of both cheeks smashed

For black demons & Islam,
venom of Patrick’s snakes.

Famine Bird

From Phœnix Park a
spark in smoke took
flight, alighting to the
sky into a white nimbus
and as Angels Harped
O’Carolan’s  Concerto
the flight and Ireland’s
fight began without end.

women and children first
       WHITES ONLY
Oar poking permitted
      No blacks, Irish
       dogs or A-rabs
             aboard.

I don’t like black cars
so I drive a white one.
I don’t like Fat Freddy’s
cat so I got a kitten.
I don’t like foreign matter
so I keep my eyes closed.

They have two eyes
They have two ears
They have two hands
They have two legs
They have different
skin colour
They have different
languages
They are very strange
They are very odd
They are foreigners
They have allias’s
That means aliens
They have come
Not Smiths nor
Are they Jones’s
They are refugees

We can’t be the winds
or the waves or the sea

We can open our hearts,
our homes, let’s make free

We can’t be the boats or
the planes or the trains

We can be the ones
to diminish their pains

We can’t always recall,
our, first ever meeting

We cannot deny, that, we
too, needed greeting (AA)

Racist Relations

I expect my cousins
are saying this about
me, and sure, I won’t
be denying it, for I am.

I cringe, every time I
hear an English accent
in Ireland, the Irish even
sell properties to them.

What have the Blacks
or Muslims done to
deserve the hatred we
are witnessing just now?

1916 was about ridding
our nation of an empire,
but our nouveau riche
think imperialistically.

The upstart Irish have
colonized minds, they
have become, that, which,
the revolutionaries despised!

ILL  Legal Immigrants

A lot of these supposedly
Illegal Immigrants are not
Well in health, body or mind.

Do any of you recall our own
History of the coffin ships,
The Irish death by destination.

ILL legal  immigrants from the
Famine trying to make it to
America but died en route.

We as a nation have no rights
To criticize oppose or stop
Those who seek refuge here.

All those who cast stones
Are the ones who are greedy
Mean and not prepared to share.

Look at yourselves and your
Miserable pathetic little lives
You mini minded parochial’s.

Fred Flintstone
           Versus
        Cinder-Ella

Israel said they “could”
Bomb Lebanon back
To the Stone Age.

Iran said they “will” make
Israel look like the remains
Of a charred coal barbecue.

There were no linesmen,
nobody to raise a flag
and call for off side.

There were no referees
to blow the whistle when
fouls were being committed.

There were no penalties, yet
frees were the prerogative
of those who made the rules.

There were no period breaks
or aggregate because it was
never home and away, just away.

There were no ticket collectors
because the spectators were
issued with lifetime entry passes.

There were never draws, replays
or cancellations and the visiting
side, always, without fail, won.

There were never commentaries
for the defending sides, because
they were playing against superiors.

But all that changed when one
local team changed tactics back
in 1962, and they beat The Empire.


Ps

Last verse references, Algeria
versus France liberation war.

Behind Closed Drawers


I have always suspected that

cutlery can be both devious

and conniving. Our kitchen

table has a drawer and each

time I open it, it seems to me

that nothing is as it should be.


They just don’t stay in their own

allocated spaces. I know for a

fact that one of the knives has

been trying to butter up the old

ladle, whom I think is beyond all

that sort of thing now. Another

one was looking for a fork on the

table; would you believe it?


But, imagine sPATula asking

the lemon squeezer for a twist

and even before he got a reply,

he whisked her away into a dark

corner and tried to skewer her.


Peeler was in on it, it was he who

removed her outer covering and,

only for Masher hearing her

scream, who knows what would

have happened. There is an old

wives tale, keep your tongs as

close together as possible when

in crowded areas with strangers.


The scissors sisters say it also,

because they had a close brush.

Nobody ever touches or even

goes near Ally Grater, same for

chopsticks. Sure would you look at

them; they are seriously anorexic.


One has to wonder about stopper

and bottle *****, they are always

there side by side but never touch,

I think their relationship is platonic.


With all the goings on, is it any

wonder, when the spoon got an

opportunity to elope, off he went,

with, what everyone agrees, was a

stunner, she was an absolute dish.

In minds of a Jew,
the hollow cost of
life, is In Palestine.

History has given
you a bad name,
now we know why.

Just as ink is the
DNA of a pen, dry
nibs have stories too.

Blood of Gaza may
evaporate in sun, but
stains the conscience.

Hebrew-ing hatred has
fermented another vat
of vinegar, for the world.

Apology For Ire-land

Economic migrants asylum seekers refugee
There are far better places you could be
The weather here is *****
Our cuisine’s not worth the bite
And it’s xenophobic bigot racists you will see

8 soldiers have died on The Sabbath
Because Hamas can hide like the rabbit
From underground in their burrows
Where there’s tunnels like furrows
They sent the ***** on their bikes in a habit

One of these mornings
There will be a news
Flash ‘’An Earthquake
In Hell-Aviv, Satan is
Dead’’ that’s when God
Will officially announce

        End Of Evil

Window box planter

germinating Jacks bean stalk

coil spring on the way

My first ever job when I
Left school was grave-
Digging, it was evident
Back then (not to me)
That I had hallmarks and
Potential of a ne’er do well.

New graves are a *******.

My first was in ****** stoney
Ground in a place called
Bweeng. Pick and shovel,
Turn the sod, save the topsoil.

Down past the clay and into
The shingle, all the time
Drinking large bottles of
Guinness, the ones with the
Broad shoulders which will
Assist with the mundane,

En route to the Rock Bottom,
Which, for some, is 6ft under!

Without the C it could
Bring thunder and sure
If it is one of those lead
Laden cumulus stratus
Smoke stained cotton
Wool numbers, then it
Will be a symbiotic duet
Of strobe lightning with
The rolling of drums in
Sequential arrangements
And that will be followed
By an Irish downpour of
Biblical proportions which
Could last for 40 daynights.

It is all God’s fault,
giving Satan a pied
a terre in Hell Aviv.

But even worse than
that is his blessing
of the United Snakes.

Many were banished
by St Patrick, the most
evil being genocide Joe.

Stop The Double U’s

To those who have been
spinning the yarns
To those who have been
rotating the roster
To those who have been
twisting their stories
To those who have been
Twirling their fingers
To those who have been
rolling the carpets
To those who have been
wheeling and dealing
To those who have been
turning the other cheek
It is time to pull on the
rein and Stop The World.

Ryan O'Leary
The Proscribed Poet


Ps
Together en mass we
can bring those who
are manipulating our
trajectory to a halt. I
am calling on you all,
spread this like slurry
on the streets because
we can stop www.stop
GazaUkraine@wars.ie


Pass on to Genocide Joe
Putin on the blitz for the
Hell-Aviv Holocausters

Nature Question

What does the Wolf
In Sheep’s clothing
Do when the weather
Is extremely warm?

He sweats like a pig.

Then he wonders how
Foxes manage, when
Cooped up in airless
Fowl houses, waiting-

For chickens to roost!

Les Blues allez
vert et  puis noir.

     French Open

It is an infected wound
Going gangrenous and
In need of amputation.

Because yesterday man
Said all our troubles seemed
So far away, or is it a quote
By Paul McCartney? Not sure.

Osho believed that tomorrow
Never came, yet, ABBA thinks
    Nowing Me, Nowing You
     Is the best we can do.

Does that answer the question!

I just met a girl she’s called Liz
Doing philosophy in Cork from Cadiz
She rhymes Latin in hum
As in cogito ergo sum
Means I think, so therefore, I Izz

When I’m antagonized
I write in red on the
white chevron between
black and green using
metaphors or similes
to convey my horror.

But, onomatopoeia* is by
far the most censored
way to describe the
Holocaust of Palestinians
by those "Vowel Dews"

Most people only believe what
their senses experience first
hand which is why the god lark
only works for the idiocracy.

This app(lies) to all tall stories
told by the Pinocchio people,
but, nobody can deny the Jewish
Holocaust of Palestinians in Gaza.

I had a phone call yesterday,
It said God, on what’s apparition.

Hello God ( s i l e n c e )
Hello, are you there God?

Must have been a *** dial. I
Just checked, I’m in a 5G zone.

I am curious though, I wonder
Which one of them it was?

In a leaked memo
It has been disclosed
That nobody has ever
Been assassinated in
Hell, not even ******!
A rumour circulating
In Heaven that a hit
Man is being sent by
Irish TD Thomas Gould
To blow the head off
Benjamin Netanyahu
The minute he crosses
The threshold of Hell.

Winds think they have
Won when yachts lower
Their sails or when socks
Sag or when weather vanes
Stand still or when eagles
Land or when clouds pause
Or when the barley stops
Shaking or when it’s deemed
unnecessary to wet ones finger
Or when white kites fall.

But embers require no fanning
For smoke to signal the rising
Of a seriously wounded Phoenix!

If I stop mid sentence
Without a punctuation
Mark take no heed of
My apparent error as
It may just be my ADS
Or my use of pause as
Procrastination while
I dyslexicate what is
Undoubtedly confusing
Me at this very minute
Because I am autisticly
Artistically alcoholicly
Amnesiacly all over the
Place at the best of time

In minds of a Jew,
the hollow cost of
life, is In Palestine.

History has given
you a bad name,
now we know why.

Just as ink is the
DNA of a pen, dry
nibs have stories too.

Blood of Gaza may
evaporate in sun, but
stains the conscience.

Hebrew-ing hatred has
fermented another vat
of vinegar, for the world.

Economic migrants asylum seekers refugee
There are far better places you could be
The weather here is *****
Our cuisine’s not worth the bite
And it’s xenophobic bigot racists you will see

I'm A Refusée

Despite being here
as a ward of state,
protected by the
constitution, you
have become judge
and jury deciding
to get rid of me,
without hearing my
pleas or argument.

Too many people,
you say, Ireland is
full, I’m not wanted,
nor, needed here.
I am superfluous.

“Go back to where
you came from, you
are only interested
in the generosity of
our states allowances”

Returning is not an
option, but I can see
how the country has
changed and that the
Cead Mile Failte is no
longer applicable for
those of us who arrive
naked and unexpected.

I’m here because of a
circumstance that was
totally out of my control.

I was not the one who
forgot to take the pill or
refuse to wear a ******.


                    <>

For Gavin Pepper the racist
bigoted xenophobic Dublin
City councillor who should
be taken with a pinch of salt.

Eroded Headstones.

No, and not unknowns,
simply unidentifiable.
Only soldiers wear dog
  tags in times of war!

Wish Upon A Star

Oh Israel, you are,
Wart of the world.

You blemish the
Face of our earth.

A congregation
Of corruption, a
Bile to be lanced.

An evil, such as a
Sentence in need
Of rédaction.

Not censored, but
Exorcised from our
Minds, eradicated,
dispersed or diluted.

Sin of the Universe.

Attach you to one of
Kim Jong-Un’s ballons.

Solar escape goat, first
Bag of faeces in space.