Would You Believe It

I spent most of my childhood
in the falsehood of truancy
I spent my teens avoiding
all social participation
I spent my early manhood
in dark smokey pubs
I spent all of my money
acquiring substance addictions
I spent much of my time in a
state of permanent loneliness
I spent months and months
in psychiatric hospitals
I spent times among you hiding
my depths of depression
I spend many of my waking hours
contemplating how to suicide.

Riot
Words
Written

In red ink
Water blasted
By cannon
Washed into
Storm water
Drains and
Then to the
Sea where
Ebbing waves
Make spring
Tides tsunami
An Al Aqsa Flood!

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

    Whitaker believed that a new
world in the morning never comes.
    yet ABBA thinks Nowing Me,
Nowing You Is the best we can do.

   Does that answer your question?

The Devil made Las Vegas,
England, Prada, Israel and
with the leftovers he made
Wales and Scotland which
became the trident nations
otherwise known as Britain.

I am the one in 1st
Person Plural
I am grammatically
Compromised
I have a tendency to
Mix with my tenses
I have a committee in
The head
I found us the perfect
Antidote
I medicated without a
Diagnosis
I over prescribed myself
Habitually
I frequently blacked
Out
I eventually became
Immune
I was forced to change
The treatment
I had to listen to the
Do Sages
We never knew there were
Worse things than drying,
Out.

I could have been an under study,

or worse, and under dog, or what

about being under the weather, or

Under Milk Wood, or in Co. Sligo

Under Ben Bulben with W.B.Yeats,

or Under The Board Walk, down by

the sea, in southern Norway dining,

with sharks, from The Underworld!



Ps.

Under, is a submersed restaurant in

Norway. Google It.

.   You cannot anchor a nation

     and prevent them ebbing or

   flowing from haven to harbour


You cannot silence their fog horns.


You cannot quench their furnace

embers, or harness winds, which

    semaphore their existence.


                            🇵🇸

Significant rise in *******

transplants across Europe.


Donors are being offered

generous sums of Shekels.


Some countries are advising

nationals against accepting.


The Israeli government are

now saying it is anti-semitic.

.       What Would Heaney Say?

                           🇵🇸
                            
        I say, say, because if he was

      there witnessing this Holocaust

     in dust, his nib would be clogged,

       just as tears welled up behind

                 dammed eyelids,

            (permanently blinked)

   So how could he write, even, if the

   pen’s ink was flowing through one

        of his metaphorical arteries,

                        severed!

.           At The Tattooist


     How much would the flag

      of Palestine cost to me?


  " Who would charge a child

     to fly her kite in the wind,

  or whom, in their right minds

    would think to tax the tides,

    and why expect a fee from

      a river to flow to the sea "


   A gift sir, it was my pleasure

to witness you share their pain.

If I was to write a note about pain,

should it be loud or muted, in upper

or lower case and which colour ink.


Should it have a ps composed by

by a pp and should it mention AA

the higher power or Echart Tolle.


What about voices or committees in

the head or speaking to Jo, on anon

at The Samaritans after midnight.


Should I mention Virginia Woolf's

words on the station platform in

The Hours (before the train came).


Should I take a leaf out of the book

by Michael Cunningham, find a high

window and become a deciduous

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                                                           ­  poet.

With guitar chords D, A & G & C
Capo Fret 2.


      There’s no an-gel-us      D

        or no bel-fry’s, any-       A

                 more                    G

    There’s no call to prayer   D

  there’s no min-ar-ets, just   A

                  gore                    G

And you're (rescent moons  C

             have sirens              G

And you're (rescent moons   C

             have sirens              G

         A tsunami tide of          D

      a genocide on your         A

                 shore                   G

        A tsunami tide of           D

      a genocide on your         A

                shore                    G

And you're (rescent moons C

            have sirens               G

And you're (rescent moons   C

           have sirens                G

       No place to hide             D

there’s no inside, there’s       A

             no door                     G

And you're (rescent moons   C

           have sirens                 G

And you're (rescent moons   C

          have sirens                 G

  Somewhere in the din        D

   you’re next of kin is           A

            crying                       G

   Beneath the ruins              D

  you’re only child is              A

             lying                         G

And you're (rescent moons    C

        have sirens                   G

And you're (rescent moons   C

       have sirens                    G

While the world looked on     D

and saw no wrong, you were A

            dying                         G

While the world looked on      D

and saw no wrong you were  A

            dying                          G

And you're (rescent moons   C

          went silent                  G

And you're (rescent moons   C

         went silent                   G

            (fading)

And you're (rescent moons   C

          went silent                 G

And you're (rescent moons   C

         went silent.                  G


Ps

Song for Gaza
Crescent moons are on Ambulances in Gaza.
Hence the reference to Sirens

There is no way out for them now,

their goose is cooked, decoy duck

       has lost her Straight Suzy

        and clay pigeon can’t fly.


  Their sheep have been sheared,

   no more wool pulling over eyes.

         Boy shepherd is asleep,

             nobody to cry wolf.


     Outfoxed they were, dazzled

     rabbits in middle of the road,

  blinded and confused by the tiny

           Sunbird of Palestine.

3 word poem
            
for a 2 state
    solution
        
with 1 capital


jew rue Islam
               ^

'A ‘P ‘O ’S ’T ‘R ‘O ‘P ‘H ‘E ’S'

On the pavement just outside Izz,
a green letterbox stands in Irish
     solidarity with Palestine.
It is from here I write to you.
I’m worried because the mail
       keeps coming back.
The last one had a red alert.
‘’ Sorry, Mahmoud’s house is
   no longer at this address ‘’

Why do you write ?

Firstly let me advise
The reader that it was
Not I posed the
Enquiry but i will
Endeavour to answer.
Let me begin by asking
You to visualise the
Question mark in the
Inverse and imagine it
Is a hook at the end of
A sentence and you are
A fish, the poem is bait.

It is common knowledge
That Adolf heeded none
Of his generals suggestions.
Apparently, Goebbels told
Him to copyright Holocaust!
But no, this is why The Chosen
People are plagiarizing it in Gaza.

((((((((((((((   ))))))))))))

Cellphones have given

  schizophrenics the

       perfect alibi.

Influencers

Poets are the ones
with short fuses.
It is they give us
the munitions to
detonate those that
antagonize is.
They graffiti every
letter on a brick,
then they incite us
to dismantle the wall.

My name is Van
and yes, I am in
Transit with my
Partner who is
a professional
Boxer, she has
a Combo friend
living in Bedford
with a lemon
grower, who oddly
enough is called
Citroen. He & Dyna
make up a ménage
a trois, she is a
very well known
Sprinter and easy
pick up, any M.A.N
is fair game, she
would love to be a
Lorry-ette, but alas;
she doesn’t have
a poetic license !

.              Interpreting Perspectives


   “ The only path the peace is political "

If so, why is the only path to politics, war?

Here we are at the old wives tale junction!

       “ Two wrongs don’t make a right “

       Ok then, let us look at an analogy!

    Imagine there are two cigarette lighters,

     one has no gas and the other no flint.

      Time for some lateral thinking here.

    What if, one presses the BIC pedal of

the one with gas and flints with the other.

     Viola eureka, primitive man make fire.

       Without the IRA there would be no

               Good Friday Agreement.

     Without Hamas, there would be no

      recognition of a Palestinian state,

  the world would have remained silent.

          Let’s face it, Violence Worked.

             Two wrongs make a light.

.           S         I           N


       Spain Ireland Norway

        you have committed

       a grievous sin, worse

       than the Inquisition or

      Holocaust, and Ireland!

      you should have known

     better after your years of

   torment and subjugation by

   English Scottish and Welsh

       Britishly brutalising you.

     Palestinian recognition is

     Anti-Semitism most high,

  it was hate speech amplified.

  This is no way to treat God’s

chosen people, we are victims,

  of Allah and all Arabs are evil.

.             Interpreting Perspectives


   “ The only path to peace is political "

If so, why is the only path to politics, war?

Here we are at the old wives tale junction!

       “ Two wrongs don’t make a right “

       Ok then, let us look at an analogy!

    Imagine there are two cigarette lighters,

     one has no gas and the other no flint.

      Time for some lateral thinking here.

    What if, one presses the BIC pedal of

the one with gas and flints with the other.

     Viola eureka, primitive man make fire.

       Without the IRA there would be no

               Good Friday Agreement.

     Without Hamas, there would be no

      recognition of a Palestinian state,

  the world would have remained silent.

          Let’s face it, Violence Worked.

             Two wrongs make a light.

.        Pen Pal

Palestine is a nib

that dips into the

red sea, her poets

write in blood of

the motherland.

       \     /
         \˚/
          \/

.         Oh but for a wick,

            a wet nib, a quill

         and the will to write

          that which needs

                to be said.

       But alas, our schools

       of thought are being

        hedged, yet again.

         When freedom is

       forced to hibernate,

    when liberty becomes

      nocturnal, when self

      censorship is a state

   legislation, this is when

creativity becomes coded

contraband then it mutates

into subversive metaphor.

.           Douze Points

At this years international
wrong contest, - - - - - - has
won it yet again, with every
   country, excluding (USA
France and Britain) giving
   the maximum 12 points.
   All of The Hague judges
  were unanimous in their
    decision, that, - - - - are,
      without a doubt, the
   worlds most evil people.

'A ‘P ‘O ’S ’T ‘R ‘O ‘P ‘H ‘E ’S '

In Cork there's a cafe called Izz

I’ve been there and it is the biz

  Where’s that place like a nib?

      With red ink, just ad lib

  But Israel is not in this quiz!

My name is not Joe, but Jew Biden

    I’ve just blown a Tyre up by Sidon

         I was keeping the Sabbath

              and wearing the habit

because I felt as though I was being spied on.

Is it a coincidence

that there are D's

            in

‘evil and 'israeli

     but none in

   vile Levi lives.

Her name it was FLODA, but, Hitlist

A pseudonym, but you'll get the gist

She said Geddon was Arma

So she in-vented Karma

Retrospective for those that were missed.

There is neither a roster or
Rooster nor a punctuation
Mark to separate darkness
From light nor a paragraph
Change midway in the day
There are no hyphens nor
Full stops to tell us it’s over
Because this is not a normal
Sentence one might expect
To find on a page in a book
It is Gaza the other Alcatraz

.                  Rafah


         There is no water

       to replace our tears,

        so we dare not cry.

         Skies of dust and

         smoke make rain

        clouds superfluous.

       No call to prayer no

        angelus knells, no

       minarets nor belfries.

        There is no silence

        between the noise,

     our sunlight is diluted.

    There are no voices of

     children no fragrance

   of roses or dins of bees.

   There are leaflets falling

  with foreboding messages

     of our impending doom.

.               Cloud


      It was loud initially,

    then, a pall, a shroud

  and a mantle, appeared.


     The worlds first sky

      tapestry displayed

   by artist Oppenheimer.


      But guess what?

     Since 1945, not all

clouds have a silver lining!

Zionists are the epitome of
Evil

And Tel Aviv is second
Home to the Devil

They own Purgatory as well

Which is right next to Hell

Because they are parasites
Just like the grain Weevil

Mog A Dish, You!


It’s Famine time again

not as frequent as the

World Cup but it does

move venues and the

spectator TV ratings

go up. Unfortunately,

when Ireland hosted

it there was no cover

even if there was the

UK English promotors

would not have given

Sky™ viewing permits.

This year it is in Gaza

managed by the Jews

the blinded ones who

lost sight of history, but

not only that, they put

their dentures under

pillows for tooth fairy’s.

.    Lindsey Graham

is the voice of America

       Joe Biden

is the mind of America

         Zionism

is the heart of America

          Satan

is the soul of America.

         Money

is the God of America.

I hear voices in my mind.

                NO

  it is not schizophrenia,

   the committee in my

    head have manners

   and never contradict

     or intervene when

    I'm being talking to.

.    Star Grazing

Not a blade of grass
nor a bale of hay nor
water from a trough
to drink and on this
day an *** did stray
but the Israeli snipers
evil eyes don’t blink!

I wonder how many
people read my poem
about Zsa Zsa Gabor
realised that my use
of Green Acres as a
metaphor was for
Palestinian Olive Oil.

The ratio is similar
and everyone just
gazes, at Gaza, but
nobody wants to
throw it an umbilical.

.  if every letter was a rock,

      low case, light enough

   for a child to throw, then,

  should i, the poet, be held

   responsible for words of

   epitaphs on headstones

 and flagstones in palestine

                      ?

.    Because You Cannot



  You can silence our voices

   You can quench our fires
  
     You can seal our wells

   You can darken our days

  You can shorten our nights

  You can burn our libraries.

    You can knock our walls.

                   But!

    On every brick, in every

    Mound, a word is written,

     and one day, a Jig-Saw

     of Masonry Lego will be

Assembled, then, everything

Which wasn’t audible is going

    To be touched and seen

    And heard, repetitiously,

      Because You Cannot,

       (((((mute an echo))))




Ps

Poem for Palestine.

I may never get a chance
to escape my cage, but
life here in the kitchen is
a fate worse than death,
was what this glorious
songbird thought, until
one day she was lifted
off her hook and became
known as, The Miner Bird!

.          Stalactite State


       Ultimately, all icicles

        evaporate tearfully,

        or fall from greedy

     over accumulation on

     their outgrown selves.


    Hezbollah are chipping

     away at the ceiling of

   your cave while Hamas

     are internally rocking

     your mere existence.


Israel, you are a stalactite

   state, just waiting to slip

  into the Red Sea where

  you will be dissolved with

a little help, from the Houthi.

Smoke rises

greets the breeze

              follows directions

of banners.


           Semaphore signals

for the blind and deaf,

         downwind inhalations

reek of effluvium.

.     Some fell by the wayside,

      many uttered upon thorns.


      Others, too self censored,

       withered away in silence.


  Olde dogs for vociferous roads,

hushed puppies, for the boreens!

.    I punched in LIMERICK on

         on my G.P.S. but it was

                    A L E X A

            responded with this.


                          <>


Well then, how does it feel to be lost?

we’re aware you’re as deaf as a post

       your destination’s Knocklong

       but we know you’ll go wrong

  it's why I’m in Sat Nav as Co-Host.




Ps.


For those not in the know
Knocklong is a village in
County Limerick Ireland.

I’ve Got Something To Think

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Ps

It is not a Haiku