I was a knee ****
boney spindly legs
probably hormoiously
imbalanced and coming
3rd (with 2 Older siblings)
I was the 1950’s diluted
one of the pack, but no
way was that accepted
by my macho father so
I was put on Guinness
because the advert said
It was good for me and
now I am an alcoholic
still fragile at 73 so what
the **** was that about?

I live in a yaourt,
  a bit like an Ig
   without a loo,
  but I’m saving
up for a teepee!

Gaza must not be pushed
Aside by Kiev and Tel Aviv.

Only 1 Dew in Tullamore and no
Dues or fees for AA membership.

Be
   Low
          Zero
Sounds like an order
But it is an actuality.
Yesterday it was so
Cold in the van, we
Had no lights or heat
And dark at four pm
Went fœtal until 8am.
Homeless is no fun
Anytime, but Winter
Is exceptionaly cruel.

Daniel Defoe and Vincent Van Gogh
Were driving in London taking
directions from a Cockney Sheila.

She said ‘Left Ear’ which Defoe
didn’t hear and of course Vincent
Thought she was *******.

We all have one thing that
Unifies us, a solitary quality
An ultimate uniqueness which
undeniably denies superiority.

It’s a characeristuc we may not
Have been previously aware of.

It’s the fact that each and every
one of us were first up the
Fillopian tubes, so don’t delude
Yourselves  you are no greater or
Lesser than homeless/refugees.

You are not their referees.

Share the podium with our
Fellow man woman and *****.

Because we’re all just the result
Of another prématuré *******
Before abortion was legalised.

I can’t make you see.
I can’t force you to listen.
I can’t put taste in your buds.

It’s because you have uncultured
Palates but let me assure you that
Barry’s Tea is superior to PG Tips.

Fight or flight is physical,
Thought is mental.
Both are réflexive, but
Neither is premeditated.

Therefore, if a response is the
Réaction to provocation, then
intention, cannot be measured by
Ratio interprétation or assumption.

You told us that Muslîms
Were evil and some
Still believe

You told us that blacks
Were ***** and some
Still believe

You said the same about us,
Yet some Irish still believe,
What you said about them!

You wrote the history
Book and you want me
To Forget what you
Chose not to remember.

You tell me to accept
The things I cannot change
Turn the other cheek
Not cast the first stone
Be meek and await
My inheritence.

You manage the echo
Chamber where you
Subliminally alter all that
Has been said and thus
Try to get me to question
My own thoughts.

Let bygones be bygones
You say. Turn a new page.
Take a leaf out of your book.

Fossil of the fall, dry pressed
On a dusty old shelf where
Life has lost its sell-by date.

Where rigid spines are
Rigor motised from a lack
Of use, where not a single
Worm can be seen or not a
Solitary dog-ear to be found.

Genocide Joe pardons two
Turkeys and a Tanks Giving.

Is Chicken Kiev roasted, or fried, or spit grilled
Is it basted for oven, or rotisserie swilled
Some say its tossed, on a Russian Roulette
Then poked as it rolls, with a Putin baguette.

You will never write alone
when lost even abandoned
because there will always be
someone somewhere you can
reinvent and then reimagine.

I, am the sum,
of cogito ergo!

They know we are here but
why should they respond to
us, we registered a  ™Brand
without considering asking
permission, pure arrogance.

Now Elon Musk is trying to
turn it into a tourist destination.
It won't be long before O'Leary  
starts another Ryan Air low fare
intergalactic milky way hub.

Then of course, that will be
followed by another Paddy
opening a "Mars Bar" selling
Guinness & Chocolate Smoothies
without wrappers, or even ripples.


https://www.theguardian.com/uk-news/2024/nov/30/smooth-mars-bar-wins-aylesbury-man-2-compensation-and-internet-fa­me

Only a very minuscule fraction
of the world have experienced
homelessness. The quantity of
empathy should not be feigned.

It is a metaphorical illusion
the mirage of magic where
garden fencing mimicking
railway tracks meets at the
cornucopia vanishing point.

No. It is not anti semantic to
request a ******* transplant,
or to say you'd prefer a Paddy
any day, to a Tullamore Dew.

.              ........
                    /
                  /
                /........


It wasn't until I noticed a

zag-zig-zag on the wall

that I figured out, Zorro

had a prostate problem.

Je pense? that it Israeli
important for a one
or two state fix nation
to be achieved for all of
the occupiers clandestine.

Chewing masticating supping
is the audible rush hour of the
inner ear, a hectic activity even
more so, if one is having toast.

Crunch crackle creak sounds, as
though you are living under the
the arch of the railroad tracks by
a roundabout on Tinnitus Grove.

Ukraines farming sector to change
their modus operandi and avail of
new deliveries of Russian Oreshnik
for Shitaki Mushroom production.

EU agriculture ministers hailed it a
classic case of symbiotic ingenuity
especially now that the growing
season and conditions are darker.

Esther Von Der Lie Then said that
every cloud has a silver lining. Joe
Bye Then has pledged $50 billion for
BRICS and stone proof glass house's.



Ps

Ottolenghi is preparing recipes for
the NATO EU Importers to assist.
Macron has instructed Michelin *
chefs to encourage consumption
despite radiation contamination.

Putin threatens Dewlensky 
with more Orse Shnik on    
the streets of Kiev if any of
those British firecrackers  
are aimed at Mother Russia.

He told "Joe Bye Then" 
that Pontchartrain Lake 
was caused by a meteorite 
and he can make another 
one, even bigger in W. D.C.

The London Eye on top of
the Eiffel Tower spinning 
with perpetual motion from
the blast and St Paul's Dome
will become the supper bowl.

Go Vlad go cancel Christmas
give Santa Claus and Rudolf
a break this year, send in the
clouds, "Fungus The Fcukers"
happy Hollyhocks to one & all.

There are none, but then,
I have little in the way of
need for clothes hangers.

Knee and boot caps, have
kneel wear moon marks,
churches are Winter warmed.

One could be lucky, fortune
provides the occasional scarf,
but women's gloves never fit.

50 centimes for a candle, washers
won't work, so some poor souls get
they're half wicked wishes, quenched.

Bless me father for I have sinned, it's
been 40 years since my last confession,
(to no one behind the spaghetti strainer)

Back then we always got a full eucharist
when we didn't need it, now its a half,
even less calories for the (gluten intolerant).

There are no black baby boxes either,
t'was easy to get a few bob out of them,
anyway, they have all grown up by now.

Organised is the saying for sleeping in
the choir loft, lockdown, until first mass,
that ****** angelus would wake the dead.

No ice in baptismal font, first snows have
fallen (footprints go the wrong direction)
God walks in mysterious ways, to the street.

There is a torso of a
figure on a pedestal
in Mallow my home
town, it is christened
"John Deere" because
he was the 1st person
in Ireland to fall into
a Combine Harvester.

It is not that I can't

but I don't want to

answer questions                      

about how why or

when did my self

imposed current

predicament begin.


Perhaps if one needs

a suitable foundation

then Rock Bottom is the

best place to commence

because it is down here

tree roots source their

cornucopia of leaf colours.




Ps.

I have been homeless for
three years now, I live in
a camper van and it is as
cold as a dogs nose most
of the time in Winter. But
I'm learning a hard lesson.

Be careful about decisions
you make, and after a major
calamity or death, " do not "
make any changes to your
life for a year. This is what
has caused my current state.

Oreshnik manure is great
for mushrooms but as they
grow best in the dark, Vlad
has put the lights out in Kiev.

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Notice that there are never
answer receptacles beside
them, this is because most
responses to those difficult
enquiries in written format
necessitate verbal reactions
thus avoiding signatures so
that there's no accountability.

Ukraine feeling
Vlad all over, &,
he is Putin on
the blitz for €U2.

Hopefully, he'll
F.UK.U$ as well.

All in all it’s just
another BRIC in
the ***** kicked
Wall Street Bull.

Questions are but metaphorical
hooks cast by enquiring minds,
but the bait is what will bring a
demise to those winding the reels.



Ps.


Poem for all the journalists
who lost their lives in an
effort to bring us the truth.

Halley only saw the
comet on one occasion.

Total eclipses can be
witnessed frequently.

My weight of 73.4 kilos
just aligned with my age.

If they remain in tandem
do I want to live to be a 100?

I ask myself this, simply,
because old age weighs on me!

One needs to comprehend Latin 
as Demockracy differs in English,
but political illiterates are unaware!

Now dats a strange
ting for a bear to be
writin on a sine waz
m’y first taut and he
holding a sangwidge
in the udder claw be
jays-us, den, why he
rote ( ek set are à ) in
brack its, is a mistree.
After dat he walked
sloely for an expreso.



Ps

He was an Irish bear
in the woulds.

Just give me enough
and I won't ask for more
nor will will I regret
if enough is too little
or barely sufficient though
nearly almost would suffice
I suppose if all I could wish
for was enough to be sure
that the blitz on the Bryts
blew the capital to bits and
that The Tullamore Dews
were just foggy with hues
and the Abra with candle
had no Star or no bangle
and the eye seeing Dollar
had lost its triangle and
that the olde jingle jangle
was a kind fan-dangle on
a glass with a Harp that was
played out of tune.

This is a directive, rather than a
suggestion, that is because I'm a
failed member of write watchers.

Alcoholics Anonymous clearly
state that all members pick up a
new obsession after getting dry.

So, as I have compulsive creative
disorder I am unable to allocate
enough time to masticate metaphors.

Neither do I mince my words which
means that the consumers are forced
to regurgitate and therefore, ruminate.

Excessive indulgence is likely to cause
discomfort, so it is wise not to become
gluttonous by devouring all you can see.

It is a known fact that all addictions begin
in pain and end in pain, but be assured, I
never thought my poetry could upset you.

Trade War Winds from west to east
Donny T tariffs to be increased
No more rice said uncle Ben
**** the chopsticks and the Yen

U K with F C ED

Scholz searching
for his hold all to
house the entire
Uber Allés Volks.

Deutzland down
under, low lands,
or red army blues,
Fuhrer bahn strasse.


https://www.theguardian.com/world/2024/nov/25/germany-draws-up-list-of-bunkers-amid-russia-tensions?CMP=Sharei­OSAppOther

Ave you seen my wife's

Orse Nick? it's a wee wyte

Orse, about 15 ands  igh !


Bet dat Steer Calmer eel be

wishin it were that simple

'cause Putin's On The Blitz.


E told im E were gettin is

**** on a plate and all them

Pommy geezers in Ukland.


Can't wait to see London

Bridge in the drink and St

Pauls Cathedral back in 1666.


What about Qing Charles

bet ee's igh tailed it to NZ

ware ee's got an ouse, e as.


Imagine Russian Oreshnik

in Ide Park and Buckingham

Palace full of illegal immigrants.


Ah, the Paddy's will be smilin

serves the bars turds right, t'was

long overdue, more shnik to them.


Fastlane in Scotland will \||/ /

The Trident, serves em right an all

voted twice to be part of England.


And the Welsh, they'll be down the

mines with the sheep and Corgis

maybe the Prince too! not likely.

So, what is actually in the name?

Well, if one was doing the family

tree of a word and its hereditary

background, we would refer to

the department of etymology. It

is here we find its root often Latin

or Greek, but in the case of this

•title, it is Irish. BUT, the Oxford

dictionary removed the K after

The Good Friday Agreement so

as to nurture good relations with

with historical adversaries. It is

now officially Toponymic and it

means coming from a place that

is associated with the name. For

example Tullamore Dew is often

in error confused with Irish Mist

but when the English suffer from

foggy weather they always attribute

it to the Irish Cloud Factories, that is

because " Where west, each wind is

born, mischievous Gaels, with pots

of vapoured broth, disperse its brew

and laced with ancient potions concoct

a drape to cloak the Saxon horde " yes

we still employ Druid Chefs because no

matter what those British ******* do

they will never be able to stop the wind

that shakes the barley as long as they're

on the wrong side of the Emerald Isle.

Olive Green Gaza

Sustenance  Trees

Where  Sun  Birds

             Of

Palestine     Never

Stopped   Songing

(˚< ˚ o  O  (˚< ˚ o  O

Stopping the war is possible,
here is how. If we the people
world wide halt cease desist.

Withdraw our labour in every
aspect of life, put our spanner
the works, de cog the sprocket.

Let the two teams on the tug o
war chain gang pull together,
just all for once and once for all.

I’m just a bellwether
a black one at that
and it’s snowing
so why would a Shepherd
follow me?

Perhaps he’s a Sexton!

ISRAIL  is  on  track
||||||||||||||||||
express train coming
          \||/ /
  and nobody gives
              two
Hoots ((((((((((((((((((

My empathy heart bounces
when I see meet or hear the
voice of refugees in my land.

History repeats itself as tides
currents and flows of time are
echoes that we cannot forget.

in 1847 a million left our land
to be scattered on four corners
of the globe (unable to return).

But a million of those who had
to stay died of famine starvation
induced by the British colonisers.

I gaze at Gaza Palestine and see
my history live and dead on the
television, "Welcome to Ireland"

It is no longer
Vive La Resistance
it is now the antonym.

All's changed,
a terrible beauty
is born.

Cast a cold eye
on life, on death.

Horseman of the
apocalypse pass by.

Debt to the dues.

Empathy is an emotional philanthropy, the
   only cost cost to altruists is compassion,
  beneficiaries don't even need to be aware.

The Asteroid is no relation to the Haemorrhoid,
  as the former, is in a perpetual orbit, whereas,
  the latter, is anchored permanently, in Uranus.




Memorise and quote.

.                       Nil aon Tintean
                                Mar do
                         Thinteain fein!

                        Indeed, because
                      home is where the
                 Hearth Harp & Heart is.

                  Everybody wishes to be
                 there, even wild Salmon.
              It was the yearning of Yeats.

             Home O’Sapiens is what we’re
          known as in the animal Kingdom
        of Walt Disney’s incredible journey.

       Let he who has not wished to be back
      in Ireland cast the first aspersion about
       homeless refugees and rough sleepers.

    Empathy is an emotional philanthrope and
the only cost to the altruists is compassion, even
  when beneficiaries are not consciously aware.



Ps.

The first 3 lines are Irish Gaelic meaning

There's no fireside
         like your
      own fireside.

The reference to Yeats
in 3rd verse is pertaining
to his death in France,
But he was exhumed and
brought back to Ireland
and buried in County Sligo.
Google.