.             I can remember a
              day in September
                 when October
                 seemed so far
                        away
                But those who
                    forget will
                 always regret
                   because of
                   prices that
                  they’ve got
                       to pay.

Israel is fcuked, they thought
Iran was still in last century.

But flakes in their snow dome
rose like frightened pigeons.

Then the dust settled and in
Tel Aviv they’re out of diapers.

A magnet called to see the iron dome
Knock knock, is there anyone at home
A faint voice from within
Said in Hebrew, I’m tin
And my walls are as fragile as foam

A mosque is the same shape as a dome
Yet in Islam they don’t say shalom
In Tel Aviv it is iron
With a bell like a siren
But when it rings, there is no one at home

I wrote to Pope Francis in Rome
With a prayer for the Tel Aviv dome
Dear god I request
And it is my behest
That Iran will return it to loam

.             October first has been
             nominated international
              Dome Day, by the Irish
            poetic justice department.

           Benjamin Netenyahu along
            with genocide Joe Biden
           will be presented the prize
              at the Omar Khayyam
                  institute in Tehran.

                (in the presence of)

                The Proscribed Poet.

.  We all remember, September eleven
   Not just because, it rhymes with heaven
   But the infidels, got a chance to taste
   Of how it felt, to those, they’d laid waste.

   A year today, silver clouds were laden
   As history repeated, on October seven
   When Al-Aqsa flew, o'er the Evil Ones
   Earth wind and fire, and blazing guns.

.           I have never celebrated
           my own birthday and I
           never will so long as it
           coincides with tragedy.

           The candelabra symbol,
           is as abhorrent to me as
           mushroom clouds over
           Hiroshima and Nagasaki.

           Anniversaries of all the
           deaths inflicted by evil
           empires and laterally by
           Zionists, it is sickening.

           Israel, you don’t get to
           cry wolf and **** sheep
           in the same fields that
           you squat and occupy.

           Biblical references are not
           in land survey/deeds, the
           promised land has no title,
           not yours go - - - - yourselves.

.     Ireland had its own Nakba
     at the Hands of the English,
       with a little help from the
         Scott’s and the Welsh.

If I was Palestinian I would write an epic poem without one solitary  abbreviation or full stop on the longest roll of paper ever fabricated stretching from Ramallah to Tel Aviv all the way through Gaza and as it passed by the towns and villages the dispossessed could stand and watch my peloton of fiery words and fan its Ignited Detonator Fuse

.           Interpol regulators are
            putting APB’s on poets
            with empathy for Gaza.

             Anti Semantic is what
             the charge is, and our
             poetry will be deleted.

             [Government Warning]
             reading or reproducing,
             even, reciting, is illegal!

.    I could go and deface a
     fence with my grievances

     I could go into a forest
     and speak to the trees

     I could tell a grapevine
     or go and talk to the wall

      I could go to a priest
      privacy of the confessional

     I could go to Alcoholics
     Anonymous and share

     But who you see here
     What you hear here

     When you leave here
     Let it stay here, is pointless

     Because a wider audience
     Needs to listen to my poem

     How else can I convey
     The plight of Palestinians?







Ps

Ink blobs are indelible tears
and blotting paper will not
  suffice as a handkerchief

Iran
You ran
He she and it ran
We ran
You plural ran
They ran

.   Genocide Joe is going ballistic
    but a nuke in New York will be
    a statistic
    Perhaps one in London on the
    night of Guy Fawkes
    And another in Paris to silence
    the hawks
    Oh what a joy to see the WASP’s
    stung
    And Benji Yahoo by the ***** he
    is hung.

Iran rain mist dews

Hurricane Al-Aqsa floods

From river to sea

The whole world is rejoicing,
in song they are voicing, evil
Jew go and find a new home.

Your greed and your hate will
bring the same fate and your
empire will fall just like Rome.

.              Always expected
               the long awaited
               much anticipated
               season two of the
               Oily Crust finally
               begun with some
               of the original cast
               but introducing a
               new director with
               subtitles in Persian.
               Audiences around
               the world applaud
               what some say was
               the best fireworks
               display ever seen.

While Israel is being
  botox’ed by Hamas
  Hezbollah & Houthi.

  Iran just presented
  an incentive for the
  two state solution.

  America has been
  using duct tape as
  the bonding agent.

  The Brits thought
  ye olde boss stick
  would do the job.

  The French opted
  for super gluten, a
  derivative of dough.

  But Vlad was of a
  different mindset,
  Putin on the blitz.

We are the
      champignons
                of the world

.   The Jews hid their jewels in a dome
     It was iron though built by a gnome
     But the Persians on rugs
     Made them all look like mugs
     Now Palestine is no longer their home

.       Surely a misspelling,
       yet, perhaps not.

       Because it has an
       electric fence around
       the perimeter and a
       gate sign warning.
       Entry At Own Risk.

       I get it, it’s a metaphor,
       for past and future.

.        They want riparian rights
          to everything even rain if
          that were possible. Suez
          was on the bucket list of
          rivers along with Jordan
          but the prize is Latani to
          the north. Surround us by
          water from the Red Sea
          via the Ben Gurion canal
          on to the Mediterranean.
          The island of Israel being
          their Zionist dream which
          is turning into a nightmare,
          and rightly so, evil *******.

.      There are those I would
       like to rebuke
       Because a man’s got to
       do, said the duke
       No I’m not going ballistic
       my crystal ball is holistic
       And it’s saying that it’s
       time for a nuke

.                $ H € K £ L

.        All double EdgdE words
         are strange palindromes,
         they’re not found in drawers
         nor in books, but in homes.

         They are writ on my mirrors
         though some think they’re errors,
         but I have a license,
         to make them fit, in my poems.

EC (((((((((((((((((((((
                                 )))))))))))))))))))))))))))OH


Audible illusion of grapevine semantics with
an optical perception of a visual deception !




Language has no limitations so long as echoes are permitted access to the walls
of free speech but since the prosecution of
Bill Poster artistic expression is muted.

}   I can $€£ a cras# coming @ the + by the •

& the * people share of accountability is 100%

A low branch of a willow
could hardly be accused
if eavesdropping on a
conversation between
the brook a bridge and
it’s banks. Heated at
times over an ancient
Droit de Passage which
according to the banks,
was no longer applicable
since the advent of the
free market economy
and privatisation. The
bridge was charging a
toll so why should your
water pass under the arch
without a levy, was the
banks argument. The
Brook said it was up to
thé bridge and not the
banks to demand a passage
Tax.


I was only parked for the
Night here, so I have no
Idea how this is going to end.
For the sake of journalism we
Should stay I suppose.

.   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 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!

Netenyahu said Israel is
not a flimsy spiders web,
it has strings of indestructible
steel, but look at what
happened to horse of
the apocalypse when he
went to trample on the
neighbours magnetic field!

      Ω  Ω

      Ω  Ω

They plucked the wings,
and caged the bird, then
cast their mantle, on it.

But from one plume, her
song was read, then on the
flood borne wind, was writ.

When bomb quake
      cities silence,
seismic sentences
           sound.

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.

.        __
.        |guinness|      
.        |___|

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.

.  


.

.      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.