.               When I’m Feeling Blue

              While there are no clouds,
             e.g, i.e, 40 shades of green
          are surrounded by a hue of blue.

.        According To Bram Stoker

                 Israel is the exact
                      same shape
                        as stakes
                          used to
                            stab
                              v
                              a
                              m
                              p
                              I
                              r
                              e
                              s
                              !
                              .
                              .

.        Questions x 4

    Was a great injustice
    done to the world by
    defeating Deutschland?

    Be it so is our newborn
    tolerance of ******’s far
    right truly acceptable?

    Now do we want to employ
    his values Arian, no blacks,
    grey’s, or Gypsy refugees?

    Is it white supremacy Uber
    Alles time again, Shizer to
    Schengen, sink the dinghy’s?

.      You are not Issac Newton
          You are not William Tell
               You are not Adam,
                  Yet, you threw
                    Away my heart.

.                Target Practice

                They tried to jail
                Him once
                They tried to shoot
                Him twice
                Three strikes, and,
                They are out,
                To get him.

                Donald,








                                       duck!

.                    <•> " <•>

.  The earth is a living organism
     requiring lightening strikes,
    acupuncture meridian points.

      Israel is a designated zone
of universal ill health in need of
a godly act for the greater good.

.                   Universal
                 Verse Versus
                    Adversity

            When all one can do
            is write of the wrongs
            When all one can do
            is script it for songs
            When all one can do
            is margin the errors              
            Then all one can do
            is highlight the terrors.

.              Net in Yahoo
                     Spotify
                  Google or
                      Alexa
        
                Play Me A Hit

.            I am in a dark place,
             Just for now at least.

             The deciduous ones
             Are reluctant to share
             The roof light with me.

             But all that it is about
             To change, it's the fall.

.          Heaven is a republic,
           the sitting incumbent
           is God but Satan who
           happens to be a cross
           dresser is challenging
           this years plebiscite in
           female guise, she calls
           herself Lucy Ferocious.

           She has a sooty ashen
           face like Cinder-Ella.

           Beware, she is a friend
           of the evil ones, some
           are known assassin's.
        
           Ps.

           If God dies, who is left to
           Make America Great Again,
           who, but he, can we trust in?

Great news, Vlad is going
Balistique that’ll be a step
Up from Putin on the blitz.

Fried chicken in Kiev, Pie
Eel and smash in London.

Paris, champignons avec
L’Escargot, that’s in Seine.

KFC with a U in New York
And Go(o)d Less America.

.                                     Blow
                                    Harder
                             Gale the forces
                           Gust if you must
                          Howl even louder
                        Hurricane till hoarse
                     Tirade your trade winds
                  Typhoon your little trinkets
             Tornado to the top of your voices
           Roaring forty’s fifty’s or even sixties    
        Storm your silhouetted steam shadows
But be aware we've got the Russian dolls drums

Have you ever dared to
be different than what
you are

Have you ever tried to
experience what it is
like to be blind

Have you ever imagined
what it feels to be of an
other race or colour

Have you ever tried to
sense how it might seem
to be pregnant

Have you ever suffered
from the exclusion of
obesity

Have you ever attempted
to assemble a jigsaw puzzle
without the photo on the box

Have you ever accidentally
intentionally managed to
detour from conditioning

Have you ever had a nice’r
day because someone just
told you to

Have you ever wondered
why everyone is obsessed
with being homogeneous

.          Their fees differ, but the
              prey is always same.
           Humanely wrapped for
               identity parades on
             supermarket shelves.

             No eyes no limbs but
                 fish have fingers.
              Sanitized savagery.
          See none slain, nor hear
         pain, yet taste their stain.




Ryan O'Leary
The Proscribed Poet




I have just been to a supermarket
To buy bleach, en route I passed
By the meat counter I’m so *******
Angry, cannot understand carnivores.

La Provenance
                          est
                                   Notre Destin


    From whence the Phoenix came
                   Icarus went!

The caged bird sang
            to a captive audience
but her écho was free
            to go come go come,                                                                         g

On memories lake
mind reflection is
in progress

An aquarelle of
blue, but cloud
shadows

Yin-Yang
See-Saw
Yo-Yo

I don’t feel any different
to myself in the mirror yet
everyone else seems to
think so, but perception is
deception and anyway one
has to ask which version
of them is visible to me
especially when considering
that they are adept at playing
hide and seek, because they
have no idea what it’s like, to
be lost, for a lifetime, in a maze!



Ryan O'Leary
The Proscribed Poet



Ps

After a 40 year absence I met
A well known Mallow businessman
In the foyer of the Hibernian Hotel.
He gave me a condescending look
And said “ Not You Again “

Acrostic
Dyslexic
Palindromic


Master
Sat
In
His
Chair
Each
Time
At
Catechism

And IRNI was the
name of the DOG
nailed to the cross

No sign of EVE

Subsidence Control
   (engineers report)

As an ex grave digger
but more recently an
under-pinner, it is my
expert opinion that all
made up ground is in
a permanent state of
instability & anything
constructed thereon
will eventually reveal
fault fissures and fail.

Venice, an exception,
but due to the fact of
oak piles in alluvial silt.

Israel does not have
such earthly anchors,
therefore it is and will
always be prone to the
seismic shocks from its
illegal land occupation
granted by an empire
that since disappeared,
good riddance to them.


Ps

A tell tale is an apparatus to
monitor ground movement

.     Everyone has their gate,
    to mystery, or, be it misery

      Some have silent hinges,
          while others creak

         Watergate Tollgate
        Floodgate Subjugate.

.     If I was a tree in a forest
      where all that was different
      were seasons and I being a
      deciduous felt shame.

      Empty crows nests is all I
      would have to show for my
      entire years work as all my
      leaves scattered in the wind.

      The evergreens are so up
      themselves and would you
      look at their roots, set in the
      exact same soil as ourselves.

      Those pines give me the pip
      standing there prim and proper
      not a branch astray, what a
      homogeneous bunch of jerks.

      One day they too will get their
      comeuppance and be brought
      down to earth like everyone else,
      the Stihl wind can blow at anytime.

Gris As The Colour

      It is thé grey of grief,
     Which has five stages.

   Denial Anger Bargaining
   Depression Acceptance.


        Gris As The Verb

        Grisly, Gruesome,
           Ghastly, Grim,
            Gangrenous.

    When conjugated it is
     A perfect description
               For Israel

.       Laden with tragedies, hull
        holding in a turbulent sea,
        bow to stern pivots on the
        global axis of western evil.

        HMS Tall Tales sails on an
        ocean of un-woken waters,
        from Jaffa to Baltimore Bay
        to destroy a cargo of truths.

Multinationals tell the
Governments what to do
And they tell the police
What to do and we are
Victims of out democracy.

Expression is a sentence
      on wheels traversing a
     cavernous tunnel under
      a dark mountain range
         and light is a blank
            page at its end.

From brilliant daylight
to overcast in seconds
is a short circuit of our
sun’s low arc in winter.

it’s never a blown fuse
according to a trusted
phase tester theorist !

.      Schengen Schenanagens
      in Deutschland Uber Alles.

         Volkswagen emission
           omission admission.

             And the far *****
             east, moves west.

Keeping grief to oneself
is not that difficult after
attempts to share failed.

Because pain, cannot be
felt in two places at once.

.            After a long sentence
             the poet is pardoned,
             but with restrictions.

             No more unsolicited
              acrostics, limericks,
             odes haïkus or epics.

.              His names not Jack
           but he’s been silenced,
                    IL SILENZIO.

           Removed as one would
             spokes from a bicycle
                          wheel.

.                Out of the ether nocturnal
                words come to me flocking

                They perch in my mind and
                 by morning they are poetry

                 And my dilemma is this, do I
                 cage them on a page, forever?

                 Am I their custodian now or
                 what if I do not copyright them?

                 You are free to go my little
                  neurons of the night, there

                  is a plagiarists playground
                  not far from here where

                  Someone will use some, or
                  perhaps all of you, differently.

.                        I
                           I
            Cross Word Poem
                           I
                           I
                           I
                           I

  I had 40 shades of green envy
  when I read that a lateral thinker
  had incorporated vertical lines
  in a two way poem that fitted in
  the carcass of a crossword maze.

  He is the same author that wrote
  the poem about a dressage horse,
  back of an assembled jigsaw puzzle,
  dismantled it, and sent it to Valegro’s
  rider, Charlotte du Jardin of UK fame.

Season of empire is
        on us again, trees are
      deciduously waiting for
         a drooping of colour.

Another sunny day for some,
but sombre silhouettes, cast
in scenes of no rehearsals, are
the unrecognized stars of war.

There’s no festival of Sundance
or Cannes Palme D’Or or Oscars,
no awards for best supporting
actors or special effects, for Gaza.




Ps

This poem was presented with
a photo of a shadow which was
a metaphor for a dead Palestinian

.        It was a shot, that put
           Fadi Aldeeb out of
        action, but, ‘’shot put’’
            reactivated him.

          They tried to **** his
      marathon message, yet,
       despite the wheelchair,
      a flag has flown in Paris.

If Germany had won the war
     there would be no monarchy
     or no United Kingdom either.

     There would be no border in
       Cyprus Pakistan or Korea.

      There’d be no McDonald’s
        or Mormons banging at
       the door Sunday morning.

    There would be no Peugeot’s
         and everyone would be
        taking schnapps in Paris.

       There'd be no more wars
        and foreskins would be
       optional not compulsory

       Imagine if Germany won
        the war and bearing in
       mind that we Irish were
          neutral, we would be
         Ar Mhuin Na Mhuica.

        Ireland would be united
        and we'd be still making
         VW Beetles for farmers
              in County Kerry.

            Danke Furs Lesen.

.                  Aller Simple

         Its French, means 1 way.

         Greyhounds, the canine
         Species should never be
         Walked back same side
         Of the road or else they
         Only feel half the benefit.

         Returning, or aller retour
         Is a premeditated voyage
         For unadventurous souls,
         Safe destinations which
         Are pre package wrapped.

         Where are we going next?

                       VOLVO

          Means we will keep rolling!

Depth of lake in ratio
to height of sky plus
rarefaction of light in
addition to the clarity
of cloud less diffusion
is equal to reflection.

When you die without a
  name you’re headstone
  will read digit rests here,
  number, 40,654 next to
  some 1 you never met, a
  numerical ***** maybe?




Ps

For Gaza

2nd Amendment is
The ammunition
Florida is the trigger
And Americans are
Looking in a mirror
Whilst pointing the
Gun at themselves
And the world is
Looking on at the
New season of yet
Another installment
Of Fratricide which
Is produced with the
Pop Up Shop theme
Candid Camera style
But not who dunnit
More, where next and
This is why it is such
A successful series
According to In God
We trust studios and
Audience research.
Rehearsals for upcoming
Shows are on going
It is now in the Guinness
Book of Records as the
Longest running show on
Earth dating back 1491
When the slaughter of
A 100 million natives began.

.         One cannot urinate
        And hold back a ****
        In tandem according
       To Newton’s first law
      Of physics where each
     Action has an equal and
          Opposite reaction.

. .
.              On the island of Oland
               there are a 1,000 cloths
                on a 1,000 mills with a
            1,000 winds to wave them.

                 Oh: but a masted ship
              could wake me here, and
             stop and stare and explain
             their semaphore whispers.

Read sky at night,
   Astronomer.

   Read sky in the
   morning,

   Pat the postman
   from Donegal

   bullshitting locals
   about a snowfall.

Media mind moulding is America’s art of
Getting people to think what they deem
Best and by using subliminal technology
Via media control they mass advertise a
Pré packaged processed political product
No different than the McDonald’s formula
For nutrient free food to be consumed by
The easily manipulated gullible masses.

.    Imagine the world is a head
            and just as brains are
      surrounded by liquid so too
       are the land masses of this
          metaphorical analogy.
     There are two sides to this
          cervical globe but not
       separated by a horizontal
       equator, rather a vertical.
       As in the mind a dark and
     bright side exist, this is why,
    as the final throes of empires
   setting sun leaves the left side
   a stroke has occurred and we
    are led by the Alzheimer one
     but the light illuminates the
       eastern horizon of hope.
           God Less America
               Rest In Pisces.

If you eat McDonald’s
chances are you won’t
like Kim Jong-Un Vlad
Putin or Madura that
is because you’re palet
has got used to being
seasoned by Uncle Sam.

Moi, je ne mange pas
           McDo’s,
           Jamais!!

.    Everyone has their gate,
   to mystery, or, be it misery

     Some have silent hinges,
         while others creak

        Watergate Tollgate
       Floodgate Subjugate.

If one were to strike while
    the iron was hot, then

Indecision would not leave a
space vacant for confusion

But as we have been taught
     to look before we leap

Yet never look a gift horse
           in the mouth

  We invariably fall victims
       of choice spoilage

   Which brings me to the
   solution of this dilemma

      When the road forks
     and there’s no pointer

  Choose one, pair it to the
one from whence you came

   Then ask yourself, do I
    really want to go back?

Words are woods, I go
   to, in search of solace

   It is there, in artificial
   darkness, I find light

   Every leaf, a letter, part
   of a deciduous anagram

   Bird songs are echoes
   in coded metaphors

   Clouds are blank
   sky pages, to be writ

   Fungi and pine cones
   are punctuation marks

   Tree trunks are in rows
   and rows of poetic prose

   Even if lost, I always find my
   way out, of the Black Forest.