.         Power of Words

     /           /
  Cul an Ti  which is back of
  the house in Irish is a poem
  written by Sean O’Riordan.

  Cul de Sac is French and it
  is literally bottom of a sack,
  more commonly a dead end.

  Anti Cull is a campaign I have
  launched via poetry, to stop
  the bear slaughter in Sweden.

Ryan, not Freud

        The problem with
           E         G        O
       is this, it insists on
      always being upper
      case, and will never
        accept, when it’s
                   (h’id)

ABBA
CADABRA

Johnny Saab
Went for a Scania,
Only to discover,

That he had a
*****, instead
Of a Volvo.

Velux to that, he
Exclaimed, I still
Got me Thule!

Are you a lateral
or a vertical thinker?
.        v
         u
v  o  (l)  v  o
         v
         a

Dew as in Tullamore, is Whiskey, with an E
Due, as in fair dues is credit with an E
E's as in Netenyahu Zelensky are just Evil E's

No, not complain, it
was something that
crossed the border
into Poland after an
assault by Russian
forces (according)
to the NATO Nazis.

Avian matter Putin
said, perhaps it is
a piece of Chicken
Kiev & the stuffing
knocked out of it?
Zekensky will be
high tailing it soon,

Somewhere over
the Polish border
like Icarus with his
*** on fire where
they will be setting
up another Vichy
for the absentées.

•               -              •               -              •

Braille Morse Clock For Deaf And Blind

Language           Without                  Sign

Tour de Force

In the cycle of violence
Benjamin Netanyahu is
struggling in the uphill
trials against Hamas,
who have not once in
the entire tournament
worn the yellow jersey.

The Israeli pèleton has
not performed as well
as expected, especially
after Hamas surprised
everyone on October 8
with an ingenious tactic
which left the opponents
in total disarray, besides,
exposing their weakness.

The spectators applauded
as never before seen when
Les Sous Chiens showed
their teeth and as the final
stage approaches, crowds
line the route all the way
to the Arc de Triumphe
chanting ‘’ from the river
they will see Bateau Mouche,
please wave to me ‘’ it’s in
Seine, but, Viva Palestina.

The Russians are coming
The Russians are near
The Russians are here.

  Stefan Bandero Ukraine
  Hero, where are your
  Nazis now.

  And new boy Zekensky is
  Going to Hell-Sinki, to
  Take his final bow.

   He’s a hot potato right
   Now for NATO whom
   Soon they will disavow.

Trump It City

  It will be DC time
  Soon again, Donny T
  Chez la Maison Blanche,
  Sil tu Plait Mr President
            MAGA.
             Merci

.      The Eye Test

                 <•><•>

         Please look at the
         Eye chart and tell
         Me what you see.

         It’s twenty twenty
         Doctor your clock
         Is still in old time.

         No, not that wall,
         The opposite one
          Beside the mirror.

         I can see it now it
         Doctor, it is twenty
         Twenty one, almost!

Mother bear awakes
  from a deep slumber,
  hibernation abruptly,
  prematurely, ended.

  Sleep deprivation of
  a provocative nature,
  induced insomnia by
  uncaring neighbours.

  With earth trembling
  strides, she makes
  her way westwards,
  giant steps, in snow.

If I were a Muslim or Catholic
I’d be associating it with Lent
or Ramadan, an abstention!

But as I am neither and not at
all discerning about that which
I consume, I expect it is Rabbit!

Vegetarians ruminate, therefore
anything with legs and eyes, etc,
might not be accessible to them.

Slow food can only be harvested
at a particular time of year, but
grass is available in most fields.

When not, there is always a version
of it on the menu albeit it being in a
processed form of silage or hay.

But, since old McDonald died and
his sons inherited the farm, nearly
everything is GMO without DNA.

This is the problem, time is money,
assembly line food, mass produced,
cheap to buy, no digestion required.

You are what you eat and all ill health
comes from the intestine, kick McDo’s
out because it is utter American *******.

Word In Your Ear

Anything that can
Be thinked, can be
Just as easily taught.

Then, once learned, it
must be memorized
And not be forgotten.

So this is why we are
A prosaic nation of
talkers and listeners.

Our Compulsive story
Tellers recite and rhyme
without any hesitation.

Why poets, are, perhaps,
The most dangerous
People In the room.

John Bradburne composed
Six thousand poems in ten
Years at a ***** colony in
Africa, twelve a day sometimes.

Seems to me that he told the
*****’s to go **** themselves
While he sat in his tent out of
The scorching sun, thinking?

A jigsaw of words,
unframed, in need
of assembly.

They are, thought
  provoking concepts,
  of a mind in silhouette.

  Perhaps, of a people,
  of animals caged, or,
  a social commentary.

  They may cause a fleeting
  empathy to some, but,
  the poet is always in pain.

Death penalties
Guantanamo
Speech control
Empire State
Genocide Joe
Statue of Liberty
Land of the free
Home if the slave
Black wives matter
Vote Kamala Kaze
Debt to America.

.      Pre Tense

Before present hype,
about future/past, a
period existed, when
nothing bothered me.

But that pendulum is
anchored, in The Now,
where supposedly, all
power is, yet, it’s dark!

.        (Part ll)

            Their
Discovered in Gaza.

Now we know why?

             The
        Crucifixion

Eviction and fiction.

Because their knell is
is the bell on the Plaza.

They are truly Satanic,
provenance, manic,
destination Titanic,

Between riverbank
and shore of the sea.

If Joe, is the Joker, of
the pack, and Kamala
is ***** Queen, then,
that makes Trump Ace!

Lost Poems

They are not necessarily
about loss, not the ones
I am referring to, at least.

Graffiti gets painted over,
Banksy’s wolf was stolen,
Bill Posters was prosecuted.

I didn’t write with invisible
ink, yet, 15,000 of my works
disappeared into the ether.

.       Biblical Prophecy

There can be no creativity
without secrecy, this is why
God waited until the seventh
day, to switch the lights on.

But, despite the darkness, he
did manage to find the perfect
location for Palestine, between
a river, and the deep blue sea !

Power of Words

     /           /
  Cul an Ti  which is back of
  the house in Irish is a poem
  written by Sean O’Riordan.

  Cul de Sac is French and it
  is literally bottom of a sack,
  more commonly a dead end.

  Anti Cull is a campaign I have
  launched via poetry, to stop
  the bear slaughter in Sweden.

I’ve watched how they
induce trees to give up
their olives by shaking
branches on to canvas.

Caesarean sections or
premature fœtuses, is
what came to my mind
when first I witnessed.

Imagine it were apples,
nature would have been
denied, and Newton’s
gravity discovery lost.

Bhuddah spent seven
years sitting under a
deciduous until one day
he said ‘’ what the **** ‘’.




Ryan O'Leary
The Proscribed Poet

Ps

Don’t shake heads,
scratch them, is the
moral of this poem.

.         Ryan, not Freud

        The problem with
           E         G        O
       is this, it insists on
      always being upper
      case, and will never
        accept, when it’s
                   (h’id)

Dementia

I am the resident of the
White House, I’ve got a
Prostate problem excuse
Me I must go for a P they
Said it should be an up her
Case, no idea what it means
I must consult my Alamak,
Not Old Moore’s I’m dyslexic
I meant Kamala, she lives
Next door I think, she’s is
Here nearly every day, they
Tell me she is looking for a
Job, she should have asked
The joker before Trump, he
Might have employed her, I
Can’t imagine what she could
Do around here, we have our
Own cleaners, I’d best go back
to the Oval Orifice and get rid
of the Buck that stopped There!

Metaphorical
Métamorphose

In poetry
And in prose

River flowing
From the mountain

Makes it’s way
To Innisfree

Spills its water
Round the lake isle

Then outflows
Towards the sea

And just as one
Cannot stop the wind

That shakes the
Barley

The bird of Palestine
Like the Irish Wolfhound

Is gentle when stroked
But viscous when provoked.



For the people of Gaza
And the indigenous
Underdogs of our world

?

But for ships the sea
would remain waveless

But for wind the sky
would remain cloudless

But for war the world
would remain righteous

But for words the world
would remain speechless

But for poets the world
would remain hopeless

But for sleep the world
would remain conscious.


               Wake!

Din

I can Harley,
      hear.

Not Wimbledon

I went to a audiologist
In Harley Street London
And he attributed my
Hearing loss to what
He described as exhaust
Manifold overload and
Suggested I get rid of
My Davidson and buy
An all electric Tesla!

If I was a refugee
Without the language
Of the hostile nation
Hosting me.

If I was a refugee
Without the religion
Of the hostile nation
Hosting me.

If I was a refugee
Without the culture
Of the hostile nation
Hosting me.

If I was a refugee
Without the colour
Of the hostile nation
Hosting me.

If I was a refugee
Without the respect
Of the hostile nation
Hosting me.

If I was a M.E. Refugee
Without the hosting
Of the hostile
Nation!

I would probably be
Dead by now, so,
Your bigotry, racism,
And, hate, are sustainable.







Ps

Empathy and compassion are
born of uncertainty, fear, pain,
and experiencing expatriation.
But few of us have lived under
threat violence and intimidation.

You’d never think it?

The first thought of
my (minds), everyday
is suicide, but I have
never put it to the nib
before now, assuming
that it was a universal
norm, but apparently
I am in a minority or so
Jo@Samaritans.ie said.

I woke this morning
with an empty mind,
no subject matter not
even foreign, despite
my being, in Lapland.

The laptop bleeped!
Oh: good something
to distract me from
nothing, transitions
from the AA, thought
for the day, but they
never tell you which
one it is, they assume
you are not hungover.

It is spiritually versus
spirits again today,
higher power to the
people, atheists and
agnostics are doomed.

Well, that’ll be me ******,
because God’s the only
one that can change
water into wine and I’m
parked by one of the
182,000 lakes in Finland!

The Drover

To Meath of the pastures
From wet hills by the sea
Through Leitrim and Longford
Go my cattle and me

Padraigh Colum

—————————————

The Vegan

From the river
To the sea
Salmon will
Be free

Ryan O'Leary

——————————————-

The Prophecy

From the river
To the sea
Palestine
Will be free.


Fadwa Tuqan

My problem with The
Samaritains is this. All
their helpline hosts are
just your average JO’s.

Exchange

Ah sure tis fame I craved,
more than anything, money
never meant nutin to me.

I liked the coins, you could
toss them, roll them or drill
holes in them, for washers.

I wrote a poem for a pint of
Guinness, one time, in a pub.
Guess what, I titled it barter!

               <>


            Barter

Wilde said he had nothing
to declare but his wit, well
if you happened to be an
officer at customs control,
you quite likely, would be
asking me if I was colour
blind after looking through
my suitcase, but I would
be telling you I’m dyslexic.

Tell me something Paddy,
do you go or stop at traffic
lights, when they are red ?



Ps

This is the poem I sold
for a pint of Guinness.

I watched a live transmission
Where the participant, female,
Was asked, Where was the
Strangest place you ever had
***? To which she replied Up
The bottom!

I have written poems in odd
Places, different surfaces, it
Is an obsession, perhaps one
Could say, an addiction, non
Substance of course.

I expect you wish to ask if I
Ever composed a poem one
A fess or fesses and whom it
Was and what the poem was
about?

The answer is yes and the
Girl was Lana who was a
Dyslexic, she had a propensity
To doing things in reverse and
Often spelt her name backwards.

Why Would I

I won’t visit a zoo
of domesticated
animals, nor will I
pay for a museum
where they’ve got
taxidermy statues.


I won’t open fridge
doors of carnivores
to catch a glimpse
of their mummified
ménageries which
are only identified
by barcode numbers
going off by dates
and of course, smell.

How could I support
such cruelty, I am a
Vegan for **** sake.

Total annihilation is the
ultimate democracy, it
will be the Holocaust of
Hell, even Satan is going
to get singed, no amount
if Red Adair’s are going
to quench the infernos,
not even all of the water,
from the river to the sea.

But God will survive and
hopefully next time people
will be all the same colour,
all the same religion and
all the same gender, but
above all everyone is Irish!

Blinken is a Jew
Biden’s a Zionist
What hope Hamas?
American Pie=22/7
With the usual catch.

©       **** Jagger
           plagiarized
            Sisyphus

.  Chicago Convention

    Mike Dandelion told
   the Democratic Party
    that Genocide Joe’s
       speech is Reddy.

      A Braille copy has
      been given to the
     President because
      his physician said
       he is going dotty.

.       Poet to Artist
         (disclaimer)

Re, ‘’I Met Banksy’’ poem.
Permit me to apologize for
what could be a character
assassination/déformation.

Besides, using Alcoholics
Anonymous as a venue for
for this fictitious encounter,
was, in itself, opportunistic.

Therefore, I, The Proscribed
Poet, pseudonym or aliased,
as Ryan O’Leary, do hereby
retract meeting Banksy at AA.

                    <>


        Artist to Poet
          ( response)

Re: I Met Banksy, poem.
Dear Ryan, or whatever
you wish to be known as,
I appreciate your amend.

But try to be conscious
of the fact, that there can
be no creativity, without an
egoless devotion to secrecy.

Black sheep are the only
ones that don’t get lost
when it snows, yet, they
are never the bellwethers!

‘’Nietzsche said that which
     does not ****, makes one
                 stronger’’

This is the reason I decided to
succumb to my weaknesses!

Word In Your Ear

Anything that can
Be thinked, can be
Just as easily taught.

Then, once learned, it
must be memorized
And not be forgotten.

So this is why we are
A prosaic nation of
talkers and listeners.

Our Compulsive story
Tellers recite and rhyme
without any hesitation.

Why poets, are, perhaps,
The most dangerous
People In the room.

Don’t know if I’m a mule or a fence
For sure, there’s an element of suspense
I found a stash of *******
I’m in Norway not Spain
Therefore such, is my dilemma, so hence!

Arctic Cathedral

You are a Prism,
You are a Pyramid
You are the peak of the Pole.

You're an Icesosceles Triangle
You are a beacon or a Spike
You are a frosted Toblerone.

You are a Fuji
You are an Aspen
You are an Everest.

You are an Anything
You are a Something
You are an Everything,

You are a Sail
You are a Scale
You are a Chard

You are a Munch
You are an Ibsen
You are Amundsen

You are Nocturnal
You are Diurnal
You are a Star

You are an Icicle
You are a Waterford Crystal
You are a Stalagmite.

You are the Sine
You are the Cosine
You are the Tangent.

You are a Pagoda
You are a Point
You are a Paradox.

You are an Illusion
You are a white Seclusion
You are a Mirage.

You are Ribbed
You are Cribbed
You are Ad-Libbed

You are Algebra
You are Geometry
You are Trigonometry

You are the Alfa
You are the Apex
You are the Anthem

You are Sensual
You are Superb
You are Sublime.

Architecturally Eccentric
Optically Simplistic
Spiritually Divine.










Ps

The Arctic Cathedral is in
Tromso, North Norway.

Google it, it is stunning.
I wrote this whilst sitting
there today.

You have spawned a
movement, unleashed
an unlicensed poem.

You have taught us by
your resilience and your
persistence that no
matter how many dams
or obstacles are put in
your way, you will achieve
what nature has ordained.

From the river to the sea,
From the river to the sea,
What is caged will be free!



The Proscribed Poet
6th August 2024



Ps

Spread this poem like slurry
on the streets because a
woman is being tried in
Germany for uttering the
phrase about Palestine and
its quest to freedom of
passage between the Jordan
River and the Mediterranean.

%

Have you ever wondered
why there is a bat between
the percentage sign *****?

Perhaps not, but at least
now, that you are aware,
it will be easier to deduce.

There are two other round
objects in punctuation, but
the full stop is a fixed entity.

‘By moving one decimal point,
the status of women can be
put back to the Middle Ages’

That was a quote, not mine, but
be warned, the author is about.
He will decide, Harris or Trump!

When Bin Laden selected 9/11
Sinwar Yahya had but October 7
These dates were perused
Because no others could be used
As both are bank holidays in Heaven