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‘’ Fade ‘’ Mile Failte

Yes, the sun eventually set in the
Brutish Empire, last rays dimmed
the 40 shades of our welcome mat.

Our lament is over, no more Lodge
at the entrance, we’re emancipated
not even a gateman for thé trains.

We became born again, *******,
**** the black babies, the lot of
them should have been aborted.

Mother Theresa was a fossil faced
***** and Kuntae Kintae got what
he deserved,

**** Bangladesh Bob Geldof and
Band Aid,

Not politically correct to
Say      out anymore
Although there’s a form
Writing called       out
Poetry whereby words
Are erased from existing
Texts using a        felt tip.

If I was a        person I
I would find it offensive
When the teacher tells
A student to go and erase
The white board because
When I was a wee lad back
In Ireland, we had        boards
And boxes to collect money
For the      babies. So when I
Read about Microsoft IT Outage
I knew they meant         out.

In Norway their bread is called Brod

In Kristiansand their bakery’s named Odd

They use flour that is Leven

Which is all milled in Heaven

And grown Bio/Organic by God.

.         Donny T

He was cheated in 2020
He was framed in 2021
He was prosecuted in 2023
He was shot in 2024

A Frenchman translated
Joyce’s poem for Bloomsday.

On reading it he exclaimed
Une omelette sans beurre.

Indeed, apparently it lost all
Of its content and meaning.

Edward Fitzgerald read a
Translation of the Rubyiatt.

My God he said. What’s all
The talk about Khayyam?

He went and learned Persian
Just to read the Quatrains.

James Joyce learned the
Entire Norwegian language.

He done so, simply to read
One poem by Hendrik Ibsen.

The poem was Peer Gynt and
Then he abandoned Norwegan.

When Ibsen died in Oslo, the
Funeral was delayed for Joyce.

I am close to Ibsen birthplace
And will visit his grave in Oslo.

Next, we need to find out about
Roald Amusden the South Poler.

V - S U A  - .


I could be a small l,
like this l, which is,
oddly, the first digit.

The moral is, if three
refugees were white,
we’d only notice, none!

Helium Heads cannot
conceal what they are
thinking, tell tale signs
    give them away.

Body language, eye
contact, handshakes
are but a few, Dracula
     has no shadow!

We mirror what’s in
   our imaginations,
   feigned empathy
    has no vibration.

Everyone wants to get high,
as on hills, just like Hillary.

Steeplejacks with no heads
for heights, become Abseilers.

I’m a sky rider, I took a bicycle to
where no one ever dared, before.

Icarus returned without his wings,
and I came back without my peddles.

Legalized

If I stay here long enough
they said I could become
naturalized, which I think
is a bit like, homogenized.

Imagine that, normalized,
after being scrutinized, I
would be synchronized to
become more harmonized.

But how does that work
because I am ostracized
demonized even despised,
perhaps I’ll be hypnotized.

Ah: I get it, I’ll be baptized
no longer marginalized, I
will become civilized and
one day I will be canonized!

Brown girl in the ? ()val
US of A and not of Yeovil
A president but by default
Joe bye then was brought to halt.


Ps

It’s true, any auld eejit can be president

.    Fear not the talkers
     Or their echoes but
     When an ear on the
Wall falls to the ground
And green grass whispers
What the grapevine heard,
It is time for Hush Puppy
  Sneakers to eavesdrop!

Unisex

In days of dual toilets
males never had to
worry about Wet Bot,
because we raised the
seats when urinating.

But since the advent
of political correctness
equal opportunity and
gender inclusiveness,
a terrible duty was born.

The age of reciprocation,
and indeed chivalry have
been lost in the transition
of individualism, women do
not lift seats, but complain!

Art Has No Comparison

I always wanted to be an
Artist but the professor
Told me I had no eye for
Colour. Detail, dimension
Or perspective, ‘thé arts
In any form are not for you’.

So I took his advice and
Used my Penicillus for a
Totally Different purpose.

What I miss about home
Is the rain the greenness
And the pint of Harp, says
All there is to say about us.

We all wish we were home,
Or, that we never left and
Be it Sally O’Brien or Shep
The dog, we all have regrets.

But imagine arriving without
A word of the language, not
Understanding the culture,
Who wants to be a refugee?

Have you ever owned
A black car, do you
Prefer brown shoes?

Do you use the term
Black Out (in plural)?

Did you ever paint a
Red door a different
Colour?

Do you drink flat
Guinness or Irish
Coffee without
The cream?

If I was asked to paint
a metaphorical picture,
give it aroma, even taste!

I would achieve that by
poetic license, I’d simply,
change the title, to Palate.

Du Jardin bought a van and it’s Zippy
Phoned me up, because I am a Chippy
Can you convert this Camper?
Charlotte said ‘’ Revamp Her ‘’
I’ll be Britain’s, first ever, Miss Whippy.

.               O

It has without doubt a
glacial circumference,
and of course, there’s
a Stygian gloom, under
what appears, snowdrift,
until one tastes it, that is!


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It's a Pint Of Guinness

I am familiar with truancy
which in ways was what
led to my vagrancy and
eventual immigrancy, so
I have experience of how
life feels to be in itinerancy
and constant unexpectancy
and I don’t think refugees
should be branded with
delinquency especially
with the current frequency.

Fir gan Teanga

Sectarianism colonized their souls
Language colonized their words
Hate colonized their hearts

Refugees came without swords

But racism by those, merely shows,
That they are still colonized, by an
Inheritance, from their past masters.

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Fir Gan Teanga is Irish for Men
without a language.

The Irish were not only colonised
geographically but also linguisticly.

Tir Gan Teanga means a country
without a tongue

Ref Ref Ref

It is time to blow the whistle

Everyone can see it’s a foul

We don’t need VAR it’s blatant

Muslims/******* can’t play here

This is a white christian stadium

Ukraine subs ok they’re not blackallah’s

We’re Irish we’re not racist (but)

We never went to any of their countries

We never forced our religion on anyone

We never turned up anywhere as refugees

We don’t want our green pitch, jungled

We don’t want any of those Riff Raff Ref.

Universal Outage

Pick a busy street and choose a place to sit.
Allocate a location, then observe for 1 hour.
Take note of how many people occupied a
Particular spot and more, their nationalities,
By approximate assessment. Multiply this by 12 to give an average day. And at night, this
Morsel of ground will be abandoned. Try to
Imagine how many of those that tread on
Your selected pied à terre, were refugees,
Homeless, drug addicts, alcoholics, depressed, suicidal, sexually assaulted, and millionaires. What one will find, is that there
Was room at every given moment for all who
Arrived there, you may notice also that some
Stepped aside permitting the more needy to
Give them the right of passage and all of this
Occurs without lights or police to direct us.
It comes naturally, it is common courtesy, a
Learned response a reflexive action, it is our
Nature. We breathe the same air we share
The same light, until darkness and then we
Are all poetically licensed for everyone to
Distrust everyone, regardless of their colour.

Liberté Égalité Fraternité

Coined in 1789 by Marat
Danton and Robespierre.

Only implemented under
Duress in Algeria 1962.

Mais, New Caledonia sont
En attendant, pour Godot.

Just like Genocide Joe waits
For the almighty to speak!

Tourist Refugee

We have all been the
former, few the latter.

Yet, it is in all our DNA,
everyone’s an intruder.

At some time we were
all forced to (e)migrate.

But how ironic, tourists
are becoming a menace.

Barcelona bans baggers
Venice bans voyeurs.

I don’t believe in prevention
permits restricting what is a
normal occurrence of people
movement just as in nature.

Try to imagine, if pigs could fly,
just like the mass migration of
all the avian species annually,
would they need identity cards?

Bédouins, Nomads, Gitanes,
Bohemians & Nonchalant Gaelavanter’s
should be exempt, we are refugees,
no fixed abode’rs not systemised.

Feeler Gauge

How many black hands
have you shook’en in your
life, and if it t’were any, be
it be day, or be it, be night?

And will you be for knowin, if
twas a fish you caught, or be
it two grasps of the same grip,
but yours, what held it tight?

We have all been the
former, few the latter.

Yet, it is in all our DNA’s,
everyone is an intruder.

At some time we were
all forced to (e)migrate.

But how ironic, tourists
are becoming a menace.

Barcelona bans baggers
Venice bans voyeurs.

Ryan Air whiteouts are no
different than boat people.

Coming down here to change
your skin colour, are you now!

Well, you’re not wanted we can
do without the Anglo arrogance.

You can’t speak the language,
different religions and customs.

  Go back to where you came from
  we need airb&b’s for ourselves.

  Economically privileged discriminatory
  condescending is what you are.

  You have forgotten where you came
  from, hopefully, this will remind you!

- - i t   h a p p e n s

A short story about
Being out of paper in
The toilet.

Howard Hughes held
Interviews for his Pan
Am postal service.

30 candidates applied.
Hughes walked through
The waiting room.

He called his secretary,
Miss Talbot advise them
The interview is over.

But Mr Hughes you never!
Miss Talbot, tell the man with
Odd socks he got the job!

Coincidental Diagnosis

The person before me
Never flushed the WC.

Fortunately for him is
What I have to say to
That and but that we
Were on a ferry boat I
May have never go to
Diagnose him. Our paths
Crossed at the toilet door.
Roper turds can suggest
There is a cancerous
Growth in the intestine.
Stringy faeces is a sign.

Dare I tell him, as he sat
At the bar with his lady?

Well, I did and he was taken
Aback, 1 that he neglected
To pull the chain and 2 that
I suspected he had cancer!

He took my details and only
Today did I get a call and he
Had gone for tests and would
You believe it, I was right.

P.O.E.M.S. Syndrome

I have currently got 5,800
Poems composed. It is a
Sufficient amount to qualify
For a compulsive disorder.

But! Unknown to you, perhaps?
The title of this piece, is, in fact,
An acronym, and has nothing to
Do with ****** annoying writers!

I would much rather be
Permanently unstable
Than temporarily sane
And I would prefer to
Have no rooted abode than
To live in a forest with those
other deciduous *******.

Some say, I’m poet laureate, Penniferous
Yes my nom, of the plume, is Con’iferous
Because I write with a Quill
Using nibs of made of Bill
It is why, all my poems, are Vociferous!

I’ve got a dog his name’s Bagel
A stray found by bridge, Nano Nagle
I think ‘twas a pseudo
Because his pet name was Jew Dough
Which would fit as it rhymes with finagle

If I was a black Irish canine
In 60s UK, I would not be
Admitted in Battersea Dog’s
Home for adoption.

If I was a stray, most likely
I would have been shot by
Pest control, reported rabid,
Having bitten a caucasien.

If I was a homeless Black in
Ireland without a dog I would
Be given a pup tent and made
To sleep by the kerb like a cur.

Homeless

It is not feasible for one
to imagine homelessness.

Just as it is as difficult to equate
alone and loneliness in a crowd.

If the issue was merely that of
not having a home then so be it.

Alas, our world has very little
tolerance for anything different.

But for some it’s worse, they are
of unsame colour and language.

They are of customs and religions
that are completely alien to us.

They eat smelly food, wear odd
clothing and have strange names.

Bédouins living on streets of our
hard earned independent capital.

Penny for the guy, Penny Lane,
we even had pennies from Heaven!

Do you remember putting a penny
in the black baby boxes at school?

That was when we were of pound
mind and body now we’re metriculated.

I’m Not Racist, But

I won’t sit at the same
table, share a fridge or
sleep with a carnivore.

That is neither bigoted
patriotic, nationalistic
nor sexually segregating.

I do not look upon meat
eaters as inferior beings,
but perhaps, animals do.

We are what we eat after
all and we become what
we think, superior to nature.

I’m not racist, yet, I am
surrounded by the self
righteous meek inheritors.

But it’s the earth will show
up those if value and those
who are good for nothing.

If you look after your own back
garden, you will not be bothered
by those who seek a plot to plant.

White Ire Land

From whence hat’h
all the anger cometh

Where goeth thou in
thy quest for purity

Town criers speaketh
of an impending doom

Aliens be amongst us
Plagues and pestilence

A dark age be dawning
it will us bringeth fear

Banish thee what has
brought despair and evil

Cast from our cliff edges
upon craggy rocks below

Satan, God hath deserted
us, curse the unwanted

Sty for your eye and teeth
of both cheeks smashed

For black demons & Islam,
venom of Patrick’s snakes.

Famine Bird

From Phœnix Park a
spark in smoke took
flight, alighting to the
sky into a white nimbus
and as Angels Harped
O’Carolan’s  Concerto
the flight and Ireland’s
fight began without end.

women and children first
       WHITES ONLY
Oar poking permitted
      No blacks, Irish
       dogs or A-rabs
             aboard.

I don’t like black cars
so I drive a white one.
I don’t like Fat Freddy’s
cat so I got a kitten.
I don’t like foreign matter
so I keep my eyes closed.

They have two eyes
They have two ears
They have two hands
They have two legs
They have different
skin colour
They have different
languages
They are very strange
They are very odd
They are foreigners
They have allias’s
That means aliens
They have come
Not Smiths nor
Are they Jones’s
They are refugees

We can’t be the winds
or the waves or the sea

We can open our hearts,
our homes, let’s make free

We can’t be the boats or
the planes or the trains

We can be the ones
to diminish their pains

We can’t always recall,
our, first ever meeting

We cannot deny, that, we
too, needed greeting (AA)

Racist Relations

I expect my cousins
are saying this about
me, and sure, I won’t
be denying it, for I am.

I cringe, every time I
hear an English accent
in Ireland, the Irish even
sell properties to them.

What have the Blacks
or Muslims done to
deserve the hatred we
are witnessing just now?

1916 was about ridding
our nation of an empire,
but our nouveau riche
think imperialistically.

The upstart Irish have
colonized minds, they
have become, that, which,
the revolutionaries despised!

ILL  Legal Immigrants

A lot of these supposedly
Illegal Immigrants are not
Well in health, body or mind.

Do any of you recall our own
History of the coffin ships,
The Irish death by destination.

ILL legal  immigrants from the
Famine trying to make it to
America but died en route.

We as a nation have no rights
To criticize oppose or stop
Those who seek refuge here.

All those who cast stones
Are the ones who are greedy
Mean and not prepared to share.

Look at yourselves and your
Miserable pathetic little lives
You mini minded parochial’s.

Fred Flintstone
           Versus
        Cinder-Ella

Israel said they “could”
Bomb Lebanon back
To the Stone Age.

Iran said they “will” make
Israel look like the remains
Of a charred coal barbecue.

There were no linesmen,
nobody to raise a flag
and call for off side.

There were no referees
to blow the whistle when
fouls were being committed.

There were no penalties, yet
frees were the prerogative
of those who made the rules.

There were no period breaks
or aggregate because it was
never home and away, just away.

There were no ticket collectors
because the spectators were
issued with lifetime entry passes.

There were never draws, replays
or cancellations and the visiting
side, always, without fail, won.

There were never commentaries
for the defending sides, because
they were playing against superiors.

But all that changed when one
local team changed tactics back
in 1962, and they beat The Empire.


Ps

Last verse references, Algeria
versus France liberation war.

Behind Closed Drawers


I have always suspected that

cutlery can be both devious

and conniving. Our kitchen

table has a drawer and each

time I open it, it seems to me

that nothing is as it should be.


They just don’t stay in their own

allocated spaces. I know for a

fact that one of the knives has

been trying to butter up the old

ladle, whom I think is beyond all

that sort of thing now. Another

one was looking for a fork on the

table; would you believe it?


But, imagine sPATula asking

the lemon squeezer for a twist

and even before he got a reply,

he whisked her away into a dark

corner and tried to skewer her.


Peeler was in on it, it was he who

removed her outer covering and,

only for Masher hearing her

scream, who knows what would

have happened. There is an old

wives tale, keep your tongs as

close together as possible when

in crowded areas with strangers.


The scissors sisters say it also,

because they had a close brush.

Nobody ever touches or even

goes near Ally Grater, same for

chopsticks. Sure would you look at

them; they are seriously anorexic.


One has to wonder about stopper

and bottle *****, they are always

there side by side but never touch,

I think their relationship is platonic.


With all the goings on, is it any

wonder, when the spoon got an

opportunity to elope, off he went,

with, what everyone agrees, was a

stunner, she was an absolute dish.

In minds of a Jew,
the hollow cost of
life, is In Palestine.

History has given
you a bad name,
now we know why.

Just as ink is the
DNA of a pen, dry
nibs have stories too.

Blood of Gaza may
evaporate in sun, but
stains the conscience.

Hebrew-ing hatred has
fermented another vat
of vinegar, for the world.

Apology For Ire-land

Economic migrants asylum seekers refugee
There are far better places you could be
The weather here is *****
Our cuisine’s not worth the bite
And it’s xenophobic bigot racists you will see

8 soldiers have died on The Sabbath
Because Hamas can hide like the rabbit
From underground in their burrows
Where there’s tunnels like furrows
They sent the ***** on their bikes in a habit