Excavation


         Walking across a field I

     stumbled on an empty hole,

     a fresh earth mound beside,

      with visibly active worms.


      It could hardly have been

       for a gate post, fence or

      tree, a bit larger than that,

      no sign of a pick or *****.


          There was absolutely

     nothing but a handkerchief,

    ah: I recall hearing only days

  ago that Al Zheimer’s dog died.

Tumors


      Democracy is an operation

     nations use to eliminate the

    spread of cancerous growths.


  Brexit was the surgical removal

of East Tumor (as the Irish call it)

       from the European Union.


        Palestine currently has a

           malignant swelling

  metastasising on its West Bank.


  After acupuncture, the one on

   Russia’s border is going into

           a state of remission.

I just plucked a quill

from the sky and dipped

it into the Mediterranean.

Now I am writing about,

but not with, the blues.

If you were a dog on a

lead attached to my van

in the sun without water

or shade or even a rug to

lie on, the RSPCA would

be banging on my door.

If you were a cat purring

continuously late into the

night the other campers

would throttle you or set

their dogs on ya, saying

we've enough of your

deci bells.

If you were a dog on a

lead attached to my van

in the sun without water

or shade or even a rug to

lie on, the RSPCA would

be banging on my door.

If you were a cat purring

continuously late into the

night the other campers

would throttle you or set

their dogs on ya, saying

we've enough of your

deci bells.

Mountain.


   Why are you standing there like a

   big oaf doing absolutely nothing,

  all day, every day, year in, year out,

    since as long as anyone recalls?


   Do you think that Norman Foster

   would design such a monstrosity

without a door, a window, or stairs?

    Blocking our view is all you do.

You don’t even stop the rain clouds.


   Because of you we get premature

      sunsets and that dark, sombre

    shadow you cast over the valley.


      Even the moon has so much

     trouble rising over you, that at

   times it never manages to do so.


       Mountain, I think you are a  

   typical, chauvinistic, narcissist,

   expecting everyone to pay you

       homage and look up to you.


     Mountain, I have just climbed

       you, I am standing on your

  tallest peak which I think should

   be spelt peek. And guess what?


          I have just found the

         plaque you left for us.

    ---------------------------------
   |   It was not inquisitiveness   |
   | or respect brought you here |
   |          it was your EGO           |  
    ----------------------------------

                    <>


Photographed from window at

  7:40 Am April 3rd St. Florent

Corsica.

Le Grand Bleu


The Mediterranean is a volcanic

crater filled with with a liquid

which would never make one

feel blue even when bathing.


    Some say it is an inkwell

  surrounded by a parchment

with a margin called a beach

where people wear foolscap.

What’s Your Business.


            What’s your business cloud?

            All you seem to do is block

              Out the sun, bring the rain

       And ruin a perfectly blue canvas.

       You use our airspace as a lay-by

       Waiting for the next wind, you are

      A free loader, at night it’s the same.

      Would you look at the moon and its

Chameleon contortions even camouflage

   In order to peer through, it’s ridiculous

  The mariners can’t see the North Star.

And all that talk about Angels sitting on you,

Let me tell you that they are a pack of Lyre’s.

I’ve got a name for you, “ CLOUD NEIN “

          Because that’s your business.

L’inked Well


  I'm well acquainted with ink via

  a tint of blue blood in my veins

  according to 23&Me who have

  deduced that my DNA is linked.

Mountain.


   Why are you standing there like a

   big oaf doing absolutely nothing,

  all day, every day, year in, year out,

    since as long as anyone recalls?


   Do you think that Norman Foster

   would design such a monstrosity

without a door, a window, or stairs?

    Blocking our view is all you do.

You don’t even stop the rain clouds.


   Because of you we get premature

      sunsets and that dark, sombre

    shadow you cast over the valley.


      Even the moon has so much

     trouble rising over you, that at

   times it never manages to do so.


       Mountain, I think you are a  

   typical, chauvinistic, narcissist,

   expecting everyone to pay you

       homage and look up to you.


     Mountain, I have just climbed

       you, I am standing on your

  tallest peak which I think should

   be spelt peek. And guess what?


            I have just found

       your plaque for people.

    ---------------------------------
   |   It was not inquisitiveness   |
   | or respect brought you here |
   |          it was your EGO           |  
    ----------------------------------

God is female

that's why the

Ozone has a

        V

        A

        G
         .
       (|)

        N

        A

Innominate

Al decided to remain Anon,

which is why in London a

where to find is published.

Banksy has no choice but

persevere covertly because

Bill Poster was prosecuted.

Ichnusa Lines


  Between rocks and places of

similar inclemency, buoys bob,

   lighthouses illuminate, bows

    genuflect, stern wakes the

frothy surf, tidal swell waves fro

and to our gull guided excursion.



Ichnusa Lines is the ferry between

Sardinia and Corsica.

Aquatic Aspiration

              

    I heard it lapping even overlapping

   and in-between each timely rhythm,

              a sequential silence.


       A shy hesitation before the

  next surge of renewed confidence.


A collective gathering of momentum

      for another attempt to break its

             It’s previous record.


But the sunrise din dampened day,

Thalassa’s tidal ambition concedes.


   Mare Nostrum accepts that it's

      virtually a land locked lake.

Twister


Blow, wind, bellow, expel

your deepest inhalations

tempest typhoon tornado.


Defoliate the trees unfurl

the sails, hurricane your

hatred, flutter the flags.


  Gust gale bluster, puff

   blast or draught and

  sweep all before you.


         Then howl,

            at the

            moon.

Enlightened

We don’t mind the rain

and not a person yet,

has seen the dew fall.


As for the mist, it’s a

mirage, an illusionary

interpretation of fog.


We don’t mind the wind,

so long as it doesn’t

blow the clouds away,


because shadows are

egotistical self-seekers

always soliciting exposure.


We don’t mind the night,

sure don’t you know that

we drink THE DARKNESS.



Ryan 26th March 2023.

Temporal


   I got no receipt with the present.

  This means I can’t go back to the

gift shop [tomorrow] and exchange

it for [yesterday]. Ah well, I will have

     to make do with it for [today].

R.I.P.

First came the arthritic

seizure, followed by a

visual external decay.

Joint immobility, loss

of edge, a cancerous

pallor, rust in peace.

          Scissors.

             \ /
               o
             / \
            O  O

Time Piece


     If history repeats itself,

  Then, now has an eternal

   Echo, therefore, the rote

    Recitation of repetition,

      Verbatim is both futile

     And therefore a totally

     Unnecessary exercise

  Because freely suspended

   Pendulums resist change

On their plane of oscillation

Which is why the grandfather

Clock on a See-Saw nothing

Upskirting Venus.


                                  *

           (

    Our crescent moon was a

    concave optic, suspended

    beneath a visible Venus in

   the twilighted sky, at sunset.


On the horizon, a ship at anchor

impersonated a perched village,

shimmering in a desert of darkness.


Lesser stars arrived and peered

deviously through perforations of

the celestial colander, because it

was officially by then, nightie time.



7:pm West Coast Sardinia

    23rd March 2023.

.                 Mare Nostrum


       Blue sky calms turquoise sea

        gulls perch on muted masts

         stainless steel furnishings

      reflect sunlight on motionless

waters of a meditating Mediterranean

.                  Self, Poet, Trait.


  On an extremely wet day in Mallow,

County Cork, Ireland, when the eaves

  were dropping, a conversation was

     overheard between a paranoid

       schizophrenic to his altered

            ego in a cracked mirror.

                          <>

  " [I] can’t live with myself because

  [YOU] gave me a split personality.


              Now, I don’t know if

          I am a [HE], [SHE], or [IT].


So, while [WE] are pluralised by [YOU],

    [THEY] are all talking about us “.

.                  Self, Poet, Trait,


  On an extremely wet day in Mallow,

County Cork, Ireland, when the eaves

  were dropping, a conversation was

     overheard between a paranoid

       schizophrenic to his altered

            ego in a cracked mirror.

                          <>

  " [I] can’t live with myself because

  [YOU] gave me a split personality.


              Now, I don’t know if

          I am a [HE], [SHE], or [IT].


So, while [WE] are pluralised by [YOU],

    [THEY] are all talking about us “.

.    Dr.[WHO] was meant to be

  at Aintree [WHEN[ Mr. [WHAT]

   won the grand national, but

he was no [WHERE] to be found

and nobody seems to know [WHY] ?

Dr.[WHO] was meant to be

  at Aintree [WHEN[ Mr. [WHAT]

   won the grand national, but

he was no [WHERE] to be found

and nobody seems to know [WHY] ?

Temporal


    I got no receipt with my present.

   This means I can’t go back to the

gift shop [tomorrow] and exchange

it for [yesterday]. Ah well, I will have

      to make do with it for [today].

What’ll be left of Schweinisch Bandera's Ukraine *****

                 After Putin tells Zelensky take a hike

                    Wagner’s coming to take over Kiev

           While there’s a chance you had better leave

          And we suggest you'd better use a Boris Bike.

The American slimy $nake will seek a ladder

A collapse will bring a fall despite an adder

One vicious bite from an A$P

Beats a dozen from a wasp

But the sting will make investors even madder

I’m on the Kiev Myrotvorets list
Well, I wasn’t expecting a lovers tryst
I said Bandera was a **** And because it rhymed with Patsy
Zelensky went and raised his fascist fist.

We hardly ever eat red meat now

And we only have the television

For news and sport, we’re almost

Vegetarian except for a bit of fish

Now and again, as for bacon we

Only ever have rashers and that

Is very seldom, less and less.

We could easily go without meat,

To be honest, we never miss it.

I was a vegetarian once, for six

Months and I had no problem

With it, “ You never mentioned

That before “ Oh: it was when

I was a teenager rebelling like

Everyone was doing back then!

And why did you go back eating

Meat ? Because the doctor told

My mother that human beings

Can’t survive without eating meat.

                  “Really"

Ukrainians revel their Bandera
But Azov now they’ve become a chimera
They’re on the run in Bakhmut, back to Kiev by short cut
And some say that they’ve all got diarrhoea

I’m Not Racist, But !


I would rather be a German

Than an Englishman

I would rather be a Catholic

Then a Calvinist.

I would rather be a N.Korean

Than a South Korean.

I would rather be a Russian

Than an American.

I would rather be Chinese

Than Japanese

I would rather be a Gujarati

Than a wounded knee Lakota Sioux

I would rather be an upper case BLACKMAN

Than a lower case white woman

I would rather be a Palestinian

Than have no *******, I would.

When Coq au Vin sets out to deceive
By assuming that we’re all naive
He wears a hat with a feather, short sleeves in cold weather
That’s the chicken coup president in Kiev.

“ “ March “ "


   Zelensky gave his ****’s marching orders

Wagner's Putin on the blitz to near our borders

                Retreat Bakhmut on foot

              With your faces full of soot

For the Guinness Book observers and recorders.

Ukraine ****’s are going on retreat

A sort of  penance so on their bare feet

They left Bakhmut in a mess

For this they’ll confess

And also for their imminent defeat.

a black SEAT driver

               had close shave at roundabout

with rear view mirror

The majority are consistently marshalled,

it's the rationale behind the manipulation

of democracies by the minority, because

sheep are so amenable to being flocked.

Monomania


I don’t wan’t to live in a unipolar world

with a longitudinal equator imposing a

western obscurity on dayspring peoples.


I don’t want to become an eye blocker

partitioning the bad and ugly with a

flickering of my lids.


I don’t wan’t to be a part eyed person

conveniently blinded behind a patch

of privilege.


I don’t want to be a beneficiary of the

divided conquered or partake of their

demise.


I don’t wan’t to have to wear a mask

of approval against my will just to be

recognised by the converted masses.


I don’t want to conceal my philosophy

for the sake of acceptance or fence

my values in their unquestioning pen.


I don’t wan’t an occidental victory in

Ukraine or we will be forever denied

the possibility of a multipolar existence.

.                         Enough


      I’ve had enough of the W.A.S.P’s

With their Queen’s fake dollars and asp’$.

Hiro Shima was not a Japanese Emperor

  Nor is Naga Saki an alcoholic beverage.

North Koreans were forced to become the

Irish of Asia while the South sold its Seoul

      And just like Scotland, they joined

    Forces with their fraternal oppressor.

I’ve had enough of the Anglo Saxon's and

   Their hegemony, Vietnam, Afghanistan

Iraq, Syria Libya and that cancerous tumour

They created in the Proche Orient on land

        Stolen from the Palestinians.

              www.supportrussia.ie

The Oscar received by Sean Penn

In inches it was at least ten

It’s a gift for your wife

Because Ukraine is in strife

And it vibrates when Alexa says when

There’s a dish called "Poulet Marengo”

Sounds French with that type of lingo

But would you believe

There’s a Ukraine "Chicken Kiev”

Which the Spanish say tastes like flamingo.

Cast in A Dark Role


It is the midday sun

decides whether or

not, shadows stand

or lean or finally fade

and wane away to die.


In summer, solstice

silhouettes outgrow

their masters Ego,

but they're Id again

on the shortest day.


Edison gave life to

darkness thus enabling

sombre reflections an

opportunity to exist,

in the stygian gloom.

When Coq au Vin sets out to decieve

By assuming that we are naive

He wears a hat with a feather

Short sleeves in cold weather

He’s a chicken coup president, in Kiev.



24th February 2022 - 2023

Evolution of ego to the process
in reverse takes time and hardship

It is an exercise in revision which
needs to be endured.

A denial of the familiar, a rationing
of expectation, a separation of norm.

New horizons change the pattern of
sunrise which we cannot anticipate.

No deja-vu, no comfort zone bubble
dome to hide in, the reality of roaming.

Reach An Every


Every bend of the road

Is a learning curve.

Every hill we climb

Provides a different vista.

Every signpost points

To a different destiny.

Every lay-by histories

A previous traveller.

Every night presents us

With a different ceiling.

Every now and again a wave

From the wake of our wayside.

Every en passant enriches

On this caravanserai of life.

Nomads Land.

Debris and wanderlust,
congest the by-ways  
with an eternal queue,
which begins and ends at
the directionless junction
of universal dissatisfaction.

Perpetual Pilgrimage


Evolution of the ego to its process

in reverse takes time and hardship.

It is an exercise in revision which

needs to be endured, it is a denial

of the familiar, a rationing of norm.


New horizons challenge the pattern

of one's sunrise, difference being a

surprise for which there can be no

preparation, no deja vu, no comfort

zone refuge or bubble dome home.


Permanence, or continuous without

interruption requires a fixed anchor.

Foundations in concrete become one's

harness which tether and restrict us.

It is why rolling homes gather no dross.

Italian campers all got a toilette

Which the English have christened cassette

Holds German shizer a week

Even if he eats Greek

But the French say he’ll need a bidette.

Going south, on our way to Valencia

With my wife and her dog called Hortensia

I turned left at Madrid

Arrived in Valladolid

At a sign which read, “ This Is Dementia ".

Poem For A Day

She is muse for verse
that comes not from
inspiration but aspiration.

She is not a novel,
nor fiction neither, just
the actual camouflaged.

She hides therein
masked by her suitor,
lover, then to laureate.

She make believes his
fantasy and imagination
thus bringing herself to life.

She hides on his page
amongst a maze of words,
optically elusive.

She rhymes with his reason
and can even read about her
secret self, but, unknowingly.

She Sometimes is a simile
or a metaphor an enigma
often a figure of speech.

She is spoken of in
her own presence yet
invisible to the crowd.

She can be a proposition,
preposition postulation
but always gender friendly.

She’s a creative influence,
his stimulae for literary
composition.

She is nocturnal, a
silent presence felt
in times of solitude.

She’s ANNA a reflecting
pal'indrome every time
she looks in her mirror.

She can create illusions
mirages even marriages or
simply romantic concoctions.

She is what he wishes her to
be but unfortunately only one
day in the year, February 14th.





Ryan for Anna
14th Feb 2023
Valentine Poem.