One of these mornings
There will be a news
Flash ‘’An Earthquake
In Hell-Aviv, Satan is
Dead’’ that’s when God
Will officially announce

        End Of Evil

Window box planter

germinating Jacks bean stalk

coil spring on the way

My first ever job when I
Left school was grave-
Digging, it was evident
Back then (not to me)
That I had hallmarks and
Potential of a ne’er do well.

New graves are a *******.

My first was in ****** stoney
Ground in a place called
Bweeng. Pick and shovel,
Turn the sod, save the topsoil.

Down past the clay and into
The shingle, all the time
Drinking large bottles of
Guinness, the ones with the
Broad shoulders which will
Assist with the mundane,

En route to the Rock Bottom,
Which, for some, is 6ft under!

Without the C it could
Bring thunder and sure
If it is one of those lead
Laden cumulus stratus
Smoke stained cotton
Wool numbers, then it
Will be a symbiotic duet
Of strobe lightning with
The rolling of drums in
Sequential arrangements
And that will be followed
By an Irish downpour of
Biblical proportions which
Could last for 40 daynights.

It is all God’s fault,
giving Satan a pied
a terre in Hell Aviv.

But even worse than
that is his blessing
of the United Snakes.

Many were banished
by St Patrick, the most
evil being genocide Joe.

Stop The Double U’s

To those who have been
spinning the yarns
To those who have been
rotating the roster
To those who have been
twisting their stories
To those who have been
Twirling their fingers
To those who have been
rolling the carpets
To those who have been
wheeling and dealing
To those who have been
turning the other cheek
It is time to pull on the
rein and Stop The World.

Ryan O'Leary
The Proscribed Poet


Ps
Together en mass we
can bring those who
are manipulating our
trajectory to a halt. I
am calling on you all,
spread this like slurry
on the streets because
we can stop www.stop
GazaUkraine@wars.ie


Pass on to Genocide Joe
Putin on the blitz for the
Hell-Aviv Holocausters

Nature Question

What does the Wolf
In Sheep’s clothing
Do when the weather
Is extremely warm?

He sweats like a pig.

Then he wonders how
Foxes manage, when
Cooped up in airless
Fowl houses, waiting-

For chickens to roost!

Les Blues allez
vert et  puis noir.

     French Open

It is an infected wound
Going gangrenous and
In need of amputation.

Because yesterday man
Said all our troubles seemed
So far away, or is it a quote
By Paul McCartney? Not sure.

Osho believed that tomorrow
Never came, yet, ABBA thinks
    Nowing Me, Nowing You
     Is the best we can do.

Does that answer the question!

I just met a girl she’s called Liz
Doing philosophy in Cork from Cadiz
She rhymes Latin in hum
As in cogito ergo sum
Means I think, so therefore, I Izz

When I’m antagonized
I write in red on the
white chevron between
black and green using
metaphors or similes
to convey my horror.

But, onomatopoeia* is by
far the most censored
way to describe the
Holocaust of Palestinians
by those "Vowel Dews"

Most people only believe what
their senses experience first
hand which is why the god lark
only works for the idiocracy.

This app(lies) to all tall stories
told by the Pinocchio people,
but, nobody can deny the Jewish
Holocaust of Palestinians in Gaza.

I had a phone call yesterday,
It said God, on what’s apparition.

Hello God ( s i l e n c e )
Hello, are you there God?

Must have been a *** dial. I
Just checked, I’m in a 5G zone.

I am curious though, I wonder
Which one of them it was?

In a leaked memo
It has been disclosed
That nobody has ever
Been assassinated in
Hell, not even ******!
A rumour circulating
In Heaven that a hit
Man is being sent by
Irish TD Thomas Gould
To blow the head off
Benjamin Netanyahu
The minute he crosses
The threshold of Hell.

Winds think they have
Won when yachts lower
Their sails or when socks
Sag or when weather vanes
Stand still or when eagles
Land or when clouds pause
Or when the barley stops
Shaking or when it’s deemed
unnecessary to wet ones finger
Or when white kites fall.

But embers require no fanning
For smoke to signal the rising
Of a seriously wounded Phoenix!

If I stop mid sentence
Without a punctuation
Mark take no heed of
My apparent error as
It may just be my ADS
Or my use of pause as
Procrastination while
I dyslexicate what is
Undoubtedly confusing
Me at this very minute
Because I am autisticly
Artistically alcoholicly
Amnesiacly all over the
Place at the best of time

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.

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

I'm A Refusée

Despite being here
as a ward of state,
protected by the
constitution, you
have become judge
and jury deciding
to get rid of me,
without hearing my
pleas or argument.

Too many people,
you say, Ireland is
full, I’m not wanted,
nor, needed here.
I am superfluous.

“Go back to where
you came from, you
are only interested
in the generosity of
our states allowances”

Returning is not an
option, but I can see
how the country has
changed and that the
Cead Mile Failte is no
longer applicable for
those of us who arrive
naked and unexpected.

I’m here because of a
circumstance that was
totally out of my control.

I was not the one who
forgot to take the pill or
refuse to wear a ******.


                    <>

For Gavin Pepper the racist
bigoted xenophobic Dublin
City councillor who should
be taken with a pinch of salt.

Eroded Headstones.

No, and not unknowns,
simply unidentifiable.
Only soldiers wear dog
  tags in times of war!

Wish Upon A Star

Oh Israel, you are,
Wart of the world.

You blemish the
Face of our earth.

A congregation
Of corruption, a
Bile to be lanced.

An evil, such as a
Sentence in need
Of rédaction.

Not censored, but
Exorcised from our
Minds, eradicated,
dispersed or diluted.

Sin of the Universe.

Attach you to one of
Kim Jong-Un’s ballons.

Solar escape goat, first
Bag of faeces in space.

Would You Believe It

I spent most of my childhood
in the falsehood of truancy
I spent my teens avoiding
all social participation
I spent my early manhood
in dark smokey pubs
I spent all of my money
acquiring substance addictions
I spent much of my time in a
state of permanent loneliness
I spent months and months
in psychiatric hospitals
I spent times among you hiding
my depths of depression
I spend many of my waking hours
contemplating how to suicide.

Riot
Words
Written

In red ink
Water blasted
By cannon
Washed into
Storm water
Drains and
Then to the
Sea where
Ebbing waves
Make spring
Tides tsunami
An Al Aqsa Flood!

.         Because yesterday man
     Said all our troubles seemed
      So far away, or is it a quote
   By Paul McCartney? Not sure.

    Whitaker believed that a new
world in the morning never comes.
    yet ABBA thinks Nowing Me,
Nowing You Is the best we can do.

   Does that answer your question?

The Devil made Las Vegas,
England, Prada, Israel and
with the leftovers he made
Wales and Scotland which
became the trident nations
otherwise known as Britain.

I am the one in 1st
Person Plural
I am grammatically
Compromised
I have a tendency to
Mix with my tenses
I have a committee in
The head
I found us the perfect
Antidote
I medicated without a
Diagnosis
I over prescribed myself
Habitually
I frequently blacked
Out
I eventually became
Immune
I was forced to change
The treatment
I had to listen to the
Do Sages
We never knew there were
Worse things than drying,
Out.

I could have been an under study,

or worse, and under dog, or what

about being under the weather, or

Under Milk Wood, or in Co. Sligo

Under Ben Bulben with W.B.Yeats,

or Under The Board Walk, down by

the sea, in southern Norway dining,

with sharks, from The Underworld!



Ps.

Under, is a submersed restaurant in

Norway. Google It.

.   You cannot anchor a nation

     and prevent them ebbing or

   flowing from haven to harbour


You cannot silence their fog horns.


You cannot quench their furnace

embers, or harness winds, which

    semaphore their existence.


                            🇵🇸

Significant rise in *******

transplants across Europe.


Donors are being offered

generous sums of Shekels.


Some countries are advising

nationals against accepting.


The Israeli government are

now saying it is anti-semitic.

.       What Would Heaney Say?

                           🇵🇸
                            
        I say, say, because if he was

      there witnessing this Holocaust

     in dust, his nib would be clogged,

       just as tears welled up behind

                 dammed eyelids,

            (permanently blinked)

   So how could he write, even, if the

   pen’s ink was flowing through one

        of his metaphorical arteries,

                        severed!

.           At The Tattooist


     How much would the flag

      of Palestine cost to me?


  " Who would charge a child

     to fly her kite in the wind,

  or whom, in their right minds

    would think to tax the tides,

    and why expect a fee from

      a river to flow to the sea "


   A gift sir, it was my pleasure

to witness you share their pain.

If I was to write a note about pain,

should it be loud or muted, in upper

or lower case and which colour ink.


Should it have a ps composed by

by a pp and should it mention AA

the higher power or Echart Tolle.


What about voices or committees in

the head or speaking to Jo, on anon

at The Samaritans after midnight.


Should I mention Virginia Woolf's

words on the station platform in

The Hours (before the train came).


Should I take a leaf out of the book

by Michael Cunningham, find a high

window and become a deciduous

                                                      ­                
                                                                ­    





                                                           ­  poet.

With guitar chords D, A & G & C
Capo Fret 2.


      There’s no an-gel-us      D

        or no bel-fry’s, any-       A

                 more                    G

    There’s no call to prayer   D

  there’s no min-ar-ets, just   A

                  gore                    G

And you're (rescent moons  C

             have sirens              G

And you're (rescent moons   C

             have sirens              G

         A tsunami tide of          D

      a genocide on your         A

                 shore                   G

        A tsunami tide of           D

      a genocide on your         A

                shore                    G

And you're (rescent moons C

            have sirens               G

And you're (rescent moons   C

           have sirens                G

       No place to hide             D

there’s no inside, there’s       A

             no door                     G

And you're (rescent moons   C

           have sirens                 G

And you're (rescent moons   C

          have sirens                 G

  Somewhere in the din        D

   you’re next of kin is           A

            crying                       G

   Beneath the ruins              D

  you’re only child is              A

             lying                         G

And you're (rescent moons    C

        have sirens                   G

And you're (rescent moons   C

       have sirens                    G

While the world looked on     D

and saw no wrong, you were A

            dying                         G

While the world looked on      D

and saw no wrong you were  A

            dying                          G

And you're (rescent moons   C

          went silent                  G

And you're (rescent moons   C

         went silent                   G

            (fading)

And you're (rescent moons   C

          went silent                 G

And you're (rescent moons   C

         went silent.                  G


Ps

Song for Gaza
Crescent moons are on Ambulances in Gaza.
Hence the reference to Sirens

There is no way out for them now,

their goose is cooked, decoy duck

       has lost her Straight Suzy

        and clay pigeon can’t fly.


  Their sheep have been sheared,

   no more wool pulling over eyes.

         Boy shepherd is asleep,

             nobody to cry wolf.


     Outfoxed they were, dazzled

     rabbits in middle of the road,

  blinded and confused by the tiny

           Sunbird of Palestine.

3 word poem
            
for a 2 state
    solution
        
with 1 capital


jew rue Islam
               ^

'A ‘P ‘O ’S ’T ‘R ‘O ‘P ‘H ‘E ’S'

On the pavement just outside Izz,
a green letterbox stands in Irish
     solidarity with Palestine.
It is from here I write to you.
I’m worried because the mail
       keeps coming back.
The last one had a red alert.
‘’ Sorry, Mahmoud’s house is
   no longer at this address ‘’

Why do you write ?

Firstly let me advise
The reader that it was
Not I posed the
Enquiry but i will
Endeavour to answer.
Let me begin by asking
You to visualise the
Question mark in the
Inverse and imagine it
Is a hook at the end of
A sentence and you are
A fish, the poem is bait.

It is common knowledge
That Adolf heeded none
Of his generals suggestions.
Apparently, Goebbels told
Him to copyright Holocaust!
But no, this is why The Chosen
People are plagiarizing it in Gaza.

((((((((((((((   ))))))))))))

Cellphones have given

  schizophrenics the

       perfect alibi.

Influencers

Poets are the ones
with short fuses.
It is they give us
the munitions to
detonate those that
antagonize is.
They graffiti every
letter on a brick,
then they incite us
to dismantle the wall.

My name is Van
and yes, I am in
Transit with my
Partner who is
a professional
Boxer, she has
a Combo friend
living in Bedford
with a lemon
grower, who oddly
enough is called
Citroen. He & Dyna
make up a ménage
a trois, she is a
very well known
Sprinter and easy
pick up, any M.A.N
is fair game, she
would love to be a
Lorry-ette, but alas;
she doesn’t have
a poetic license !

.              Interpreting Perspectives


   “ The only path the peace is political "

If so, why is the only path to politics, war?

Here we are at the old wives tale junction!

       “ Two wrongs don’t make a right “

       Ok then, let us look at an analogy!

    Imagine there are two cigarette lighters,

     one has no gas and the other no flint.

      Time for some lateral thinking here.

    What if, one presses the BIC pedal of

the one with gas and flints with the other.

     Viola eureka, primitive man make fire.

       Without the IRA there would be no

               Good Friday Agreement.

     Without Hamas, there would be no

      recognition of a Palestinian state,

  the world would have remained silent.

          Let’s face it, Violence Worked.

             Two wrongs make a light.

.           S         I           N


       Spain Ireland Norway

        you have committed

       a grievous sin, worse

       than the Inquisition or

      Holocaust, and Ireland!

      you should have known

     better after your years of

   torment and subjugation by

   English Scottish and Welsh

       Britishly brutalising you.

     Palestinian recognition is

     Anti-Semitism most high,

  it was hate speech amplified.

  This is no way to treat God’s

chosen people, we are victims,

  of Allah and all Arabs are evil.

.             Interpreting Perspectives


   “ The only path to peace is political "

If so, why is the only path to politics, war?

Here we are at the old wives tale junction!

       “ Two wrongs don’t make a right “

       Ok then, let us look at an analogy!

    Imagine there are two cigarette lighters,

     one has no gas and the other no flint.

      Time for some lateral thinking here.

    What if, one presses the BIC pedal of

the one with gas and flints with the other.

     Viola eureka, primitive man make fire.

       Without the IRA there would be no

               Good Friday Agreement.

     Without Hamas, there would be no

      recognition of a Palestinian state,

  the world would have remained silent.

          Let’s face it, Violence Worked.

             Two wrongs make a light.

.        Pen Pal

Palestine is a nib

that dips into the

red sea, her poets

write in blood of

the motherland.

       \     /
         \˚/
          \/

.         Oh but for a wick,

            a wet nib, a quill

         and the will to write

          that which needs

                to be said.

       But alas, our schools

       of thought are being

        hedged, yet again.

         When freedom is

       forced to hibernate,

    when liberty becomes

      nocturnal, when self

      censorship is a state

   legislation, this is when

creativity becomes coded

contraband then it mutates

into subversive metaphor.

.           Douze Points

At this years international
wrong contest, - - - - - - has
won it yet again, with every
   country, excluding (USA
France and Britain) giving
   the maximum 12 points.
   All of The Hague judges
  were unanimous in their
    decision, that, - - - - are,
      without a doubt, the
   worlds most evil people.

'A ‘P ‘O ’S ’T ‘R ‘O ‘P ‘H ‘E ’S '

In Cork there's a cafe called Izz

I’ve been there and it is the biz

  Where’s that place like a nib?

      With red ink, just ad lib

  But Israel is not in this quiz!