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

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 ‘’