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!

My name is not Joe, but Jew Biden

    I’ve just blown a Tyre up by Sidon

         I was keeping the Sabbath

              and wearing the habit

because I felt as though I was being spied on.

Is it a coincidence

that there are D's

            in

‘evil and 'israeli

     but none in

   vile Levi lives.

Her name it was FLODA, but, Hitlist

A pseudonym, but you'll get the gist

She said Geddon was Arma

So she in-vented Karma

Retrospective for those that were missed.

There is neither a roster or
Rooster nor a punctuation
Mark to separate darkness
From light nor a paragraph
Change midway in the day
There are no hyphens nor
Full stops to tell us it’s over
Because this is not a normal
Sentence one might expect
To find on a page in a book
It is Gaza the other Alcatraz

.                  Rafah


         There is no water

       to replace our tears,

        so we dare not cry.

         Skies of dust and

         smoke make rain

        clouds superfluous.

       No call to prayer no

        angelus knells, no

       minarets nor belfries.

        There is no silence

        between the noise,

     our sunlight is diluted.

    There are no voices of

     children no fragrance

   of roses or dins of bees.

   There are leaflets falling

  with foreboding messages

     of our impending doom.

.               Cloud


      It was loud initially,

    then, a pall, a shroud

  and a mantle, appeared.


     The worlds first sky

      tapestry displayed

   by artist Oppenheimer.


      But guess what?

     Since 1945, not all

clouds have a silver lining!

Zionists are the epitome of
Evil

And Tel Aviv is second
Home to the Devil

They own Purgatory as well

Which is right next to Hell

Because they are parasites
Just like the grain Weevil

Mog A Dish, You!


It’s Famine time again

not as frequent as the

World Cup but it does

move venues and the

spectator TV ratings

go up. Unfortunately,

when Ireland hosted

it there was no cover

even if there was the

UK English promotors

would not have given

Sky™ viewing permits.

This year it is in Gaza

managed by the Jews

the blinded ones who

lost sight of history, but

not only that, they put

their dentures under

pillows for tooth fairy’s.

.    Lindsey Graham

is the voice of America

       Joe Biden

is the mind of America

         Zionism

is the heart of America

          Satan

is the soul of America.

         Money

is the God of America.

I hear voices in my mind.

                NO

  it is not schizophrenia,

   the committee in my

    head have manners

   and never contradict

     or intervene when

    I'm being talking to.

.    Star Grazing

Not a blade of grass
nor a bale of hay nor
water from a trough
to drink and on this
day an *** did stray
but the Israeli snipers
evil eyes don’t blink!

I wonder how many
people read my poem
about Zsa Zsa Gabor
realised that my use
of Green Acres as a
metaphor was for
Palestinian Olive Oil.

The ratio is similar
and everyone just
gazes, at Gaza, but
nobody wants to
throw it an umbilical.

.  if every letter was a rock,

      low case, light enough

   for a child to throw, then,

  should i, the poet, be held

   responsible for words of

   epitaphs on headstones

 and flagstones in palestine

                      ?

.    Because You Cannot



  You can silence our voices

   You can quench our fires
  
     You can seal our wells

   You can darken our days

  You can shorten our nights

  You can burn our libraries.

    You can knock our walls.

                   But!

    On every brick, in every

    Mound, a word is written,

     and one day, a Jig-Saw

     of Masonry Lego will be

Assembled, then, everything

Which wasn’t audible is going

    To be touched and seen

    And heard, repetitiously,

      Because You Cannot,

       (((((mute an echo))))




Ps

Poem for Palestine.

I may never get a chance
to escape my cage, but
life here in the kitchen is
a fate worse than death,
was what this glorious
songbird thought, until
one day she was lifted
off her hook and became
known as, The Miner Bird!

.          Stalactite State


       Ultimately, all icicles

        evaporate tearfully,

        or fall from greedy

     over accumulation on

     their outgrown selves.


    Hezbollah are chipping

     away at the ceiling of

   your cave while Hamas

     are internally rocking

     your mere existence.


Israel, you are a stalactite

   state, just waiting to slip

  into the Red Sea where

  you will be dissolved with

a little help, from the Houthi.

Smoke rises

greets the breeze

              follows directions

of banners.


           Semaphore signals

for the blind and deaf,

         downwind inhalations

reek of effluvium.

.     Some fell by the wayside,

      many uttered upon thorns.


      Others, too self censored,

       withered away in silence.


  Olde dogs for vociferous roads,

hushed puppies, for the boreens!

.    I punched in LIMERICK on

         on my G.P.S. but it was

                    A L E X A

            responded with this.


                          <>


Well then, how does it feel to be lost?

we’re aware you’re as deaf as a post

       your destination’s Knocklong

       but we know you’ll go wrong

  it's why I’m in Sat Nav as Co-Host.




Ps.


For those not in the know
Knocklong is a village in
County Limerick Ireland.

I’ve Got Something To Think

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Ps

It is not a Haiku

Observations

Misandry women
take pleasure in
saying that their
dogs dislike men.

Whereas, canines
reared by males,
are open minded.

This goes to prove,
that when you meet
a female who’s dog
is gender selective,

you can be assured,
that the animal is (1)
likely to be same
*** as owner and (2)
that it has adopted her
traits characteristics
and general hatreds.

Misandry women are
unaware, that by
telling you her dog
dislikes men, she has
just sent the "I'm a proper ****"
light flashing over her head!





Ps

Have any of you females ever
met a male who told you that
his dog doesn’t like women?

No!

I didn’t think so either.

Ps x 2

Pass on to a postman or woman!

Ps x 3

There are no male owned

Misogynist dogs!

Alexa, do you know Karen Jacobson?

She is the author of two books.

Alexa, can you drive a car?

That is not one of the things that I do.

Al-Aqsa, are you a Muslim?

People all have their own views on religion.




Ps.

Karen Jacobson is the GPS lady.

Dumb Eye Cons

Pre historic man scratched
emotional images on walls.

Braille punctuated them
Morse dashed them
Banksy added the colour.

But despite our evolution
Americanised airheads who
are unable to converse with
words, retort with Emojis.

Bet the majority don't even
know what the words means.

Ps.

If you need to check up, then
you are asa I dais, a thick ****.

since 1789

a frog can no longer

become Prince

since 1945 not all

clouds have

silver lining

since 1995 Oslo accord

               ?

Oppenheimer cloud

                  mushrooming over Israel

no silver lining.

God bought a dog from a home
he eats Lassie and loves Palindrome
the saints call him Bob
it's what he gets for the job
when servicing a ***** down in Rome

God Promised
Balfour Gifted
Oslo Shared
Hebrews Heisted
Hamas Halted

M.S.M.

Mind stream manipulation
doesn’t permit the opiated
masses accidental association,
or, any symbiotic referencing
in the Middle East conflict.

Therefore, American journalists
are instructed to say pro Palestinian,
rather, than anti Israeli, as the former
is less abrasive than the latter, hence,
the negative connotation of the P word.

There’s a cat on a gable end
Wall
She’s jumping but you’d think
It’s a fall
On the right’s a bedroom
By the bridge in Macroom
Where a Murphy just had it’s
Last call

Imagine, having gone to the trouble
of learning how to lip read, then,
standing stationary in The Louvre,

(Just as those devout Catholics did
by the village of Ballinspittle, Ireland,
waiting for the ****** Mary to move).

But, discovering, that not only had
sign language become a freedom
of expression victim under Macron’s
draconian laws, Venus de Milo’s pout
had been pursed as Mona Lisa's were sealed.

A word is a candle
A word is a wick
A word is a match
A word is a birthday
A word is a wish
A word is quenched
A word is smoldering
A word is an ember
A word is remembered
A word is a Phoenix

If one is not capable
Of loving
Then grief is an anagram
For some obscure word
Used in scrabble or in
A cryptic crossword about
Etymology

Latin: gravis grievance sad.

But if you had to look it up,
Then, you are a cold hearted
*******!

Even if they ****
The wells and bend
My nib and burn my
Vellum, I will recite
My mind and let the
Echoing winds blow
East from west and
Rest on the banks of
J  O  R  D  A  N

I’ve got a dog he’s called Hamas
He’s got ***** that would fit in a Jack ***
If he can’t find the loo’s
He will **** on the dews
When he’s hang gliding
Over Tiberias

Cross + Mahon

It is perched on a hill like
Calvary you are, thankfully
There are no Romans, even
Though we are in the EEC.

Sure they’d open a Pizza
Place given the chance
And Deliveroo would be
Out and about on bicycles.

A better destiny awaits you,
If only Buchailli Bowe got on
On his four legged friend
And sang a Roy Rogers song.

Ah, the sellers, but buyers
Are worse, especially that
D.A.F.T. ******* from Mallow
braking my saddle sore ****.

A lifetime wondering why
Colour blue provoked an
Unexplainable sensation.

When in New Zealand in
2891, a printer asked me
If I had Palindrome - itis?

Must be due to spelling
Navan backwards or it
May have been dyslexia.

It was she that alerted
Me to autistic affected
Relationships to colour.

Research has shown that
blue triggers a reaction to
Those with autistic dyslexia.

People are always asking
Me why it is that I moved
Back to Ireland from France?

I fail to understand how
Something that was can
Disappear without erosion
Rust or disintegration.

I am not referring to time,
It could be love happiness
respect or indeed anything
Which we took for granted.

The only constant in life is
Change, embrace difference.

Beggars on horseback,
gate lodgers gone beyond
their station, are these
born again, nouveau riche,
sans compassion, Irish.

Immigration expectation,
coffin ships and famine.

But oh; our amnesia, how
conveniently we cannot recall.

Thoughts and trends are
histories boomerangs, so, lest
it be forgotten, we pollinated
the entire world, we piggybacked
our imperial masters, we worker
bee’d on their ill gotten hives, it’s time
to share the honey, with our drones!

I wonder if poetry can
be recycled, would ink
re-constitute itself to be
born again, as it were.

I am going to select one
of my better pieces and
see if words of a vegan
could be reincarnated?

The Wright brothers flew,
Spruce Goose nearly did.
     Icarus went too far.
Alcock & Brown should
have been in Enola Gay.
   Hamas outdone them
all, descending from the
  Heavens Al-Aqsa force.

The day my nib clots
The day my paper is chased
The day my arm is amputated
The day darkness blinds me
The day illiteracy returns
This may be the day I will no
longer be able to siphon
immunisation from the well
and vaccinate my readers against
Main Street Media indoctrination.

Rumours

Rumours are clouds, so full of rains

from heavens above they fertilise plains.

Rumours are made in river water mills

each turn of the wheel and another one spills.

Rumours grow wings and then they take flight

nocturnal as well so they don't not need no light.

Rumours are echoes that wail in the halls

some say graffiti that are scribbled on walls.

Rumours are goods trains brimming with thought

but sometimes bad news can often be brought.

Rat a tat rumours speak to the sleepers

and when they wake they tell the grim reapers.

Some rumours are known not to be true

oh how we’d act different if only we knew.

Rumours have echoes bouncing like *****

but rarely those juggled eventually falls.

RumuR like this is a spelt palindrome

goes out and comes back but never at home.

Rumours increase and then multiply

but by no calculation could one verify.

Rumours are whispers, Chinese on the vine

though not for 3 monkeys who never drink wine.

Rumours are fables that begin with no end

it’s rare that one hears one which doesn’t offend.

Rumours are stories by authors all gone

when asked of the source they’re always anon.

Rumours are secrets that didn’t survive

they always need someone with which to connive.

Rumours when lost can always be found

a nod and a wink and one ear to the ground.

Priests they hear rumours, often confessed

just say 3 Hail Mary’s and then you are blessed.

A rumour’s a tumour once started it grows

delivered by storks and it reared by the crows.

Rumours have beaks that look like a nose

they start out as sonnets and end up in prose.

A rumour can rhyme and can live in a phone

in a Limerick or haiku it’s never alone.

A rumour can mutter can stammer or stutter

but just like a bread slice it’s nought without butter.

I heard a rumour that my sister was dead

by then she was buried but no family said.

I heard a rumour I was barred from the grave

and security told, that I was a knave.

A rumour that “Plutus” the god of great wealth

from her will, removed me, but I’d prefer health.

But these stories are gossip and some even rumour

and sure what does it matter, I’ve still got my humour.

.                      E P I T A P H

    
     She couldn’t find fame, so sought rich,

  In a Limerick, this word rhymes with *****,

              She made money her God,

               In a land they called Nod,

   But was burned at the stake like a witch.





Anon

.                       E P I T A P H
    
     She couldn’t find fame so sought rich

  In a Limerick this word rhymes with *****

              She made money her God

                 Lived in, Bally - Nod

   But was burned at the stake like a witch.

Israel and their Western all lies

Got a shock when they looked to the skies

There were kites with tail bones

But they sounded like drones

And some say the smelt like pork pies.

God bought a dog from a home

He eats Lassie and loves palindrome

The saints call him Bob

It’s what he gets for the job

When servicing a ***** down in Rome

It was the final scene

the director insisted

that the main star

had to go in the cage

with a lion.


He said, there is no

way I am going in

the cage with him.


The director said!

We have sharpshooters

one move and he is dead.

Still, the actor declined.

The director said, we will

blind fold the lion.


No, I am not going in there.


OK we will get a veterinarian

dentist and we will remove

all of his teeth.


And the actor said.


I don’t care, I don’t

want to be gummed to death.

                 <>



The moral of the story is this,

their Eye for an eye

and tooth for a tooth has

run its course, Iran are not going

to run and they are prepared to

go in the cage with the Animals.




Ps



For Joseph Borrell

The iron dome is iron clad

by Biden and his cronies

but penetrating Tehran

has proved them to be phoneys.