Rumi’Nation


Ii is not a place,

                      but a state, yet,

its citizens have

                        no nationality!

Hide, out!

                🔑


               Safest place to


to hide from a

                         spotlight

is to sit atop

                               of it

only a thief

                 would search

                    
for the key

               of an unlocked

door

Those who have difficulty

remembering find solace

in tying a loop on a piece

of string, just as a bead in

the rosary chain, or those

worry orbs used by Greeks.

        Not Knowing

Is different, as most people

want to be fully aware of

where they are and what

they'll be doing in the future

and why it is, that they are

afraid to change the present.

Parable of Risk

I invent because I risk being turned down
I write because I risk not being published
I busk because I risk being ridiculed
I joke because I risk falling flat
I gamble because I risk my luck
I move because I risk not staying
I dream because I risk a nightmare
I imagine because I risk reality
I express because I risk being different
I fail because I risk success
I wish because I risk refusal

I am an addict because I risked excess.

Yet, I continue to control my own horizon
change the panorama and Velux® the vista.

Because I know, that when I have fear, I
am about to do something courageous.

Besides, faith is the opposite to fear and
lessons from one's past, wrap the present.

So, I must not open it, because if I do, then,
all will be exposed, and future will be at risk.

Proverb


Those who wait for a break

only get to share the Kit-Kat®

Some people stay put play safe

while others aim for the asterisk





     Profound

the spoils of peril
are found in an
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                (˚)yster

It was inevitable that one

day I’d stop and someone

like Cinder Ella would be

there to clean up my ashes.


Then, like the phoenix, my

soul will rise into the skies

where Vulcan, Hephaestus,

Lucy Fer & Pyro Mania live.


Summer residences away

from the global warming. So, I

bet you are wondering why my

last smoke was a cremation?


Ps.

I simply couldn't quit.

When my mind is in mental

turmoil and there is nothing

from a bottle to aid me, I go

where peace has no perimeter.


Once by the Iambic pentameter

a metaphor and a simile were

binary, it was time for a Pause

because of the assonance before

the ****** of this rhyming Couplet.


Then I saw a Trope with Hyperbole

what a Personification of an Allegory

considering an Apostrophe between

their Blank Verse which though it

invoked Imagery there was a visible

Caesura which was a bit of a Chiasmus.


Next, I met a Lullaby from Limerick who

had a one night Stanza with Anagram

but decided to Refrain because he was

not familiar with the Rhythm system

and she had preference for Synecdoche.


Well. It is time for a Valediction from me

or Beat it as they say Figuratively speaking

besides Metonymy is not my style so I'll go

back via the Pastoral Prose where VillaNelle

is reciting a Soliloquy to a very Ode friend.

.      Boomerang
       (((((((((((((((

  Echo returns call
       )))))))))))))))

.           Con Fab


  Con heard a knock at

the door, looked through

the peephole and there

  stood Ann Anagram

who said he should put

his lexical ideas aside.

.      Trans Fusion


  A palomino of mine

  called Anaemic had

  two bi-****** Albino

friends who came out

as a pair of Hemophilias

they had a baby called

            Ababo.



Ps.

He is a Clot
by all accounts.

.                 / \ / \


      Mind Media Mirage.



     Corporations control

      the narrative of not

     only what and where

    to eat, but also, think?


Subliminal suplimintation

   by anode and cathode

   ray tubes attached to

  retina's during optation.


Belief system in progress,

  timed to coincide with

mass hypnosis, known

  as prime time viewing.


            <o> <o>

.        Grate Minds


At times I think thoughts

which if were visible my

mental state would be

brought into question.


  Imagine a bowl of

   spaghetti inside

    a scull? Grate.

     Par-me-san.

Envisage


Envisage being caged,

could be in a prison or it

might be in the wrong body

or with the wrong person.


But what if it was none of

those, yet you felt snared

just as a rabbit with a noose

round its neck or leg and no

way of escaping, trapped.


It might be a job in a factory

or a flat in a high-rise block.

It could be an addiction, to

drugs, alcohol even gambling.


What if one was dyslexic and

Autistic and incontinent and in

A wheelchair and blind and

Deaf and a schizophrenic.


Imagine being a foetus and

because of all the above you

didn’t want to be born, but,

your mother was opposed

to abortion.


Yet, what if science and

medicine advanced and

everything could be fixed

by the time you were born?

But your mum left Texas!


          Envisage.

When we were wee lads

they told us we would go

blind if we masturbated.


They also said we would

end up like Mickey Rooney

If we pulled on cigarettes.


Makes one wonder what

Stevie got up to, mind you,

he managed to play piano.

Rosemary was a  


                          Sage-Femme, yet, when she had Thyme,  


used Dill though, s’Parsley !

Every minute of every day

   in every country every one

   wheels their unconscious

    conscience up to the till,

      listen to mesmerising

       morse as they feed

         the conveyor belt

          with cheap cuts

           of plastic wrap

             gross-eries.

And

so what

if the underdog

is a cur………


I’m not a postman.

A PINCH OF

      SALT WATER

     EVAPORATED

     BETWEEN MY

     THUMB AND

    INDEX FINGER.
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    NOW I’M LEFT

     WITH BUT A

      SOLITARY

         GRAIN.

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L a t e r a L  d e e d.

Every time I go in the room,

the door hinges squeak, but

worse, the floor boards reply.

But for heat there would be

no rat a tat tat on rail tracks,

  expansion-less joints.


     But for heat there would

      be no white cars, Ford

      wanted them all black.


      But for heat, we would

       have no silhouettes,

        shadowless souls.


    But for heat, there would

        be no evaporation

            thus no rain.


But for heat there would be no

nimbus, with angels and harps,

or rainbows with pots, for gold.


But for heat and ******* there on

us machismo's would never have

   discovered doggy fashion.

.             David Hockney

                       By

                 The Poet



     Eiffel's tower was inspired

    by a guitar he saw in a shop

   window, which wasn’t a blues.

  

     His iron work is abbreviated

    with rivets, 1.2 million of them

  and on top, an exclamation mark !



   We can’t all paint David, but we

can temper our words on the same

  anvil, Gustave, must have, used.

Poetry art and bread

reflect the atmosphere,

temperament of yeast.


We rise or fall, as in

each unease we dip.


We batter, we beat,

we boil and steam.


We grate, we scold,

we shred. We soften.


Because the proof is,

Inevitably we knead.

.               When.


         You just wait

    The time will come

     Yet it does seem

    A long way off from

Now and then to when.


  Victims hide and seek

Revenge a history taught

    Them to avenge.


Through peep holes,

They watch and wait a

Careless moment at the

     Guarded gate.



Hell breaks loose they

  Pull he pin, may-hem

in tandem with the din.



The time had come

     To pay for sin

    Because finally

  their now is when.

Diviner


Ink well, I said, as he

dipped his pen into

the reservoir of words.


Dowse your parchment

from the fountain of

wisdom, where springs

the source of knowledge

which cascades from a

stream of thought into

an outpouring of perception.

Ripples

The expressionless face

of the motionless millpond

radiated a smile with just

a single pebble ((((((((((((.


It is better to be ******

than ignored, even if one

is living in a glasshouse.

Gado Gado

At this moment in time,

in unison I mean,

Anthony Blinken closed

his eyelids at the American

G 20/20 vision for the world

summit on the Island of Bali

where Gado Gado was on

the menu for those who were

adventurous enough to forego

the McDonalds Hamburger with

chips and tomato ketchup.

If I liked animals

i’d eat them

yet, if I ate them

I would not like

to meet them

but if I were not

to meet them I

would need to

avoid them and

to avoid them

I would need to

live where I would

not see them

but I am a vegetarian

though not because

I dispise them it is

because I don't

like the dead ones

and that is why

I am in the country

because there are

no butcher shops

and though all the

animals I meet are

meat they are not

able to distinguish

herbivores from

carnivores which

means I in their

eyes am as big

a ******* as all

the other mammal

munching mongrels.

There are words which I’d

like to disperse

in a  Limerick you might

wish to rehearse

it's about Johnson

whom Gove

from the cabinet

he drove

because rhyme reasoned

that he was perverse.

turn off the gas Vlad

                       freeze nato ****’s ***** ˚ff

soft toast and chilblains

0 0


   What a strange title.

   Is he going to tell us

   a story about eggs?


    Well, no, actually, it

  is about testicles, Vlad

has Nato caught by them.

I ask myself, why do crows

build nests in the same tree

year after year,


I would never even presume

to ask why trees continue

to live in the same forest


Or why, when women meet

with similar dresses they are

always in the same place


Safety always seeks same,

change always courts courage,

wisdom always warrants difference.

Ropes unfasten

                     strands untie

string unsnarls

                    winds unwind

twisters untangle

                  garments ravel

people separate

                       time slips by

knot, now.

Revelation


   If the only constant

  In life is change and

the now, is perpetual,

     then, this is why,

           perhaps,

that Superman wore

his underpants on the

outside of his trousers.

.          Solo.       .


'All hands on deck’


To weave a web it

would be fine, if he

was a spider, but

Chichester knew

the ropes, he was

his own man, so he

  took orders from

        nobody.





      ‘ KNEEL’




         Arise
    Sir Francis.

UN


Un's a strange word

in French, it is one.


Yet, in English if you

add un to done it is

a minus, not a plus.


This means that the

UN, which is part

of the EU / NATO

go around un-doing

things in such a way,

they are un-fixable.


But un day soon

they will have to

front up to an un

who will not be an

on his own un, that

will be Kim Jong,


        UN.


Going to be F-UN.

It was where all of life’s

celebrations took place.

Where we took things

apart when our mother

was out of the house.


It was where one would find

string, rubber bands, matches,

washers, safety pins, sellotape,

batteries, bottle-openers, pencils.


It was where the visitors were

entertained; when the best sheet

In the house would be washed,

Ironed, creased and made to look

like the finest of Irish linen.


It was where there was full and

plenty, candles at Christmas,

and where the dog knew which

one of us sat too far away from it.


It was where letters were written,

bills opened. Where we

discussed politics and shared

news and views and stories.


It was where everything was put

before being placed on a shelf.


It’s where we'd hide from

household disputes and

tribunals in the sky but the

lightning always found us


It was where heavy heads in

cupped palms rested on elbows

when there was nothing else

to put there.

.  If Priti Patel was a man
she would not have given
  the go ahead to extradite
Assange, it is toxic feminism.

Boris Johnson said the

  Ukraine war was macho,

a sign of toxic masculinity.


And if Putin was a woman

he would not have invaded.


If Putin was a woman Boris,

  should she have aborted,

    or let the Azov ****’s

   run their full gestation?

.          US
             *
   Uter       US

Fet             US

Abort       US

        them






      GOD

      LESS

  americans

Street Typist
         Busker



I heard a metronome

                 on the street

a sort of Morse

          or fingered Braille

that stayed in time

      with my tapping feet

songs are but

     poems with earrings

it’s with keys

                     they sing





For Krishan Coupland


27/6/2022

Con-Dom


But for rubbers

I could have been

an abortion.


But no, I am

Conner

knotted in the

recycling depot.


It’s for single use

plastics I'm next to

Dominique a foetus

she was a premature

*******.

In Ireland they call them
a Tayto®

Because a spud doesn’t
rhyme with potato

Besides they’re sold in
a packet

And not in a jacket

But in Russia they just
say fucknato.

UN


Un's a strange word

in French, it is one.


Yet, in English if you

add un to done it is

a minus, not a plus.


This means that the

UN, which is part

of the EU / NATO

go around un-doing

things in such a way,

they are un-fixable.


But un day soon

they will have to

front up to an un

who will not be an

on his own un, that

will be Kim Jong,


        UN.


Going to be F-UN.

Elucidate


Never trust translations.

  A word can fall off a

scrabble board on to

a jig saw puzzle and

some feckin eejit will

     try to make it fit.

But for Putin, the New

World Order, would be

all our destinies, by now.


While St Peters-burger (its

borsch in tears) is filled with

slices of big Mac's Moss-Cow.


But he called their bluff, a

master move, his Black Sea

pawns were in the groove


Though eyes all focussed on

capital Kiev, he had it planned,

that from there, he'd leave.


NATO GNAT sees all abuzz

when the WASP’s began to

swarm


But Vlad To Verse did this

rehearse, so to him, there

was no alarm.

Routine Rituals


But for my navel ( which I only

got to see once a day when or

if I decided to take a shower )

there was not a lot else to see.


The neighbours washing line

went from long to short and

a towel with sea shells was

never once spread on sand.


On Sundays, ( now here is a

thing ) when winds changed,

I had to close my windows or

endure a carnivore roast smell.


Clockwork monotony, same

time and same day for the

weekly shopping, no doubt

same store, same groceries.


Snap, you got it figured, it

was no different the other

side, or, indeed anywhere

on the terrace of sameness.


When one is doing nothing

different one is doing nothing.

So, as only constant in life is

change, I decided to go gypsy.

Liberty


We can wear what we wish

We can go where we chose

We can do what we want

We can prevent a conception

We can abort a foetus

We can dye our hair

We can lift our faces

We can change our gender

We can perform euthanasia

We can say what we think

We can not retract it.

.            Remembrance


We are constantly reminded

   about what and which it is

that are not permitted to erase

   wilfully from our memories.


   Repetition of the mantra’s

   maintain our full attention

            ' lest we forget ‘.


    But the victors compiled

     all of our history book’s

    and so it seems to many,

    that the losers were bad!


  Western media for western

   minds, where the sun sets

  and permits the mushrooms

  of misinformation to flourish.