Because my teardrops
fell on the parchment
and quilled with ink.

a windows empathy
     is evident when
nimbostratus weeps

Incognito


I am trapped by the inertia
of anxiety and depression
taken hostage by my mind.

It is from this open prism I
witness the world through
a distorted viewpoint.

Acute angles, refracting
sufaces, transparent
imaginings, white light.

I am segregated from the
normalities afforded to
those who are not stricken.

Sleep is my escape, a foetal
question mark hiding beneath
a blanket of induced darkness.

Samsara

I remember you telling me
that you wished I was never
born and also the day I tried to
save a struggling black beetle
from the ***** filled toilet pan.

          You flushed it

I will never forget when my father
took me to a coursing meeting to
see greyhounds dismantling hares.

What was all of that about?

I'm a vegetarian now and a poet.

On mothers day I went to sing
a song at your graves like you
asked me to, before you died.

It was about re-incarnation, I am
a buddhist, I made a wish for you
both to come back as something.

     I bet you’ll never guess!

Cogito Ergo is
the Sum total
of anxiousness.

.       I can’t think of any other
         wish for you right now.

          Blue and yellow turns
            to an envious green,

            Mos-cow grazes on
            these lush pastures.

         Chicken Kiev becomes
       REBELLIOUS ROOSTER.

     Sunset piques east horizon,
          reveille being silenced.

.           Blew Buttons

   I was in the rice paddie
    with my auld Nag and
  of course, I’d had a Saki.

     Ebola Gay flew over!


                  \\||//


     God Bless America.














Ps,

US are favourites to be first.

               (Again)

Cagey bees swarming

                                   a Kiev of activity

W.A.S.P's recruiting drones

                       <>

WASP's ?

white anglo Saxon presbyterians

Jigsaw
               (muzzle)

Jig, as a young boy slipped
on a mossy board walk and
fell into the "Think Tank".

Unable to swim, he thrashed
around for a long time before
he learned to ponder laterally.

Midway, there was a ****
which he undid, thus draining
the water, attracting attention.

It was not long before locals
came and Jig, hanging on, was
was hauled out, a changed lad.

From then on he saw all of life
in separated fragmented morsels,
which he pieced together mentally.

His findings, never conventional
were always scorned and deemed
dysfunctional, due being different.

It is why his freedom of speech only
existed while he was saying it, after
that, his words were put in a muzzle.

And so it is, why all through history
"great spirits have always encountered
violent opposition from mediocre minds”.

The cagey bees
are too cunning
for the W.A.S.P's.

Mother goose

               The one that laid

The golden egg

               Slipped on a mud

***** and slid

                      Into the deep

Blue, (yonder)

                     Call 911 said

hen known

                             As Ben

Her leg is broke

                     She needs a

Yoke

                     Rhymes with

Butch

                       Said rabbit

from a

                              Hutch

DO do DO do

                       siren wails

toe truck

             She has webbed

Feet what the

                                ****
                            
We need

                 "Prop a Gander"

You know,

                         The people

Who make

                                  Stilts

And splints

                             To splice

Fibula’s.

It all began back in 390 B.C.
according to a proper gander
who it was that said the geese
saved Rome from the Gauls
  who incidentally invented
  Foie Gras, so there could
         be some truth in it.

The rest of the farm animals
maintain it was a total porky.

**** robin’s not there to ask,
   but he has been quoted as
     saying they quacked up.

**** of War

    Kiev ** Kiev ** Kiev **

America refuses to participate
   In their favourite pass time.

An unclear catastrophe was
Averted last night with both
Sides accusing each other
   Of bombing or sabotage.

   The reactors in question
   Are now being protected
By persons perfectly placed
   to clarify, the uncertainty.

Putin on the blitz

           Nato does Paris last tango

Biden caught Blinken

Vlad put's one over

             who? F.UK.US. & the E.U.

from Russia with shove

Putin not put out

                     by swift fly zone exclusion

Moscow finds green grass

No Fly Zone

E.U. shows distain
  for nature at the
beginning of nesting
season which will be
particularly difficult
for Swallows, a species
that survives totally on
         insects.


             (˚<


AIRSPACE

       E.U. NO FLY ZONE
    AFFECTS MIGRATION
SWIFT HAS BEEN BLOCKED


                   (˚<

Gestation Nation        

Collapse of western economy
  Is only a decimal point away

Capitalism, American greed, EU
    NATO atrocities worldwide,

Are just about to have their cord
of umbilical cornucopia blocked

                      ( . )

Russian trawler with
payload of white flags
destined for Ukraine
seized by the French!

Zelensky is not

                             democratically, a

president.             (Putin)

I just had dinner
At a time table

It was served at
Noon on the dot.

That was imperative
On the invite.

There was a sun
Dial in the centre

Four meridian legs
With an equator

The menu had
Carpe Diem

Tempus fugit
And punctual paste

An outmoded
Waiter served

Minute steaks
For the carnivores

Simultaneous
Sandwiches

Were filled with
Pulse & dates

Prime rhyme
Came at intervals

Everything was
Seasoned with

Second helpings
On the tic

Mature beats
Were synchronised

At the same event
And came concurrently

With spasmodic
Piecemeal

On a musty crusty
Out worn *****

Every so often a
Periodic interval

Two shakes of in
A sec jiffy juice

Was what Jack
Robinson had

A snap schedule
Was in a wink

And a promptly
Taken starter

Was frequently
Repeated

With a bang
On measure

Now and then
Spot on

By the Count's
Stopwatch

Knell, his lady
Was the cook.

Deciphered

I think my mind has
already committed
suicide, this I have
deduced from a note
in hieroglyphic scrabble.

      ¡€#¢§ˆ¶¨ªº–≠
      œ˙é®√¥úíó‚“‘
      Áß∂ƒ©µ˝˚π…æ
        ¯≈¸ˇ˘˜˛≤≥÷

Allez le bleus

        et

ne reviens pas

  parce que

la porte rouge

       est

      deja

     NOIR

Permanent
                       Present


Imagine if one were to receive
the same Christmas/Birthday
gift every year without change.

It would equate to putting a piece
of blue tac® on the pendulum of
your olde grandfather clock.

Now is the nemesis, past and
future are but canyon walls that
reverberate, for the time, “Being”.

Alone

A
Lone
One

It is as how it’s going to be,
therefore, eventually, it will
be, but you, because vows
are meaningless, there is no
honour when sickness and
ill health comes calling, long
before death, does its part.

.                Metaphysical
                   Metaphor
              Metamorphosed


          I tried everything even
            Eliminating screams

        So I became a vegetarian
      Because death has an echo

         I tried 24 hours at a time,
         Unfortunately it is always

        Today and don’t you know
      That tomorrow never comes

   I tried accepting unchangeable's
      And changing unacceptable's

     But the wisdom owl told me that
     differential system is unworkable

I tried accessing my higher powers by
suspending him she and it to my level

Now I'm compressed in the centre by the
equal opposite reaction of a lower force.

Eaves
                     Dropping


     I’m sitting by my window
    staring out at the grey sky,
   skeletal trees, one has last
years nest, resembles a heart
encased behind ribs in a torso.
  Creviced wind odes a sad air
    blown water buds traverse
     on the paned glass, tears
     are everywhere, dropping.

In the wood of words
deciduous letters fall
off trees just as pieces
of scrabble and like a
jig-saw puzzle I put
them together to form
a poem or prose and
If there are not enough,
then I compose a Haiku
with a seasonal reference
In seventeen syllables.

The I of my ID wants to
  be happy, but for the
  E of my EGO, that is.

In the wood of words
deciduous letters fall
off trees just as pieces
of scrabble and like a
jig-saw puzzle I put
them together to form
a poem or prose and
If there are not enough,
then I compose a Haiku
with a seasonal reference
In seventeen syllables.

Sometimes my only escape is
By writing

I can explain my dilemma, thus
Easing the burden

Nature intrigues me, the crows
Are going home to the rookery

Flying east west in straight lines
double spaced as words on a page

There you are, I'm off on a tangent
It Is 17:40 19th Feb 2022 Cork Irl.

Dusk, the time when Genus Corvus
Reacts to our diffused photosensitivity

One does wonder why the rostered
Roosters only announce Up And At It.

A few minutes in the morning, then, all
They do is **** around for the whole day.

.                 Metaphysical
                    Metaphor
               Metamorphosed


           I tried everything even
             Eliminating screams

         So I became a vegetarian
       Because death has an echo

          I tried 24 hours at a time,
          Unfortunately it is always

         Today and don’t you know
       That tomorrow never comes

    I tried accepting unchangeable's
       And changing unacceptable's

      But the wisdom owl told me the
     differential system is unworkable

  I tried accessing my higher powers by
  suspending him she and it to my level

Now I'm compressed in the centre by the
  equal opposite reaction of a lower force.

When is
When you feel there is something
Inside you that you want to **** or
At least placate with drugs or alcohol.

When is
When you feel as though your head
Is like the old fashioned football with
An over pumped bladder in your skull.

When is
When you feel that today is the worst
Time you have ever spent because of all
The practice you've had with yesterdays.

When is
When you feel futuristic about what is
Current and see no sign of abatement
From relentless waves crashing against you.

When is
When, and can be, at what time, or, how soon,
or, in what circumstance, after which, or, could
Be where, but why me, because my when is is now.

Cho-ice

Indecision is a space
left vacant for confusion.

Rabbits in headlights at
night, frozen on the road.

Opportunities are options
for determined minds.

Schizophrenics need no
alternatives when choosing.

So, today I'm going to stay
completely ffooccuusseedd…..

Awake in the Black Forest.

   At night, tides of debris,
    sediment and dross, flo
   to a swollen mass behind
   my tightly sealed eyelids.
              
               <o> “ <o>

     At dawn, rays of light
     prise a forced opening,
    releasing a ciliary flush
   of diurnal apprehension.











16/02/2022

.             What is love
             you enquired?

     Love is a journey, it is a
  mystery tour with a person,
whom, at the beginning, you
presumed was the guide, but
it transpired, that even though
ye didn’t get lost, she, as you,
had never been there before.

I hold my guitar,
as a mother with
child or a toddler
with teddy or a
******* with cane
or a hope with a
dream or a day
with a dawn or a
wish with a well
or a sound with
an echo or a pen
with a pal or a
memory with a
mind or a sea
with a strand or
sky with a cloud
I hold because I
am afraid to let go.

.                 Solace in Soliloquy

        Today’s depression has taken
        me into a trough, a concave of
     stalagmites, a damp dark dungeon.
     But for the insulated cotton wool sky
   I would scream so loud as quarantined
thunder behind designated pales of silence.

.           The Union.

   I do wonder at times,
    especially now, that
   I'm learning the guitar
and so many references
      to the Ring Finger.

                   O

     The acoustics echo,
“Strings              Attached”
Why B Flat they say, you
got a partner (for life too).
In sickness and in health,

              till death
                D.U.P.

Lateral thinking may be dreams
or even nightmares. It is a form
of supine thought which could be
induced by a deep sleep or often
enough (insomnia) if one choses
to stay in bed whilst ruminating.

Vertical thinking, a sapient state,
synonymous with **** Erectus,
can be accurately described as
“ Pensée Avec La Petite Tete “
which is more of a male domain,
usually accompanied by R.E.M.

Les beans robusta

         au naturel dans la rue

traffic grinds to halt

REBEL COFFEE BEANS

          SPILLED ON TO ZEBRA CROSSING

TRAFFIC GRINDS TO HALT

In life, we can, and all do, get
our chance to be overturned.

Refugees escaping, full of hope,
only to be foiled by a tidal wave.

I was cap-sized early, at school,
dyslexic, wore the Dunces Hat.

But remember, even well fitting
mortarboards can flip in the wind.

I thought they were
chopsticks until I
became  \/egan.

on the tree of hope

              spring leaves are not growing to

be deciduous

Without fail I find

               inspiration for a poem

after a short Haik

while the lights are red

                       I'm going to compose a

Japanese haik

heart beats are morse code

                    teardrops are optical ink

goose pimples are braille

I, can’t get the better, of
my, mind.

It is a maze of hide and
seek.

Always begins and ends
in the same place.

Where is the source of
the Cuckoo’s echo?

Which end of the tunnel
amplifies the two hoots?

Why is reality fleeting
and memory eternal?

When will future accept that after
past the present is next in line.