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.

When thoughts echo
peace is puncuated

Tight fists

never catch

pennies from

    Heaven

       .    .

       ˚    ˚  
       o   o  

       O  O

√

When the dark cow
leaves the moor, we
will, by then, be √egan.

Pastures green invite
their weeds, games
once more, to play again.

We'll hear no more the
embittered cries, echoing
skies of inhuman slain.

Nor voices of the head -
- less fowl, nor fish in
shoals that gasp in pain.


Ryan O'Leary
Poet Author √egan

Dm is the saddest
chord on fretboards,

strummed, it sounds
as funeral bells toll.

Pervading knells in
mournful minds.

An echo in stereo is
sound in schizophrenia,

one increases the volume
the other turns it off.



For Shane O' Connor
      
Sinead's son. R.I.P.

.             O
               |
               |
               |
    From the well of wisdom
   pails of letters are hoisted
  by a rusty pulley and placed
as jigsaw pieces on parchment.
                 |
                 |
                 0
                /  \
               /.    \
              /        \
             /          \
            /            \
           /               \      
          /                  \
         0.                 0
          \     kbew    /
            .  vtpz    /
              .  nix   /
                \ —--/

Adage Addict

She siphoned a stygian
stimulus from from the
oval bowl of her dented
spoon, then mainlined a
mused maxim on paper.


Ryan for Sharon.
10/01/2022

Notre Dame Burns

Dm
Emman-u-elle was Quasi’s bell
Am
without her chimes time can’t tell
E
Gargoyles clinging on for life
Am
Notre Dame Burns 'not the Bard’s wife’

C
Town criers holler in the street
G
communion wine for those they meet
D
All for one and one for all
E
"last of the toasted eucharists call”

              Chorus.

G
From Eiffel Tower, I looked on
Em
A 1,000 years of history gone
C
It’s looking like a Moulin Rouge
D
Was this Allah’s subterfuge

Dm
Cinderella was at the pyre
Am
collecting embers for her squire
E
Ashen crosses on the head
Am
remind us of our glorious dead

C
No acts of god in a secular state
G
but no doubt t'was a crime of hate
D
Rosary beads out of reach
E
no one here, at us to preach

            Chorus.

G
From Eiffel Tower, I looked on
Em
A 1,000 years of history gone
C
It’s looking like a Moulin Rouge
D
Was this Allah’s subterfuge

Dm
Statues icons steeples fall
Am
sanctimonious people call
E
But-tresses begin to bend
Am
yellow vests they’ll appre(hend)

C
Roasted pigeons on the spit
G
Victor Hugo’s fire was a lit
D
People coming form Rive Gauche
E
par-ce-que, c'est la plus proche

                Chorus.

G
From Eiffel Tower, I looked on
Em
A 1,000 years of history gone
C
It’s looking like a Moulin Rouge
D
Was this Allah’s subterfuge

Dm
That’s not far from San Michel
Am
it's 'where do you go to my lovely’s' dwell
E
Shakespeare & Co will sell more books
Am
almost in Seine, from where it looks

C
Notre Dame Burns you shouldn’t smoke
G
are cigarette warnings just a joke
D
Gauloises Gitanes, roll your own
E
turned you into another Joan

               Chorus.

G
From Eiffel Tower, I looked on
Em
A 1,000 years of history gone
C
It’s looking like a Moulin Rouge
D
Was this Allah’s subterfuge

Repeat.

C
Notre Dame Burns, you shouldn't smoke
D
are cigarette warnings just a joke
G
Gauloises Gitanes, roll your own
E
turned you into another Joan*.

                 Chorus.

G
From Eiffel Tower, I looked on
Em
A 1,000 years of history gone
C
It’s looking like a Moulin Rouge
D
Was this Allah’s subterfuge

                 Repeat
G
From Eiffel Tower, I looked on
Em
A 1,000 years of history gone
C
It’s looking like a Moulin Rouge
D
Was this Allah’s subterfuge





Finn Mac Eoin ©
April 16th 2019
Paris.



References in song explained.

The main bell at Notre Dame is
called Emmanuelle.

There is a famous Scottish poet/bard
called Robert Burns.

Joan is a reference to Joan of Arc
also burned at the stake.

Moon Magic

       (                )


The moon’s an illusion,
a mirage in the sky.

Comprised of two brackets,
appearing & disappearing

Rainbows are similar, more
trickery, only ever see half.

Thunder alerts us to smile,
then God’s camera blinds us.

That is why nobody ever
get’s to see the Dodo Birdie.


        /
     Ta Gaelge Agam

      (˚<  focal off  <˚)

.                    Bus Spray

         Aquatic antics and lateral
         droplets on side windows,
         obscured our vision of the
                    countryside.
  
      Tyre agitated surface water
      exaggerated the cloudburst,
    causing a cautious distancing,
            by those in our wake.

  Opposing wipers met mid-screen,
to applaud, what must surely be the
     most enduring reign in history,
worthy of the Guinness records book!


Irish weather 7th Jan 2022
Cork to Mallow by Bus.

Aurora

Glimmering flecks in frost
sheen white-washed hills.

Pylons, gigantic catapults,
transport life transfusions

to the sunset ills.

Beware, what morning brings,

when Icarus in skylark flight,
***** no more, his waxing wings.

A Lateral Trilogy

Midway between sill and
pelmet, traverses a black
horizontal line which I refer
to, as my morning meridian.

No, it does not have clothes pegs,
nor is it used as a midriff curtain
rail for a naked window, it is the
shortest distance between 2 poles.

Its purpose is for transporting
electricity to the houses, but it
also doubles as a perch for the
a.m. en-passant Genus Corvus.

In the distance, a white stream
in the sky, maintains a perfect
parallel line with ridge tiles on
rooftops. A lateral trilogy.

.                o
               | |
              /   \
              | ? |
              |__|


What could one do to create
a buffer from the tempests
of tragedy, would staying
In the comfort zone help to
minimise the risk.

I have always confronted
the wind, faced its turmoil,
was blown off course, often
marooned by my alcoholic
amnesia.

I’m back, and on that same island
which ebbed me into a receeding
tide, with little to sustain buoyancy
but my imagination, cast adrift, with
a bottled up message for the world.






Finn. 2nd Jan 2022.

If the cap fits, but remember,
mortarboards flip in the wind.

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 capsized early, at school,
Dyslexic, wore the Dunces hat.

.      (Numerical)

I’m up before the hens
5 am to be exact, I was
Well asleep before Auld
Lang Syne, missed the
Fireworks and midnight
Bells at the local church.
So, it is 2022, wonder if
It makes any difference
To the trees or anything
Else in nature, humans
Are numbers obsessed.
It will soon be light, I am
Going to count the crows
In case there's an extra 1.



                (˚<




Ryan  32nd Dec 2021.

SScchhiizzoopphhrreenniiaa

If I hid my Id and told E'go
       what would we do
    to overcome solitude.

Wordsmith

Speech impediments spoken
With dyslexic flair
Palindromic sentences ending
Where they start
Double syllables pronounced
At speed
Tinnitus and repetition
A cause to beg one's pardon
No full-stops
Auctioneering diatribe continues
Without a single breath
Lama Lama Krishna Krishna
Elocution executed
Words - no - Worth
Onomatopoeia echoes round
The room
Verbose
Someone shouted ' VOWEL'

    Acoustic Interlude

Butros Butros Gali takes a drink

   To lubricate his tongue

Let There Be Light

From the floor, at dawn,
as crows congregate on
power lines, all looking in
past my never curtained
windows, I was perusing
the paper lamp shade on
my ceiling aided by gratis
illumination from the street.

Round, with metal meridians
and at its core, suspended,
resembling what I perceived
as a restrained pendulum of
time, was a 60w Solas® bulb.

An extended chord, a bootlace
attached to the adaptor switch
touched the carpet for easy access,
when It was my turn to play God.


27th Dec 2021.  Finn. 09:11 Am.









Ps. For non natives.

Solas is the Irish word for light
And also a bulb brand name.

I’m way past my breakfast, but if
hunger stopped us from writing
Irish literature would have ceased
to exist after 1847.

Ethereal Prompt

Daylight has arrived the rooster
has crowed patches of blue are
contesting for a celestial space
but clouds always cheat because
they change the rules and move.

I cried myself awake
today alone on an empty
floor a forty year marriage
due to geographical and
cultural differences has
fractured, paths parted.
It's why I have odd socks.

Reveille

I Woke on my back,
the ceiling seemed
distant from my side
of a duvet quilted floor.

Misted eyes harnessed
at the ears with reins of
tears, windows watched,
and wept with empathy.


Ps.

This is my 1st Christmas
alone in 40 years and yes
I am sleeping on the floor.

Cherbourg

She walked away and unlike
Lots wife never did turn round,
now, this is the moment which
overwhelms my mind, a forever
recall of an expression I never
wanted to see, but can’t forget,
because I cannot stop, imagining.


Cherbourg 5/12/2021. 3pm

Finn.

The saddest moment of my life.

[ o ]


One could factor in alternative options,
or leave gaps in the fence, but there is
no escaping from the well of adversity.

We can try all we wish and listen to
reason, even seek professional advice
from those who have never been there.

Petrified covers of trap doors are which that
claimed the lives of many a man and beast,
just as holes on the bridge, in Mirzah’s vision.





24/12/2021

Parable Of Paint.

I can remember an advertisement
on television back in the eighties,
a shaggy Olde English Sheepdog,
or was that the Dulox one, not sure.

I have been expatriated since then,
but what I have noticed is how UNO
and “ LIKE UNO " are synonymous
with every sentence used in Ireland.




Finn.

Santa (Clause)

I never mind the rain
nor cloud or Winter
darkness, I’m a recluse,
but I like the lights and
noisy activity of people.

In a forest alone, would be
dismal and isolating, even if
there were robins, mistletoe,
red berries, snowy glitter,
deers and Christmas trees!!




Ryan  22/12/2021

Serenity Prayer. © Reinhold Neibuhr

Grant me the serenity to accept
the things I cannot change, = Calvinistic Predestination

courage to change the
things I can, = Catholic Free Will.

and wisdom to know
the difference. = Buddhist Ambiguity

               <>

Which means, the serenity
prayer is a total contradiction.

It is like reading a horoscope
or going to a fortune teller.

It it three divine statements
In one opposing sentence.

Tangled

I wish I was not so inadequate,
insufficient or insecure
But I am in their knot, so tightened
By myself, that I’m unable to undo.

Just three days to
Christmess!

What an over blown
yarn it is,

Just like St Patrick
and the snakes.

Bethlehem, the stable
3 wise men,

The feminists must
love that one,

Especially the #MeTwo
****** assault of Mary,

By telepathy, conceived
without sin,

Deprived of an ******,
what a ******, Joseph!


22-12-2021

Grant me the serenity to accept the things
I cannot change = Calvinist Predestination.

Courage to change the
things I can = Catholic Free Will.

And wisdom to know
the difference = Buddhist Ambiguity.


Which means hedging ones bets, just as
Fortune Tellers = Horoscope Balderdash.

Crows have just arrived,
hundreds of them on wires
such a delight, some decorate
skeletal branches, light follows
they disappear, not everything
about darkness is daunting.

Sensitivity has got me where I am
Not a place one would chose to be
Or go or stay but I’m here and not
Happy as you no doubt are aware.

Sensitivity comes with attachments,
Pain perception passion emotion, I
Am now more acutely conscious all  
Of all these exposed nerve endings.

On my own with this mind of mine
Is a torment a tragedy because I
Can’t give without love and now it
Seems as though I am like Tantalus.

One always hopes that hope will
Provide what one is secretly wishing
For, a dream a desire but that
Can been an elusive expectation.

I fear the common path may not be
Found and that is a frightening thought
Especially if briars are permitted to cast
Their thorny tenticles between our hedgerows.

Marriage is an accomodation
for promises and com-promise.
In mixed cultural arrangements
one or both partners will always
be expatriated and at some stage
this can actually lead to separation.
With this ring till death do us part
in sickness and health is an illusion,
because we forget our agreements.

But for the roof and a
toilet it would be no
different than being on
a street. His mattress is
of cardboard he rug rolls
at night on the upper
floor of an empty house.
One wrong decision, life's
daydream turns nightmare.
Memories haunt, aspirations
fade, hope deteriorates.

Ta an madra dubh ag teacht.



Finn Owens ©
15-12-2021

Julie Christie was on the platform
as the train pulled out, too late for
Sharif to gain eye contact, it was
the last he’d see of her. Love has
no equator, therefore it is always
disproportionate and not in ratio
which is why one person feels a
lot more pain than the other and
why endings when S.A.D. mean
Stress Anxiety and Depression.

.                                I

                      I is an anomaly

      "I can’t live with myself" gives one
             the impression that there are
              two people in the sentence.

           I don’t like being alone seems
             to reinforce it, but one must
            admit, there is a contradiction.

             So, if “I think therefore I am“
            is to be taken as fact, does it
            mean If I don’t think, I am not?

          If you think something probably
        isn’t true, or possible, you can say
      that, but you can not be entirely sure.

        So now the second person singular
           has been introduced, this gives
      rise to the suspicion of schizophrenia

                    This is why I is an
                     anomaly, because
                     when I think, I are!
                        






4th Dec 2021

.                                I

                      I is an anomaly

      "I can’t live with myself" gives one
             the impression that there are
              two people in the sentence.

           I don’t like being alone seems
             to reinforce it, but one must
            admit, there is a contradiction.

             So, if “I think therefore I am“
            is to be taken as fact, does it
            mean If I don’t think, I am not?

          If you think something probably
         isn’t true or possible you can say
      that, but you can not be entirely sure.

        So now the second person singular
           has been introduced, this gives
      rise to the suspicion of schizophrenia

                    This is why it is an
                     anomaly, because
                     when I think, I are!
                        





nniFinn.
4th Dec 2021

Since 1789

a frog can no longer

become Prince.



                    That’s Grimm

Hostage

Tyrant time had hands that
metamorphosed into wings.

Minutes migrated as my eyes
witnessed hours to days fly by.

Captive where the natives hate
everyone including themselves.

Capitulators in the North
Collaborators in the South.

Trapped by their antonyms
of humour and good fortune.

Free will pre destined me, now
I'm the victim of a misadventure.


Ps.

I can see why the refugees risk
the Channel in rubber dinghies.

In the brief blink of a sneeze
underpasses of gloom could
be our permanent mausoleums.

So too can depression, the
overwhelming anxiety leaves
an indelible mark in its wake.

Irreparable damage after the
hurricane passed (while one was
in the foetal position, blinkered).

“ Light at the end of a tunnel
     can be just as blinding as
   the experience in darkness “

UK All Backs

Captain, Priti Patel to adopt
push back scrum tactics to
deal with the unwanted who
are attempting to land in UK.

Boris to Back a Haka at the
Cliffs Of Dover with the rest
of The Tory Party, Rees Mogg
will be on dog patrol, Kent!!

We will fight them at sea, we
will fight them on the beaches, we
shall defend the island whatever
the cost may be.

10 Drowning Street

Where they once considered the
gigantic venture, stilts from Kintyre
to Causeway, a bridge over fuddled
waters their giant leap for humanity.

Meanwhile, the Chanel Funnel
siphons refugees into a black
hole approved by the democratic
tide of British consensus via Brexit.

Foreign Matter

Pigs can’t fly, sheep can't
swim but migration is an
evolutionary must for specie
survival. imperialism is not.

I've always held the belief
of humans having similar
rights to animals, freedom
of movement, no passports.

Everyone permitted to come
and go as they please just as
nature intended, this is the only
way to prevent channel tragedies.

Become a citizen of the world
abandon borders welcome all
and sundry to where you reside
strangers are not foreign matter.

Empathy

It's a gift earned
via learned,
the hard way.

Understanding
and compassion
come from struggle.

Conscience is the
sentiment which
envelopes emotion.

Perception is
deception, feelings
can’t be touched.

Passion has a
penalty and the
penance is pain.

Speciesism

Because we write GOD
in upper case, this sets us
a standard for speciesism.

We are superior thus we
select which order of merit
to bestow on the animals.

We domesticate dogs cats
and caged birds as pets,
while we eat cows & pigs.

Canines and felines we
tell ourselves, are smarter
than all other creatures.

Sheep are stupid, so are
fish, they bleed, but we all
know they feel no pain?

Factory farmed fowl, five
weeks from chic to table
never see the light of day.

Cats are nocturnal, yet
humans keep them inside
at night time.

This means, they get to
**** birds during the day, an
evolutionary contradiction.

But because we write GOD
in the upper case, we are
still influenced by our baptism.

Reincarnation can not occur,
if one is vegetarian, body and
blood of christ are carnivorous !!

Francis of Assisi was a *****, a
***** because he was not a
macho meat eater.

.         Rein Forest
                  |
a suspended scare crow
                  |
will get the birds thinking
                  |
                  |
                  |
                  |
               0/
               / \
                |

Happy endings only occur in
massage parlours, fairytales
and Hollywood. Alternatively
we need to accept that loves
conclusions are misleading,
unless the author terminates
the narrative prematurely, by
which case, in