This is a short poem

about a sequel to the

above title with ending.

I can be one, wish it
was always Nimbus

But sometimes I am
a leaden Cumulus

So overburdened I
am unable to move

When, in this dark
sombre mood, I rain

Dear Amy G
2nd Nov 2024

Have you had any success

with your insomnia.


I hear there is a Bach remedy

others swear by acupuncture

even yoga.


How does you partner cope,

some say it is like sleeping

with a schizophrenic.


I was told that a dark room

with the sound of water

is a tremendous help.


Yours Truly

Vivify Cognizant.




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|Amy G Dala                      [ ] |
|c/o Le Phare                           |
|Finisterre 29                           |
|France                                     |
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Ps.

Amy G Dala

is Amygdala

Not to be confused
with aspirations

R.E.M. is a bi-product
of something troubling

A nocturnal rehearsal
for a diurnal audition

Rock bottom was the script
and I decided to play the part.

Harris, is a snail, trailing Trump
Her campaign is hitting a bump
Paddy Power gave the odds
Using turf accounting sods
& 60/40 is a fence she can’t jump

The result will certainly embarrass
Joe Genocide and Zionist Harris
Because the elites will all tweet
That’s two YIN’s in defeat
By a YANG who’s 2nd car is a Yaris

I will do as much as

I'm able with a pen.

Besides lines circles

commas and colons,

I can easily splatter

with green ink blobs.

Then one day a big

surprise, it's Spring.

I'm not the editor,

it is your job, I am

a poet, therefore I

am not employed

to censor my work.

Israel’s sky war was a

duck shoot or spearing

fish in bowls. But from

the horizon, a (rescent

boomerang appeared.


Darkness to light, evil

meets might, Allah's

on the side that's right.


Eye for an eye, and all

their lies, blind no more

because the world has

been given back its sight.

Would you think Frankenstein
was a jew

Just as Zelensky
and Netenyahu

He was conceived by Mary Shelly

But not born of her belly

Yet, some say that he spoke
Hebrew

Freedom’s not another’s world,

without one’s right to choose.

Going from bright to shade
Effects the eyes efficiency.

It’s an adjustment both ways
Darkness into light equally.

Psychology though one can
Easily be out of switch reach.

Illuminating the mind is never
An easy task, it’s invisible pain.

This too will pass is an old wives
Tale, just as cod liver oil in the ear!

Scale of one to ten can’t be used
to fathom depression, by depth

The rope in the boot of my car
could be used to measure it's weight

I don’t like solitude,
Being alone yes, but
With a support cast.

Blank pages bother
Me, it is why I have
auditions for the parts.

Every letter word even
Punctuation mark are
My poetic characters.

Sometimes I’ve need to
Choreograph individual
Lines for different roles.

Often, groupings can be
Adverse to my formations
Without rhyme or reason.

Rehearsals in the form of
Editing scripts are best if
Done during final recitals.

Gauging audience reaction,
Now that is an art form in
Itself, there is no clapometer.

At least, I never got a round
of applause asked for encores
Or got a standing ovation.

Fear is the repetitious
echo of premeditated
anticipated responses to
unrehearsed situations.

Feeling pain but doing it
anyway is a part in every
script of which directors
give us no time to practice.

= = = = = = = = = = = = = =

Even if they are dozing
in a siding, somewhere
down the line, rat a tat
tat of expansion joints
will wake the sleepers
but those with tunnel
vision will get 2 hoots

My Amygdala is an
enigma, well, I can’t
work it out, it’s as if
it is a Greek cryptic!

Should it have been
Cypriot? not so sure
as it depends which
side of the lobe it is.

Splits O’Phrenia

I think I have these.


       The End.

House for birdcage
wager on Harris
  being *******.

   I just had a call
   from a Cuckoo
accepting the bet.

He concealed his fears
  from all and tried to
hide them from myself.

    Light and people
  were his centurions,
sleep, the drawbridge.

Surrounded by a moat
  behind masonry walls,
(demons gate crashed).

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This poem is dedicated to
Robin Williams, who wrote
a wonderful note on his AA
big book. in it he says.

" I want to help people be
           less afraid "

Why supply seed
and irrigation for
a crop which can
not be harvested

Manicure
                Paddy cure
Guinness

I was of the impression
that light could not be
stored and we all know
that by putting clocks
back 60 mins is a form
of defoliating our days,
The Fall or Winter time
it is how they market it.

Benjamin Franklin said
that time was money,
but what do we get in
return for the loss of 1
hour, nothing, so I ask,
what’s the point in any
one trying to save time?

Ebb and Flo share a place
where equator meets water
where surf rises beyond tide
lines where winds trade where
roaring forties abuse doldrums
where a Gulf Stream meanders
Ebb and Flo are yin and yang
Opposites forces attract positive
And negative react they heave **
The oceans highs and lows hence
We have spirit levelled tide lines.

If God didn’t exist
He would have to
Be invented.

Humans need an
Acknowledgement to
Function

Atheism / agnosticism
Are merely antonyms
Of the religious synonym

When one says ‘ I don’t
Believe in God ‘ they are
Recognizing its existence

So long as we have flags
And anthems and borders
We will have God’s

The world is divided not by
Delineated lines on a map
But by segregated systems

If we say we don’t like Muslims
We are recognizing their deities
thus accepting there is a God

A passport need not be a 32
Page document it is colour it
Is accent it is our impression

We are all Gods, we create life
We destroy life we cause catastrophe
We create obstacles for lesser beings

Superior beings exist in minds of those who
Are governed and every time we full stop
Their sentence, we are the god we despise.

Religion is a rules based institution that we
Kick against we rebel we excommunicate
Ourselves, but we must not then dominate.

When a migrant a refugee or fugitive asks
For asylum , do we say, God got you into this
Predicament, denounce and you can enter.

Do we really want a totally homogeneous
Society, is that naturally occurring anywhere
In nature, does evolution even consider it?

God is just performing a role for those who
Are unable to act for themselves and the
Show is merely a rehearsal with encores.

.                Temps
                    du
           Champignons

      Oh good, it’s The Fall,
     mushroom time again.

     Could be those dusty
    ones this year, Shitaki’s.

    Or is it Nagasaki’s, can’t
    remember to be honest.

.           I have decided to
              change the title
            and call it, To Day.

            Night is going to
             be extended at
            midnight ce soir.

            It’s Oct the 26th
              Winter time is
              upon us again.

            So now, can you
            see why I wrote
           an ode to, To Day.



Ps

In UK the clocks go back an hour tonight

Ce n'est pas possible, de
filer comme les Anglais,
or take French leave, when
one is housesitting canines.

As days of departure near,
they begin to detect a vibe;
routines change, boxes are
filled and items disappear.

They identify tones; velcro,
buckles and dome fasteners
mean walkies, but zip sounds
longer than flies, are suitcases.

Public service punctuality

is in  symbiotic proportion

to wait loss, as proven by

results of a survey which

had been procrastinated

for many years according

wait watchers the national

statistics research bureau

of the Irish I Queue society.

Can you even imagine a world

without debt, or without dues.


America, for one, would have

no % in such a utopian dream.


Whereas Gaza without a doubt,

would  be contented with either.

When penises are shortened
    noses pick up the slack.

                         "Pinocchio"

I quenched lit candles,

doused them with spit,

7 times, for bad luck.


  Darkness came, but,

 the moon (rescented,

 I made it back to Gaza.

Gaza is a postage [stamp]
on an absorbent envelope
which can never be licked.

We don’t all get to be birthed

Yet dying is as sure for

Everyone as killing be to some.

Animals have no consciences

Sows will eat their piglets -

But for my mother being Catholic

And I of Irish extraction by caesarean

There is a good chance that I

Would never have been a poet

Because she told me later in life

That she wished I was never born

Et pour ça, peut-être mon fête de

Naissance n’était jamais célèbre.

I watched the sun’s gaze

                   gain, on Gaza, but not for long.

A mere postage stamp,

          poorly licked on a parched envelope.

Nor postcode, nor yet

                                addressed, nor sealed.

Short note airmailed -

                                            par, Par Avion?

Non, par ex-plos-ion.

                                              Blue Bic bleeds.

I would wager my house
 against a bird cage, if I
could find a dumb enough
Dodo to accept the bet.

The uni-verse, is a four lined rotational
poem

It revolves in our heads, when we're at
home

Some say it's in Braille, on our sky milky
way

But Halley said one star went seriously
astray.

The world war tree is
not an evergreen, it is
a deciduous, known as
The Jewish Candelabra.

Regimes, diets, exercising,

cutting out, minutes on the

lips forever on the hips, and

all that jargon. Weighing in,

holes in belt, mirror mirror.


But what if, one does not

want to loose pounds kilo’s

or any other unit used to

measure gravity and earths

pull on the mass of what we

struggle with every **** day.


What if, all we ever wanted

is staying exactly the same.


How does one manage that?

King Charles met
an indigenous Thorpedo
She was dressed
in a possum Tuxedo
We’re not you’re people
Go and sit on a steeple
With Edward because he
likes Pizza with Pea Dough

Bovine milk is for baby cows,

if we humans were meant to

to pursue the diets of lactose

after we shed or dairy teeth,

women would have four legs.

During his entire lifetime

he never once based the
                 /
Bras Arme of resistance.


His final act, was that of

an incredible insistence.


Not a Hollywood ending

of it's a take or it's a wrap.


it was live footage from

The Holocaust Of Gaza

'twas a Che Guevara snap.

Tim used to believe in

God Santa Claus and

Tooth Fairy, even the

Hollow cost, but all has

changed since chosen's

committed a genocide,

famine and Holocaust

against the Palestinians.


How, he asked, could

a people who profess

to have suffered the H

word, be able to inflict

it on another, it is not

possible, so he went

from a believer to a

doubter to a denier.


This I believe, is what

many people suspect.


No, they are not anti-

semantic even though

your are septic but do be

aware that you are pathetic.


So, Mr Not in yahoo,

it's obvious that there’s

a shift in opinion about

the Zions and you have

brought it on yourselves.


Some are emphatic that

they can't be sympathetic

because occupation shows

you, as evil, and, barbaric.

I wondered about this title

must have been written by

a recluse, it’s one of those

anon’s no copyright found

on a doorstep, abandoned.


But there is an orphanage

for unwanted works run by

a charitable trust operated

by a dyslexic society for one

Paula Nancy Millstone Jennings.





37 Wasp Villas,

Greenbridge,

Essex, GB 10 1LL

King Charles just met
an indigenous Thorpedo
She was natively dressed
in a possum Tuxedo
We’re not you’re people
We want to be free
We’re Wemba Wemba
We’re Aboriginee




For Lidia Thorp the
Senator in Australia

Fair play fighters of the

the world unite, for the

plight of Palestine. Pit

your passion for justice

against the evil Zionists.


Avoid all their overseas

assets, inc. their stores,

alienate their influence,

use not their embassies,

BDS them for an eternity.



God, Less America.

Yahya   Sin - Warrior

Martyr for the World

Freedom fighter and

Rev-o-lut-ion  inciter.


The Human wrongs,

Righter, the Zio-nist

and evil Gews igniter.


A day will come and

All that’s dark will be

again, all due to him,

a land much brighter.

I’ve got a plume

from the wing of

a phoenix


I can write words,

that fly higher

than lies


I’ve got a well,

from which I can

siphon,


Tear drops from

those, with

red crying eyes


I’ve got a plume

from the wing of

a phoenix


And I’ve got a page

without margins

or lines


I can write words,

that no one has

heard of


And I can quill those

who ploughed out

their vines


I’ve got a plume

from the wing of

a phoenix


And I come from a land

where fair play

we enshrine


Yes I’ve got the plume

from the green grass

it fell on


And I promise it's

nib, will never

resign



Poem for Palestine
by an Irish Poet.

.    Yahya Sinwar    .
     ( 1962 -          )


Up from ancient ruins

in Phoenix flight

But first, a severed arm

must pick another fight

Stick from stones his

final reach

For those who came

but could not preach.



He rose and rose

beyond defeat

Where lark and passing

cloud can meet

Now, a beacon on his

newly conquered hill

Gives all who struggle

hope, but more, the will.




                  Ps.

    RIP is only for those
   who died and remain
  dead, this poem is not
and obituary nor is it an
elegy, lament or requiem.

There is a tree in my garden

it is an oriental deciduous, a

Yahya, and right now it is in

a pre hibernating mode, but

next spring sap will rise and

when new buds replace last

years leaves, the secrecy of

shade will permit Palestinian

Sunbirds to perch, in peace.

Yahya Sinwar’s martyrdom

will bring the destruction of

Satan’s Synagogue, just as

did the execution of Irelands

1916 freedom fighters began

the beginning and the end of

the British Empire. Because

cause has many synonyms,

and bear in mind, that even

its antonym has an outcome.