He lived at zero degrees
latitude yet he yearned for
the arctic, but being stuck
in the middle between a
Berg and a cold place he
always thought of Hobson
and never made the choice.

Dr Bob changed the subject
when I asked him about youth
in Asia, but, then, he wasn’t
aware that I was a dyslexsick.

Captive audience
abscond during curtain call
lone limelight encore

I can’t hide from my
memory even in sleep

Dreams are days
Revisited

And nightmares are
untethered tinkers

Horses belonging to
The O’Driscoll Clan

And you daren’t say
a word about them

Or they’d kick seven
kinds of ***** out of ya.

.   Onomatopoeia echoes
        cuckoos copycat
    cicadas and crickets
  shift work back to back
mime rhyme mock mimic
  bark to bark tree to tree
      diurnal nocturnal
  morn to dark and back
                 to an
orchestrated dawn chorus

I can escape the darkness
with light
I can escape the loneliness
with company
I can escape the nightmares
with insomnia
I can escape the suffering
with alcohol
I can escape the addiction
with suicide
I can escape the ending
with a new beginning
I can escape the past with
a present from the future
I can escape 2024 by
fight and flight at midnight

There are only three
dates we remember.

Fools day our birthday
and New Year’s Day.

My sister was born on
the latter, back in 1963.

In Ireland if ‘twas a boy
or a child John or Jackie.

There was a lot of (Pope)
John’s too and John Paul’s.

I only ever met one Elvis
In my entire time in Ireland.

Speaking of anniversary’s,
we all recall the kings death.

And even though it was this
year, my sisters is forgotten.

But unlike the Memphis boy
she had a wooden heart!

Albeit the road less
traveled is the path
I found, what of it.

But for choosing the
wrong direction and
meeting a lost soul
such as I, my destin
would have been the
provenance she fled.

Now we are midway
between nowhere
and somewhere.

When I wake, I am
surrounded by mind
mischief telling me
how futile my life
is and it’s true, my
existence is a misery.

But I have to accept
the things I cannot change.

When Heaney was
asked, “what does it
take to be a great poet”
he responded, PAIN.

According to the diagnosis
there was no magic pill or
potion for his discomfort,
the prognosis was just write.

I was recently asked,
“why are you such a prolific poet”

It is because Bob is my doctor too.


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But there is no sanctuary
From western sanctions.

Such an ambiguous word
Having opposed meanings.

It can approve or disapprove
Pending on its pronunciation.

When the sanctimonious are
Out of inner sanctum’s, doom.

Yet donkeys get sanctified in
The sanctuaries of Ireland.

Benjamin Netanyahu
  Has been taken to
  Hospital in Tel Aviv.
  Rumour has it that
  He is toast, Hamas
   Sent a card saying
   “Get Butter Soon”.

New years resolution
  No more small talk
No more abbreviations
     No more emojis
    No more Tik Tok
  No more instagram
  No more facebook

      (‘< Duck Off <‘)

Down, without the S,
syndrome, is common,
especially at year end.

Christmas is not toll
free for anyone, it’s a
bridge we must cross.

When darkness comes,
chameleons of daylight,
gate crash our serenities.

Everything passes though
painfully slow, but all of
nature shares the anxiety.

Persevere pain, best wine
comes from vines which
grow on inclement ground.

Best vintages are stored
in dark cellars, improving
is a process, just you wait.

New Years Absolution

Anyone over the age of
sixty still believing they
can control their future
need to rethink the title.

There’s little difference
between Alzheimer’s
Amnesia self deception
and the lack of willpower.

Absentmindedness gets
us all in the early days of
our campaign to beat the
Ego, just try to fail better.

If your thought for
today is the same as
yesterday it is likely
tomorrow will be no
different this means
a state of constancy
which is permanency
hence the monotony
of a persistent present
that is in no way a gift
because it’s always now.

Denying the Palestinian
Holocaust is anti semitic

Spring Mount Dairy
and Wallace’s Buns
is what I recall about
primary school days.

Marts and markets,
bust on a pedestal
in O’Brien Street,
(and) the ESB pylon.

Kevin Ger McCourt
decided on Tuesdays
who’d be better off,
drinking, than driving.

Conveniently, first day
of all all our sentences
began next door before
the angelus, at Albert’s.




Ps

Albert Lynch’s pub
In Mallow Ireland
Is next door to the
Courthouse where
Kevin Ger McCourt
(A gentleman judge)
Did the best he could
To keep us out of harm.

Re writing a lost poem
is like assembling a jig
saw puzzle without the
box image as a template.

It is even worse, in some
Instances it’s no different
than putting it together
from the rear elevation.

All the pieces are there
but the sequence of events
has been totally erased
from one’s consciousness.

There are no corners from
where to commence, there’s
no sea scape, birds, no blue
sky just cloud and mental fog.

M 25 fog mist dew
Light bulb halos
Dimmed vision view

Slow down slow down
A warning flashing
Wipers rowing window washing

Horns blowing sirens bleating
Ambulance and brigades
Meeting

Pile up bus a truck and trailer
Delays relays
On loud hailer

Camper van coffee
2 pounds a cup
Awaiting crane to lift bus up

Every cloud
Has a silver lining
Canopy Al-Fresco dining

Roll up roll up
We’ve a W.C
Prostate people need to ***

We’ve also got toast
And it’s haut de gamme
We have Kerrygold and traffic jam.

I was born on a
Dyslexic island

Palindromicks
We’re known as

Bee loud glade
Solidarity people

An elegy on every
Headstone

Dark Rosaleen do
Not cry nor weep

No graves are deep
Enough for thought

If fear is the opposite
to faith does it mean
atheists are fatalistic?

Does face your fears
mean to give them an
identity, as in mirror?

Is nocturnal or diurnal
fear worse and do you
think they are related?

Does feel the fear but
do it anyway actually
help one with shyness?

Does those who knows
nothing fears nothing
mean Mensa's are sicko's?

Does I ink, therefore,
I AM BIC™ pentameter
mean a Prosody for stress?

According to
propagandar
  (‘<
Kitty,
Kim’s
Korean
Kat is a
Kami kaze
Kamouflaged
In Kursk
Kalashnikov
KKK
Kunte
Kinte
Kemo
Kebab
Kat *** trophy

I would never read
or indeed write a
rhyming poem about
depression because
iambic pentameter
is a composition of
unstressed and some
stressed syllables
which hints to me of
partial schizophrenia
bipolar or even autism
and I know everyone
knows that I only got
dissociative identity
syndrome, insomnia,
paranoia and tinnitus.

\                   G                R               E                E                N
R\
E \              W               H                I                T                 E
D /
  /                  B                L                A            ­   C                 K
/

A triangle points at Tel-
Aviv on the flag of Gaza.
Blood on blotting paper,
accusations in the wind.
A history in semaphore
of the Judaist Genocide.
Nakba 48 to Netenyahu
& his Holocaust of now.
Oh evil Gew how hated
thou hast been in history.
And how fitting a mascot
for you, INRI be, a nailed
up looser amongst thieves
abandoned by your God,
but not for the first time nor
be it the last instance neither.

It was many the time before
I became an alcohol atheist
that I was forced to put my
Guinness on the slate, and it
was a rare day that Kathleen,
our landlady, gave anyone a
drink on the house. I recall it
vividly when she decided that
the tab had gone through the
roof, my slate went missing.

Dedication To Genius

John Bradburne wrote
six thousand poems, a
Guinness World Record,
not that he was aware of
it. Prior to him it did not
exist. Some were typed
in a coup that he shared
with chickens. He would
be awoken by the rooster
every morning, that must
have been an early rise in
Harare, (‘< a doodle doo!

Fail, Fail Again, Fail better, is what The British deserve.
A dead empire having to share a Karma Kake without icing.
**** up the channel tunnel, now that they're out of the EU.
Sins of the father (retribution) deserving offspring of another age.

World War Tree

Shen    Yun
         is
Riverdance
        on
Chopsticks

Dews are the mists of Palestine,
their evaporation began Oct 7th
2023, and in December 2024, at
Dublin our fog of evil dissipated.

.            O          
         o  
    . ˚
(˚>

If I was a turkey
I'd be thinking
why they say 'ur
goose is cooked.

But in Kentucky
and also in Kiev
it's fried chicken,
the latter stuffed.

What really gets
me is when they
break wishbones,
(for expectations)

A carnivores birth
celebrated: why do
millions & millions
of herbivores, die?

Irish Wild Geese
fled to France to
escape Cromwell,
became Foie Gras.

And it was Geese
that saved Rome.
They did'n't get a
lot of thanks for it.

Let those who are not
opiated catholics skip
main courses, if not,
get your just deserts.

Because bird flu is on
the wing and P.E.T.A.
will have no pity for
a genocide of Goose's.

Remember the story
about killing the one
that lays the golden
() have you forgotten?

**** INRI, he should
be pulled from every
cross in Ireland, Viva
Palestina, Allah Akbar.




https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=90AAcSvJAl0



Ps

Ryan O'Leary is a
Vegan since 40 yrs.
And a Muslim 4.

At the race course the
bookies use a system
of transmitting betting
odds, they are known
as tic tac men, but what
is odd, there's no sound.

It's a sort of semaphore
in Tai Chi that only they
know about, but it is all
done with the hands just
like a clock, although they
are bell assisted at Angelus.

There is a saying in Ireland
the man who made time made
plenty of it but the man who
made twine made ***** of it, or
when time is killed the witness
is always the primary suspect.

The empathy box
has a hole in it and
all of the Christmas
compassion slipped
through the opening.

It is too late to contact
Santa Claus, so all we
can do is divvy up what
we have and share it out.

This year those who need
it the most are in Palestine
which is where Jesus was
born in Bethlehem but it’s
been bombed by the Jews.

Around the world
in deity ways with
Hindus Buddists
Sikhs and Jainist  
all adhering to a
vegetarian diet at
Christmas but the
Catholics will be in
the process (as we
speak) of slaughter
on a genocidal scale.
Yet, what a joy it is
to go their edifices
and see a crucified
carnivore bleeding.

My girlfriend has
often wondered
why I have never
been tempted by
her endearments,
[in preference to
 morning c(¡)ffee]
But, she prefers to
drink toasted milk!

I'll have a coffee, with
cream and one sugar
if I may!

You misinterpreted me,
it's Rory Suchet, he's on,
on RT, Russia Today, now.

sigh is  (((((((((
the    echo    of
)))))))))  inspire

Pourriture Noble
(in French).

The fungus is Botrytis cinerea,
subdivision Deuteromycotina.

Or in plain English
it is called NOBLE ROT.

Description of my poetry.
Awarded the Noble Prize.

When empires collapse
  colonists try to keep
  the colonised out by
 closing their borders.

    Sorry for knocking
   your door now, but
we have as much right
     to be here as you.

   The EU / NATO are
   a club of failed state
colonial nations using
collectivism for survival.

  Populist procurement
  of power is prohibited
and silencing expression
   is a last ditch attempt.

But there's a new weapon
of war which overwhelms
all at the disposal of those
 who cling to dominance.

It is between the brackets.

(                                             )

Imagine réveillez,
6 thousand scripts
on parade.

Dressed, versed,
rehearsed and all
individually named.

Yet none being sir,
nor not a one
being rank or file.

Volunteers of
vocation, voicing
for the silenced.

The Vagabond Of God,
shepherds letters, with
pen, and nib, on paper.


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Typeface Bold, is about John Bradburne the worlds most prolific poet.

He left behind 6,000 poems.[16] He is in the Guinness World Records for being in terms of lines of poetry alone, the most prolific poet in English. Comprising a total of 169,925 individual lines. Bradburne's output almost doubles that of William Shakespeare.[17] Most of his poems were written after 1968 and cover a wide range of spiritual, natural, elegiac and narrative subject matter. As he wrote his domestic letters largely in verse, new poems from the recipients are still occasionally found

When I was young
many the time I lay
awake because the
holy bible said that
death comes like a
thief in the night

Now that I am an
old atheist **** with
fear and insomnia
I curse the fox for
not stealing the rooster
every ****** morning

Putin issues Zelensky
with a warning, it is
surrender now or the
Kiev chicken will be
singed at the stake &
basted with a mother
Russia hot bott sauce.

It is only the non believers
fear a New Year Holocaust.

Convert now and God will
have you wishing in a flash.

Contact: jesus.ww3@nuke.is
& make 2025 a year to forget.

Remember, every mushroom
cloud lining is radiating silver.

The advantage is there is no
need for new year resolutions.

Robbie Burns knew what was
coming, his title was a metaphor.

So, pop next door, tell your olde
acquaintances to go & get ******.

.  Is it a cOincidence,

   is it etymOlOgical,

    is it an anOmaly,

         is it lOgical

   that there are twO

rOund access cOvers

  in every p O t h O l e

when we all knOw that

One wOuld be sufficient?


  But what is very Odd

   thOugh, is that there

       is an O in every

           line Of this

              p O e m.


          Trap dOOrs,

           mind hOw

              you gO

             nOt easy

                   tO








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                                 Daylight
Woke
                                 Escaped
Demons
                                 Shadow
Abandons
                                  Me
Repeat

If you can't hear the siren, it is Houthi
Because the blast off was close to Djibouti
They've developed a new Rocket  
In Tel Aviv they say Fock - It
And the Paddystinians have just called it a duty

NATO poked mother Russia,
didn't pull out in time, had a
dis-organism which is known
as a premature miscalculation.

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Polyneuropathy: Nerve damage that can cause pain, tingling, numbness, or weakness in the legs and hands, and difficulty breathing
Organomegaly: Enlarged liver, spleen, or lymph nodes
Endocrinopathy/edema: Abnormal hormone levels that can lead to diabetes, hypothyroidism, ****** problems, fatigue, and swelling in the limbs
Monoclonal protein: An abnormal protein produced by abnormal plasma cells in the bone marrow
Skin changes: Darkening, thickening, red spots, or increased ****** or leg hair
What Is POEMS Syndrome? An Overview
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An early sign of POEMS syndrome is papilledema, which is reported in 29–64% of patients. Papilledema correlates with poor prognosis.
Nerve pain is common in POEMS syndrome and can be treated with drugs such as amitriptyline, gabapentin, or pregabalin.



Ps.

According to my doctor
I am suffering from a rare
form of compulsory poetry
disorder with my current
count of 5,733 poems and the
Guinness book of records
holder John Bradburne had
6,000 composed at the time
of his death. As he is not there
to continue the challenge, I
will not take his record away
from him, but I will be exceeding
six thousand poems early 2025.

Throwing stones at a
doll's house is futile.    

This has been proven
by previous (little) men.  
            
Matryoshka's external
appearance is an illusion.

Obese, aged, incapacitated,
perception is deception.

Crimea was a caesarian,
the Donbass an abortion.

Kiev and Odessa are both
close to their gestation period.

Zelensky joined a parade of
puppet mastered parasites.

They all misread the passive
rumination of the Moss Cow.