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.

While a resistance is stationary

detouring is always a possibility.

But when a coil spring is pressed,

there’ll be an inevitable response.


Gaza went from the solitary H of

Hamas to a 2 H Hezbollah/Houthi,

thus encircling those who were the

original cartographers of the corral.

.  If Braille could squint out

      through this mornings

   window, he’d be surprised

    to see water buds dotting

the rear side of a pellucid page.


   Our deciduously decorated

  forecourt is a coded jigsaw, of

which we are unable to decipher.

Foliage on the foolscap, dunce'd

   by a lifetime of urbanisation.


Sheared sheep stand sentinel,

horses New Zealand'ly rugged

in Romney Marsh and Merino,

nickering amongst themselves,

downwind of an unuttered Ha Ha.


Hen is on her own, **** of the

walk and doodling as one does

in retirement, clocks going back

soon, roost earlier, longer nights,

  always the up side of winter.


Bluebell hob nobs on the AGA,

whilst, both Arthur and Henry  

Labradoriously share a settee,

attentively listening for the belfry

and the clamour of food bowls.




Staverton Hall is in Nottinghamshire
near the town of Daventry, where we
are currently minding a menagerie of
sheep horses two dogs a cat and 1 hen.

Google Staverton Hall,

I think that night thoughts
are not as dependable as
those of the day.

Am I correct?

I ask, because most nights
I want to suicide, but after A.M.
and coffee, that feeling is gone.

Wilde said, I am an atheist
by day and a Catholic at night.

Yin is the dark side
Yang is the bright

The latter being day
The former is night

In French the moon is La Lune = Feminine*
But the the sun is Le Soleil = Masculine

What do The Samaritans have to say
about my initial question?

Any why do I have this wish to terminate
my life at night only?

Does this mean that all of nights thoughts
should be ignored?


Ps.

When I get the response, I will publish here

time now 19:12 pm Friday October 18th

I am in UK but sent question to Ireland as I

am Irish and I tend to confuse the English.

Evolution revolution
born      live           die
reincarnation   nation
roots    trunk       bark
branch  twig     leaves
but  always     returns
this is why    Palestine
will never be defeated.

.       How Many Leaves
   Live And Die On A Tree?


  What appeared a frenzied

   attack, but without a bark

   mark, it was Autumn, the

  sly intruder. So leaves are

  taking in the hue of her lips

  just now, kissed with colour

and were I the wind i’d blow

the scarves of Bohemia round

and round like the arms of a

1,000 lovers & wait till Spring,

when windfalls are reseeding

from the fertile heart of his

unbreakable spirit, it is then

we will re-foliate the tree of

   our Palestinian resistance.


                  ?

   200,000 is an average.


Yahya Sinwar was just 1.

.  Oct 22nd is when the viper$

  venom will be extracted, and

Dow will go down on Mrs Jones.

Then, Kazan, king of the jungle,

will trample on Josep Borrell's

  manicured, beloved, garden.

From where olive trees,
grove

From where the sunbird
sang

From where her interred
remains, echo

From where the seismic
earth, will flourish

From where a Palestine
unfree,

Can never allow an Israel,
to know peace

Poetry is the initial draught

of gale force winds, a poem

is the archive documenting

events metaphorically which

poets achieve by hiding from

spotlights whilst sitting on top.

.  /-/ezbollah
  /-/outhi
/-/amas
/-/ormuz


People may not be
aware, but Hormuz
is the most lethal of
the 4 haches by far.

Once Iran blocks
this choke point it
will ******* all of
the evil* economies

The strait is only
20 kilometres wide
but the shipping
lanes are a mere 3.

This artery could be
halted with bows and
arrows, it is a bowel
with room for 1 ****.

Iran will **** it up
like a constipated
intestine and there
will be no laxative,

Debt to America
DebtTo Britain
Debt to France*
Debt to Zionism

It was yesterday the village
clock stopped, midday too,
such a slow tolling angelus.

Curfew, funeral knell, there
can be explanation, but I'm
certain it was superstitious.

When today finally came, we
had zero time for the present,
the horologist did, tomorrow!

I have been flagged
for 'not' self censoring.

The minced press people
just shredded my poem.

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First off, how can Israel
tout to be secular when
they state that it is the
promised by God, land.

Secondly, how can 30%
of the Jewish residents
therein (who claim to be
agnostic) justify staying.

Thirdly, there is no place
for atheism either, as is
professed by another 12%
of their squatter population.

When foreskins are severed
  noses pick up the slack.

  That is what Webster’s
etymology calls a *******.

Which, as you can see, aptly
    describes Netenyahu.

‘Twas from Haifa in Israel I ran
When sounds of the siren began
This swarm from the east
Got loud and increased
As white Y fronted jocks turned to tan


October 1st 2024

Voices of opposition are
advance recorded echoes
for public consumption
after the authorization of
premeditated atrocities by
their allied proxy, to whom
they’ve given a carte blanche,
bearing the White House Seal
of approval, for The Evil Ones

The Brits should send Zionists

to the Falk-lands

The world would rejoice,

and applaud hands

Grazia, por favore, even Prego

If you send them to Tierra Del Fuego

It’s where Satan fries chips

But there's no PG Tip's

Just Arabica, and Maradona Diego.

The difference between
America and a miracle is
when iron domes turn to
sieves or when a liberty
statue drops her torch in
the relay race against Iran
or when the candelabra is
blown out by wings of the
Hezbollah swarms or when
thin blue lines can delineate
or when Yemen don’t give a
Houthi or when Hamas is no
longer a pig tale, it’s Grimm!

I was not advised of Jacquelines death,
not until the day after she was cremated,

Mervyn rang me and said it was her
request that Finn should not be told.

So, from Tuesday to Tuesday I was
purposely deleted from their minds.

What is rather amazing is that she was
not buried, I have my suspicions about it.

People should know, Colum Condon had a
trophy funeral, look at what I brought back.

I know for a fact that he made no such
request to be maggot’ed in Mallow.

This was a conspiracy between my mother
and Jacqueline, sure I know, I was well aware.

The story was that he wanted to be buried
with the (Noble) Owens family in St Gobnats.

At that time (his so called desire) had the
futuristic presumption of Jackie joining him.

He was destined to have a state funeral in
Dublin, not a drag hunt down to ******* Cork.

Don’t you find it poetic justice that she ended
cremated in Dublin, (dubiously) at her own wish?

I was told that a photograph of me was issued
to a security firm, lest I turned up at Mt Jerome!

There is more to all of this than is currently known
to the public, but as I was de noble’d I will talk.

When my brother Pat died, the Noble Owens
family insisted that I dress properly for the funeral.

I can recall one of them saying, “We’ve got to do
this right” (It was another show piece for the town)

A suit was procured for me (I never possessed one)
but not only that, I was given a black funeral coat.

What was/is amazing about that, is that it was Pat’s
overcoat and nobody thought to search the pockets.

I found a letter (and perhaps) it was because it was
unopened it was still there, nobody would have kept it.

For years I have been debating what to do with it
but that could change anytime now, Is it a book?

Best first that I circulate this missive and let those
who told me not to contact them again, STEW.

.       Une Maison D’etre


Un jour peut-etre, mais, pour

  le moment,  je suis content

  rester chez Staverton Hall,

meme si juste le gardiennage.

Je suis en train faire un peut

de recherche sur la maison.


So, what is a drawing room?

How naive of me to think it

was quiet space for artists.

It is in fact, a withdrawing

room where the occupants

retreated after vacating the

dining room, for relaxation.


In Ireland, we never had the

luxury of a parlour, well, not

in the literal sense of the term.

But without realising it, we did

converse as though we had one.

The etymology of Parlour comes

from the French verb Parler which

means to talk, Je Parle. etcetera.


The Larder predates fridges and

was situated against the shadowed

side of the house which is against

the inner side of north facing walls

as it was coolest. Here was where

meat was covered in Lard to prevent

it from going rancid, it was often stored

in a safe, (not the same as for money).

Lard, comes from olde French Larde

which is the joint of an animal 14th Ct,


The Pantry again owes its origins to the

French, as it come from the word Pain

(pronounced pan) and again, it was an

area allocated for the storage of flour.

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Hopefully you found this as interesting

as I did doing the research.

Ps.

Staverton Hall is in Nottinghamshire
where I am currently house sitting.
It is a Georgian House, Google it.

BRICS And Mortar
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Uncle Sam is about
To be moth walled.

Debt to America on
Oct 22nd In Kazan.

BRITS to follow suit
The end of F.UK.US.

Vlad is Putin on the
BLITZ and so is Kim.

The worker bees and the
drones decided to swarm
the camp of the terrorists.
While they were dining in
their iron dome protected
area, enjoying hot bagels
the humming sound could
be heard Yuga **** was
what they thought flight of
the bumble bee is what it
seemed initially, but then
as it got closer and louder
the smell of petrol was in
the air, migrating birds it’s
that time of the year, then

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Iran's strike on
Israel is known
as The Karmada

I’m from Oxford, my name is Morris
My girlfriend’s from Cambridge, she is Doris
But she used to be Austin
Had a carb change in Boston
So she now has a Weber, ****-oris

You sold us a colander
And said ‘twas a dome
An Eskimo igloo would
Make a far better home
Now you’ve convinced
Us to invest in a THAAD
But we’re beginning to
Think it’s just another fad
Meanwhile the Persians
Are flying here on rugs
They can’t be detected
They’re like ******* bugs
Swarms of them coming
Like locusts and gnats
We can’t even see them
We are  blinded as bats
We are the Jews and we
have been chosen by God
But those rag heads are
Making a joke, it’s a cod.

.                    Mother care only goes up to 10.

                      it’s not the size you *******.


                      Israel has ordered 6,000,000

                       pairs from Uncle Samantha

                       to be delivered by FED UPs.


                       Ha ha, Iran has but the ****

                         crossways in them, bravo.

                          Benjamin Netenyahu has

                         asked Genocide Joe Biden

                          for something a THAAD

                             better than the Iron

                           colander which he said

                           was just about as good

                                as a hat of *****.

It’s as though we own the place

the earth I mean, but in reality

we have no rights to any of it.

We are trespassers in the sea

in the air in the forest and rivers.

We are squatters, thieves, ruiners

of nature, we are greedy and when

the first nuclear bomb explodes, we

Refugees from Ireland in
1649 had nowhere to go.

Almost a million perished
at the hands of the English
Tommy’s led by Cromwell.

This predates the genocide
of 1847 when yet another
million died, but with some
relief, as on this occasion an
amount who could escape
did, to France and America.

George Bernard Shaw said
that our cells "never forgot".

It's in our DNA and anyone
who begrudges refugees
entering the country has to
be suspect, especially those
expatriated, ones who have
zero connection with Ireland
but for nostalgia and regret
for not having a home there.

They are like the dog with a
bone, they didn't want it for
themselves, therefore nobody
else is entitled to it either.

How pathetic, no, how sad,
or worse, how mean spirited,
hold on, I mean despicable.

Both Purgatory/Limbo are
closed and Heaven’s gate
has a sign which prevents
Muslim and Black African
refugees from finding asylum.

To Hell or to Connaught is
what Oliver Cromwell told
the native Irish at the siege
of Drogheda in 1649, when
a Gaza genocide occurred.

When ever a civilisation or a
culture collapses, there was
always one condition present,
they forgot where they came from.
How can "we" of all peoples forget?

Ireland does not have the right
to be racist or xenophobic, we
have no right to create a border either,
we have no right to our own freedom,
unless, we go and save those hiding in Hell.

Pleas appeals, cries for help,
silence, all need to be aired.

Voice an opinion for those
unable to express themselves.

Put their screams on paper,
become their abetting echoes.

Those who listen but not hear,
can also see without believing.

I task you, with the weight of
empathy, distribute it equally.

Spread the word, it’s with your
support, causes are kept alive.

. .                          Dear God

                 Mediterranean to the left
                     Muslims to the right

                      Latani to the north
                Red Sea south, is in sight

          You have broken your promise God
                 This is not the land of Nod

             Where is all the milk and honey
          Gold and silver and endless money

             We all want to make a change
         You know, Israel for a fair exchange.

                                Dear Jew

             But you are hated by everyone
             So finding a place will be no fun

       You're seen as the epitome, of vilest evil
  Some say you're possessed, even by the Devil

          I know I’m God and can do all things
  But when you’re mentioned, a death knell rings

  St Brendan suggested that I build you an Island
         Out in the Atlantic, "but not near Ireland"

      Leave it with me, but if you don’t hear back
     Make friends with Hamas and have the Craic.

Just imagine out of the blue
you find yourself standing
by a giant map, staring at
what resembles a miniature
hot air ballon which is stating
that “You Are Here” right now
in the midst of a civil war with
famine and Sir Bob Geldof has
been given a silent knighthood.

Across the Red Sea the Houthi
are fighting for two survivals,
their own and the Palestinians,
while F.UK.US and the evil ones
are focusing on a much broader
theatre of destruction with a little
help from their friends EU know who.

Just imagine that you finally woke up
and found yourself in this predicament.

This is what happened to all of those
currently in this and these crises.

                 Just Imagine.

These people will soon be refugees
knocking at the door of your country.

                 Just Imagine.

               It could be you.

It is where women’s
cooperatives stitch
together rainbows.

It is where they dip
and dye and blend
then mix the ocres.

It is where reflected
colours illuminate an
aurora borealis sky.

It is where black lives
matter, but everyone
has Sudan'ly forgotten!

The Irish call Guinness a Hebrew

Yet in England PG Tips is a tea brew

They drink it with scones

While they talk on their phones

But the Paddy's have theirs with a corkscrew

When Mrs Richter faked an
       ((((((((******))))))))
Charles quaked in his boots

Light wakes in dark house
When earth quakes Charles Richter wakes
Ship wakes the Dead Sea

Holocaust season one
was directed by ******
produced by the Nazis.

Holocaust season two
directed by Netenyahu
produced by the I.D.F.

.              A day will come when
                 the wings of my nib
                   will be separated
                    points changed
                   I will be derailed
                 forced into a siding
                   where but an ink
                       stain will be
                            legible

Origin Of The Story

Bram Stoker barbecued a
pheasant in The Phoenix Park.
While it roasted, he went to the
Guinness Tap, for a quick one.
On return Cinderella was there.

“I think it is Icarus” she said,
and proceeded to give him
a *******. Bram wasted no
time, a matter of urgency, he
offered to help with his poker.

Then suddenly, a miraculous
renaissance, as sooty the bat
rose up from the embers into
leaden Irish rain clouds. The
Count Dracula was conceived.

.                     • - •      
        
Morse minor met Louis Braille
at a wet tee shirt completion.
Louis said dot dot, then it was
Samuel’s turn, he made a dash.

If now has no place in the past,
or future, then why was I never
allowed to open the present on
Dec 24th but wait until the 25th?

The forensic experts were
baffled, so they contacted
Elkhart Tolle to assist them.
According to his assessment
The timer was set in the past
But it was post dated primed
to explode in the future and
Considering that today was
His birthday it was inevitable
That he’d open the present, it
Is known as the power of \\|| / /

Would you mind explaining
To me what happens to a
Sound made in the now if
It has an echo, because I
Was lead to believe that
They have no future or past.
Galileo Aristotle & De Vinci
Were synonymous about
The ability of sound to pass
Through a substance but
Nobody has explained that
If they are made in the now
They should stay in the now
And if they leave the now are
They momentarily in the future
And when they come back from
There are they in the past.

A pen is a pale but with
nib, it is a syringe from
which we inject words
on a page, because it’s
necessary to inoculate
the populous against a
consensuel acceptance
of the MSM opiat ions
which are delivered by
a subliminal system via
anode/cathode ray tubes.

.                   Be it Famine
                     A Genocide
                    Or Holocaust

                     They’re just
                      A name for
                      The same

                        That all
                         Fit the
                         Frame

                       For what
                       Was and
                        What is

                           And
                         What’s
                           Lost

.   Thé récite Knight is no
    longer a court jester, he
    is currently our town crier.

    On global stages, pearls
    of wisdom, lined in prose,
    condemnations, by parole.

    Metaphor, simile, innuendo,
    intimations and accusations,
    loud words, yet, gently spoken.