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.

All my poems are bespoke

                           it seams, as reading is not a

stitch, on hearing them read.

                            Can’t beat a good yarn and

a well woven tale is tops.

                          Point to point paterns emerge

just as top notch patches.

                           Pockets of made to measure

interlining fusing hems

                            off the cuff remarks but do not

forget it’s for dolly birds too.

                             Just give me a blank canvas

because I am a blazer

                               bias! no, bi swing back, yes,

balance, I am what’s known

                             as the alteration tailor of truth.

The only thing that punches
a hole in the flat earth theory
are rainbows and iron domes.

In Ireland, the Leprechauns
were distilling illicit alcohol in
copper pots mixed with mead.

There was no gold, it’s a myth
and the hallucinogenic colours
were due to a proof of over 100%.

In Tel-Aviv recently they watched
the solar system fall close to their
billion $ bomb proof observatory.

But because it was at night they
never got got to see the rainbow.
Yet, the aurora borealis was lovely.

Barbra Streisand was going to sing
a star is born (metaphor for Israel)
it had to be postponed, until later.

This was due to calls for an abortion
as the scan revealed a fœtus flaw and
that the Bibi could become a monster!

Salman Rushdie wrote
satanic verses then he
suffered an eye for an
eye in accordance with
Jewish biblical karma.

I have been rhyming
about the chosen ones
and guess what, I got
tinnitus in my left ear
because I have no teeth.

.        We see no evil
         We hear no evil because
         We speak in Hebrew

.      Contrary to MSM this day
       marks the end of Israel’s
       terrorization of Palestine
       which began back in the
       last century lest we forget.

       Persecution of those who
       are the rightful owners to
       what Zionists call their
       promised land, is ongoing
       yes, but it’s a renaissance.

       The evil ones are trying
       to distract the world with
       their poor me’es but that
       script had been rejected
       and the truth has escaped.

       The gap between deniers
       and doubters has narrowed
       because nobody believes a
       word of what we were told,
       not after the Gaza genocide.

.            We have never met, yet
             I know everything about
             you, but, as the address
             is ever changing, I don't
             know where to send mail.

             Your last letter arrived but
             I am sad to say it was not
             legible, our postman said
             the stamp was missing is
             the blood stain from you?

When I was a wee lad
poorly in spirit, feeble,
a weakling who had to
be toughened, despite
no ability to complete
with other spermatozoa
that also crossed the
same finishing line as
myself, which gave me
no excuse for difference.
I was a flat battery, with
no power, but I revolted.

The Early Word Catches The Forum

.          It seems obvious that
           spraying WD40 in the
           mechanism had zero
           effect in unlocking the
           Middle East impasse.

           Diplomacy can’t work,
           because Genocide Joe
           is a Zionist who wants to
           take more of the jungle
           and gift it to the garden.

           Where’s Band Aid, when
           it’s needed, one may ask?
           Nowhere, that’s because
           The Silent Knight has a
           Jewish sounding Sir name.

George Bernard Shaw
"Cells never forget".
(Pain* before empathy)
is a well proven equation.

This is why our Celtic
nation is understanding,
it is why we recognise
plight and also Palestine.

Tell me this, how could
Jews forget the 1945 (pain*)
this quickly, considering,
we Irish vividly recall 1847.

       William Butler Yeats
"Peace comes dropping slow".
Slow enough to reach out and
grasp it, but not with closed fists!




Ps

A Prayer in poetry for peace
between Muslim and Jew, it
can be achieved, just as we Irish
and the British embraced the
Good Friday Agreement.

Forgive, lest we forget,

           for what?


     7th October 2024

Are You A Poet
Or A Journalist ?


I don’t do any
Iambic pentameter

But I do do simile
and metaphor

No refrains and
I never use Like

Current affairs
I do engage in

Concise impressions
is my forte

I think I am a bit of
both, journalist and

What was the question
again?

.      Nobody recites poetry
       anymore, even songs,
       the buskers read from
       phones & mime on TV.

       I am the exact opposite,
       I still utilise my memory,
       Shaw said, an Irishman is
       nothing but his imagination.






Ps

Early words
    catch
the forums.

.          It seems obvious that
           spraying WD40 in the
           mechanism had zero
           effect in unlocking the
           Middle East impasse.

           Diplomacy can’t work,
           because Genocide Joe
           is a Zionist who wants to
           take more of the jungle
           and gift it to the garden.

           Where’s Band Aid when
           it’s needed, one may ask,
           nowhere, that’s because
           The Silent Knight has a
           Jewish sounding sir name.

.             I can remember a
              day in September
                 when October
                 seemed so far
                        away
                But those who
                    forget will
                 always regret
                   because of
                   prices that
                  they’ve got
                       to pay.

Israel is fcuked, they thought
Iran was still in last century.

But flakes in their snow dome
rose like frightened pigeons.

Then the dust settled and in
Tel Aviv they’re out of diapers.

A magnet called to see the iron dome
Knock knock, is there anyone at home
A faint voice from within
Said in Hebrew, I’m tin
And my walls are as fragile as foam

A mosque is the same shape as a dome
Yet in Islam they don’t say shalom
In Tel Aviv it is iron
With a bell like a siren
But when it rings, there is no one at home

I wrote to Pope Francis in Rome
With a prayer for the Tel Aviv dome
Dear god I request
And it is my behest
That Iran will return it to loam

.             October first has been
             nominated international
              Dome Day, by the Irish
            poetic justice department.

           Benjamin Netenyahu along
            with genocide Joe Biden
           will be presented the prize
              at the Omar Khayyam
                  institute in Tehran.

                (in the presence of)

                The Proscribed Poet.

.  We all remember, September eleven
   Not just because, it rhymes with heaven
   But the infidels, got a chance to taste
   Of how it felt, to those, they’d laid waste.

   A year today, silver clouds were laden
   As history repeated, on October seven
   When Al-Aqsa flew, o'er the Evil Ones
   Earth wind and fire, and blazing guns.

.           I have never celebrated
           my own birthday and I
           never will so long as it
           coincides with tragedy.

           The candelabra symbol,
           is as abhorrent to me as
           mushroom clouds over
           Hiroshima and Nagasaki.

           Anniversaries of all the
           deaths inflicted by evil
           empires and laterally by
           Zionists, it is sickening.

           Israel, you don’t get to
           cry wolf and **** sheep
           in the same fields that
           you squat and occupy.

           Biblical references are not
           in land survey/deeds, the
           promised land has no title,
           not yours go - - - - yourselves.

.     Ireland had its own Nakba
     at the Hands of the English,
       with a little help from the
         Scott’s and the Welsh.

If I was Palestinian I would write an epic poem without one solitary  abbreviation or full stop on the longest roll of paper ever fabricated stretching from Ramallah to Tel Aviv all the way through Gaza and as it passed by the towns and villages the dispossessed could stand and watch my peloton of fiery words and fan its Ignited Detonator Fuse

.           Interpol regulators are
            putting APB’s on poets
            with empathy for Gaza.

             Anti Semantic is what
             the charge is, and our
             poetry will be deleted.

             [Government Warning]
             reading or reproducing,
             even, reciting, is illegal!

.    I could go and deface a
     fence with my grievances

     I could go into a forest
     and speak to the trees

     I could tell a grapevine
     or go and talk to the wall

      I could go to a priest
      privacy of the confessional

     I could go to Alcoholics
     Anonymous and share

     But who you see here
     What you hear here

     When you leave here
     Let it stay here, is pointless

     Because a wider audience
     Needs to listen to my poem

     How else can I convey
     The plight of Palestinians?







Ps

Ink blobs are indelible tears
and blotting paper will not
  suffice as a handkerchief

Iran
You ran
He she and it ran
We ran
You plural ran
They ran

.   Genocide Joe is going ballistic
    but a nuke in New York will be
    a statistic
    Perhaps one in London on the
    night of Guy Fawkes
    And another in Paris to silence
    the hawks
    Oh what a joy to see the WASP’s
    stung
    And Benji Yahoo by the ***** he
    is hung.

Iran rain mist dews

Hurricane Al-Aqsa floods

From river to sea

The whole world is rejoicing,
in song they are voicing, evil
Jew go and find a new home.

Your greed and your hate will
bring the same fate and your
empire will fall just like Rome.

.              Always expected
               the long awaited
               much anticipated
               season two of the
               Oily Crust finally
               begun with some
               of the original cast
               but introducing a
               new director with
               subtitles in Persian.
               Audiences around
               the world applaud
               what some say was
               the best fireworks
               display ever seen.

While Israel is being
  botox’ed by Hamas
  Hezbollah & Houthi.

  Iran just presented
  an incentive for the
  two state solution.

  America has been
  using duct tape as
  the bonding agent.

  The Brits thought
  ye olde boss stick
  would do the job.

  The French opted
  for super gluten, a
  derivative of dough.

  But Vlad was of a
  different mindset,
  Putin on the blitz.

We are the
      champignons
                of the world

.   The Jews hid their jewels in a dome
     It was iron though built by a gnome
     But the Persians on rugs
     Made them all look like mugs
     Now Palestine is no longer their home

.       Surely a misspelling,
       yet, perhaps not.

       Because it has an
       electric fence around
       the perimeter and a
       gate sign warning.
       Entry At Own Risk.

       I get it, it’s a metaphor,
       for past and future.

.        They want riparian rights
          to everything even rain if
          that were possible. Suez
          was on the bucket list of
          rivers along with Jordan
          but the prize is Latani to
          the north. Surround us by
          water from the Red Sea
          via the Ben Gurion canal
          on to the Mediterranean.
          The island of Israel being
          their Zionist dream which
          is turning into a nightmare,
          and rightly so, evil *******.

.      There are those I would
       like to rebuke
       Because a man’s got to
       do, said the duke
       No I’m not going ballistic
       my crystal ball is holistic
       And it’s saying that it’s
       time for a nuke

.                $ H € K £ L

.        All double EdgdE words
         are strange palindromes,
         they’re not found in drawers
         nor in books, but in homes.

         They are writ on my mirrors
         though some think they’re errors,
         but I have a license,
         to make them fit, in my poems.

EC (((((((((((((((((((((
                                 )))))))))))))))))))))))))))OH


Audible illusion of grapevine semantics with
an optical perception of a visual deception !




Language has no limitations so long as echoes are permitted access to the walls
of free speech but since the prosecution of
Bill Poster artistic expression is muted.

}   I can $€£ a cras# coming @ the + by the •

& the * people share of accountability is 100%

A low branch of a willow
could hardly be accused
if eavesdropping on a
conversation between
the brook a bridge and
it’s banks. Heated at
times over an ancient
Droit de Passage which
according to the banks,
was no longer applicable
since the advent of the
free market economy
and privatisation. The
bridge was charging a
toll so why should your
water pass under the arch
without a levy, was the
banks argument. The
Brook said it was up to
thé bridge and not the
banks to demand a passage
Tax.


I was only parked for the
Night here, so I have no
Idea how this is going to end.
For the sake of journalism we
Should stay I suppose.

.   Oh that but my life’s
    turbulent wake, that
    crease of self harm,
    sealed, and calmed
    to a sea of tranquility.

    Oh for the wisdom of
    hindsight and not red
    rag the winds with my
    sails arrogance, filled
    with an invisible enemy.

    Oh but for this tacking
    course I charted, never
    yielding or conceding to
    forces of nature greater
    than all my persistence.

    My genuflecting bow has
    been keel hauled in surf,
    my decks waterboarded
    yet I refused to let go my
    feeble grip of the tiller.

    A stern faced insistence
    without a moral compass
    to guide me, still, I search
    for that elusive tranquility,
    on the island I left, and lost!

Netenyahu said Israel is
not a flimsy spiders web,
it has strings of indestructible
steel, but look at what
happened to horse of
the apocalypse when he
went to trample on the
neighbours magnetic field!

      Ω  Ω

      Ω  Ω

They plucked the wings,
and caged the bird, then
cast their mantle, on it.

But from one plume, her
song was read, then on the
flood borne wind, was writ.

When bomb quake
      cities silence,
seismic sentences
           sound.

I Dont’s & I Do

I don’t want to live
in a county that has
nuclear power plants

I don’t want to live
in a country that has
a mosquito problem

I don’t want to live
in a county that has
excessive heat/cold

I don’t want to live
in NZ. So what about
Ireland? Yes, yes,I do!

.       Shadow shade, unlit darkness,
        rain, long after it stops. Falling
        leaves acorns cones chestnuts.

        Squirrel crow pigeon droppings,
        Jackson *******’d solar panels.
        No moon, or starry starry night.

        Satellite interruptions, loss of 4G,
        so, as you can see, ‘twas the only
        one free and I’m under that tree!!