.           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!

It is time for a Uber U-turn

    Liz Truss has a lesson to learn

      She can't balance the books

         With the figures he cooks

  But was Kwasi the one to discern?

When Enrico’s Olde Horse
Was Too Old to work, he was
turned out by his master.

It is a quote from a book when
we were at primary school and
perhaps what first signalled that
I was a Socialist, humanist,
naturalist, poet, herbivore as
observed and stated at one of
my book launches, by James Kennedy
the Ex Mayor of Mallow and current
contestant as a councillor.

I would love to know from whence
the quote came from, especially
now that I am in the same position
as Enrico’s Horse, the metaphor for
Enrico being The Fine Gael Government.

It is a very important lesson that has
taken me a lifetime to learn.

Ps


Proposed book title about the abuse
of the elderly " The Knackers Yard ".

The author is currently learning
how to **** whilst walking.

Mourning after Brexit
The Black Widows of
BRUK in fishnet veils
be down by Dover to
watch an ebbing tide.

While en français
across the pond from
whence the Gallstone
did abscond, enfin, enfin,
will be their narquois snide.

Did you know that Saint Patrick is attributed with
banishing the snakes from Ireland.
Personally I think that they should be brought back,
because when you have snakes, there are no rats.

God grant me the amenity
To reject the things I cannot exchange
Storage to arrange the things I can
And a woman to know the reference

There has got to be a more poetic
way to express one's infatuation
for her, other than saying that,
I am in love. She must have had
a lifetime of sensual suitors who
were seduced by her beauty. If
one were to take a page out of
Antonio's book, regard beyond
the enticing, of Portia's caskets,
it is there you'll find those grains
of flour, yeasted by her fondness.

                  <>

For Sheila Fitzpatrick
Owner of ABC Organic
Bakery English Market
City of Cork Ireland.

Two bottle necks meeting at the
same intersection in Mallow.

At least, the river has sense
enough to flow one direction,

Cork Council has no jurisdiction
over that, Heaven forbid!

One would assume that evolution
is not in evidence, therefore, familiarity

might be contributing to the illusion
of nothing's changed, so why alter it.

Ant tracks are the closest analogy one
could use as a visual example, or simile.

En passant traffic, pausing periodically
proximate, for a petit tete a tete, en route.

Mallow Bridge is a meeting place, where
people come to pass the time, literally.

Unfortunately, The Blackwater view is
obstructed, by imposing granite walls.

What if, we rallied for rails, those red lights
would no longer command our attention!


          <>


Mallow Bridge 1853
two lanes for horse carriages
and a pedestrian walkway.

There has just been an
announcement over the
intercom in 2 languages.

Chien Perdu, Dog Lost.

Attention Attention, a
photo of Arly has been
posted at the Pursers
office, if anyone knows
of his whereabouts, can
you please contact us.

Hmmm, I say to that, he
is no loss, noisy little runt.

Hope the Gulls got him.


Time now 12:56 C.E.T on
board Connemara en route
to Cork from Santander.
12th November 2018.

Willie wrote to Santa Claus
requesting a Waterman™
for Christmas.

It rained a lot on the Eve,
back in Kerry.

On the morning of the 25th
Willie was awakened to a
tapping of glass from the
outside of his upstairs window.

He quickly stepped out of bed
on to a wool rug that went Baa.

It was a half dead sheep washed
up from the river (with blue markings)

Immediately, Willie put two and two
together, Chimney flooded, Santa
climbed up to give him his present!

Over he went, excited as anything,
opened the window and there was
Mickey Nugent in a rescue canoe.

Willie said, " There has been a mistake
Mickey, I asked for a Waterman™ and
not a fireman, **** off and take that
****** sheep up to Billy Mullane ".

Tadgh Sé was Seacht when he discovered
Dara and Beirt behind a Trí.

Naoi, he said when they told him to get
Ocht.

Dó Dó Driscoll was summoned, he took
none of their nonsense.

Deich Ban Garda arrived with Aon, his first
day in Mallow, he asked, “ Who’s getting Náid “?

Cúig we join in, we don’t Ceathair about Amhain
off, besides, high time someone Ochtar.

Ps.

This is a colloquial poem in Irish and English
mixed, I don't expect many readers to understand.

Jour de Poisson
en France.
In the UK they
say, fools day!

He-Haws, is
how they are
often described
by the media.

Bankers, Accountants,
MP's Mep’s, PM’s Royals
Lords, Ladies, Gentlemen
Peers, Toffs, Tossers.


Cabog's, gobshites,
ignoramuses, mug's,
clowns, jerks, clots,
muggins, cuckoos.

But imagine, The British
only dedicate one solitary
day in every year to all
of these ****** eejits.

It’s our aspirations which
make us unhappy.

Just like wet dreams,
the real imagined.

Lower expectations,
accept consequences.

We demand too much
of our leaders,

And lest we forget, we
are subjects, not citizens.

God save our Queen, at
least we have one.

Look at the French, no
role model for anything.

No aristocrats means
a common denominator,

Which as one can see
had to be set below low.

Be happy you are British,
hope less, you are more.

I can remember my grandmother
     taking eggs from under a hen
    and on the way back, squirting
        milk from the udder cow.
      Srish srash, srish srash into
           a galvanised bucket.

    Out on the sill, souring lactose
       looked like a white brain in
     preserving fluid and together
    with the chickens yolk, took on
     the same colour, as the house
               of yellowed ochre.

      The mixing bowl resembled a
      world war one soldiers helmet,
     with near escapes of hen pecked
        enamel and skirmishes with
                 under fed dogs.

       Hands hauled sifted flour in
         memorised cup-holds,
           salt, a pinch in haste,
               a curse removed,
             a shoulder blessed.

         Fire, of turf, which smoke
       the walls and time caressed.
       Soda rising, raisins bursting,
    window cooling, dough to crust.

The difference between
what is real and is false,
is that the Irish genocide
truly occurred, but there
is n,ooo,ooo,ooo evidence
to substantiate the figures
for plagiarised versions.

A candle flickered
and lied about its
height,
but tear dropped
grease and waning
wax exposed the
threadbare trite.


ps.

We are in County Wick^Low
now, minding a pair of Donkeys.

At a dinner dance for dogs at
Derrybeg in County Donegal,
a sign at the door instructed
each and every species, to
undo their *** holes and hang
them in the cloakroom on
hooks provided.

This was of course, as a result
of the previous years mess on
the dance floor.

All the dogs respected the
request and everything was
going fine, without incident,
until a Dalmatian got into an
argument with a Dachshunde.

During the fracas, a kerosene
lamp was knocked to the floor,
before long, the hall was ablaze.

Smoke filled the corridors, panic
set in, barking howling is all one
could hear as all the dogs rushed
to the cloakroom picking up the
first ******* they could find.

That is why, to this day, in Ireland,
one can see canines in the parks
sniffing other dogs derrieres in
an effort to find their own.

Re-vision
    Euro
  ( 2020 )

Mmmmm
Messi,
especially
when it
comes to
Dough
even
Ron-
Al-
Do.
Because
now he has
Turin over
to the Juve's
in Italie,
easier to
get a pound
of flesh !

Ask Portia.

It rained a bit in the night,
forest foliage and leafless
trees with water buds did
weep.

Down the side of an Oak,
trickles of a mossy dew
pooled at the root junction,
where our dogs drank from.

Not long after, when we
exited into an adjacent
field, their woofing began, it
must have been the bark juice !

Means if you go on holidays
and it rains a lot in a place where
you were guaranteed sunshine,
they will give you a free sun
lamp when you return, to Direland

--------------------------------
[ A location worthy of a  ]
[wooden corral, adorned]
[with a canvas quilt of     ]
[saturated impressions.   ]
----------------------------------

Connemara is an area of
Connaught in the west of
Ireland, it is the postage
stamp on an envelope, that
nobody ever dares to frank.

.          Nocturnal.

              <>    <>

     The nails in my coffin
     won’t have no heads

                  bro

     There will be scratch
         marks on the lid

                  bro

      No stars, no stripes
     just scars and gripes

                  bro

          Stand Up Bro
            Kneel Bro
             Sit Sister.

         For your rights
        Join in the fights
        We don’t need no
     ******* Lights !


ps.

Rosa Parks Sat
Bob Marley Stood
Colin Kaepernick Knelt

ps x 2

Brexiter's turned SKCAB

---------------------------------

Co Copyrighted Poem © ©
With Rich Hues.

Mightier than mites,
stalag trees steered
our eyes, skyward,
from the high hills
of County Wicklow.

There are mountains
Benbulben is a beacon

There are lakes tied
to rivers and brooks

There are bye-ways
of The Drovers era

And romantic villages
with poetical names

It is bordered to Donegal
by a seminal chord

Which gives it a melodic
accent in regional intonation.

.       Cross Avian
          

Out beyond the treble

  Glazed window (˚<

Proper Gander was

Miming something in

Bird talk to (˚> Dumb

        Down Duck.

      "Get Plucked"

Today is the day
according to May
half in & half out
is how it will play.

Cut a maggot in two
the divide as we do
don't care if it lives
I haven't a clue.

Ireland is split
think we give a ****
I stood on the border
faced south so to spit.

I'm done with that lot
one and all is a sot
nothing but troubles
since the year dot.

I know we can win
if we try once again
starve into submission
with another famine.

The Ayes to the right
with a unified fight
for one and for all
no mind of their plight.


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British Tory MP suggested using the possibility of food shortages in Ireland to coerce negotiators into dropping their opposition to the remilitarisation of the border area after Brexit.

Poubelle Corbyn, recycle
your compost, it is the
dung thing in your position.
The See - Saw has come to
a halt, out weighed by May,
thus leaving you high and sly.
Go back to your allotment, try
and grow yourself a pumpkin
for Halloween and don't forget
a penny for the Guy, that'll be
Farage, with the Ni- Gel, for
shafting you all and rightly so!

I am not sure whether
                            Agnetha is dyslexic
or Anni a palindromist.
                             There is no point in
asking Benny or Bjorn.
                        Chiquitita was unable
to tell them what’s wrong.
                    So, why is ABBA written
backwards in lipstick, on the
              mirror, between two kisses?

.                Deliverence


       Freedom wears feathers

   and so long as we cage birds

     our interpretation of liberty

         will always define us.

In recent years there is
a trend of culling by
killing non native species.

Possum's in New Zealand,
Rabbits in Australia and
Grey Squirrels in Gt Britain.

Attempts at wiping out
native populations by
non native colonials
occurred in America
where the indigenous
Indians were slaughtered
by the millions.

Australia issued licences
to hunt Aborigines recent
as 1908.

Fr. Felice Vaggioli wrote
a book about The British
treatment of Maori which
was banned. An attempt to
wipe out New Zealand Maori
was almost successful.

Efforts were also made to
eradicate the Irish by the
British = Scots Welsh English
known collectively as WASP's.
White Anglo Saxon Presbyterians.

When one has a WASP infestation
what do you do, seriously, what ?

Therein lieth the solution to the US
problem if you answered correctly!

Imelda Marcos had only three
hundred and sixty five pairs of
footwear. Every leap year once in
four, she went shoeless for charity.


Muslim Women fled barefoot to
Bangladesh from Burma, because
Aung San Suu Kyi believed, that
charity must always begin at home!

I saw a yellow vest,
submerged, under
Le Pont Neuf.

I yelled for a Buoy,
in French, une bouée,
feminine, seemed odd!

.                 Solace in Soliloquy

        Today’s depression has taken
        me into a trough, a concave of
     stalagmites, a damp dark dungeon.
     But for the insulated cotton wool sky
   I would scream so loud as quarantined
thunder behind designated pales of silence.

Indeed, and why not,
small is beautiful, but
also healthier than large.
Ageing and fatting are
a symbiotic pair of which
youth and gaunt are the
inverse, hence the Title!

I beLIEve in truth fairy's,
I beLIEve in the grape vine
I beLIEve in ghosts
I beLIEve in old wives tales
I beLIEve in the will of God
I beLIEve in optical illusions
I beLIEve in word play
I beLIEve in simulation
I beLIEve in subliminal deception.
I beLIEve in what I <> <> only !

Ps.

Hear LIE's the Truth.

a perfect haiku

               with seventeen syllables

If you Count Dracul'

The umbilical cord
through which mother
earth receives the
necessary ingredients
for her pallet of Spring,
is the rainbow!

Russian trawler with
payload of white flags
destined for Ukraine
seized by the French!

Cagey bees swarming

                                   a Kiev of activity

W.A.S.P's recruiting drones

                       <>

WASP's ?

white anglo Saxon presbyterians

The over heating theory
is a planet ploy to endorse
the profusion of nuclear
power plants, they are just
generating our consensus.


17˚ Mallow 07:00 am
June 28th 2019. Cloud.

C ontact
A crostic
P osting
F inn’s
I  maginative
N ovel
Y arns
@
G lobetrotting
M usician
A nd
I  rish
L yricist
•
C haotic
O ccasionally
M ystifying

We can't say

From the river to the sea

We dare not wave the

Palestinian flag

We are not permitted

to wear the Keffiyeh

But we can say that we

ALL LOVE HUMMUS.

Literally, loitering litter
leaves landscapes looking
like labyrinths leading lonely
lethargic lads lacking lustre
lame lamenting Lu Lu's Lingerie
laundered locally lampooning
looser's lost leaders landing
lecherous louts leftist ledgers
legacies legally legitimised
libellous loafers lobbying
locksmiths logically liaising
loggers longliners lubriciously
lucid lookalike lunatics luring
lasses lustfully locating low
level latino's lavatories.

In appearance, the Irish border
resembles a skipping rope at
a children's playground, after
                 recess.

The head mistress has rung the
bell, recreation over, back inside
until the next break up, which,
    (could be permanent)


ps.

Karen Bradley is the Secretary
of State for the six counties.
She said, " Catholic civilian
deaths in Northern Ireland by
The BritishArmy, were not
crimes ".

Well, after all, a Po Lice
is a chamber *** for parasites.

So, what are the Gendarmes
in France complaining about?

Barcelona played chess
with a ball, created an
optical illusion for the
fans, mesmerised the
camera's not to mention
Sevilla's goalkeeper who
was looking for the bean
under a shell, but, Messi
checkmated Monarchally.

Revelation


   If the only constant

  In life is change and

the now, is perpetual,

     then, this is why,

           perhaps,

that Superman wore

his underpants on the

outside of his trousers.

For some there's an exit
fed up of the Brexit
May goes to Brussels
no backstop she begs it.

Westminster talks make
no sense so they vex it
If Guy Fawkes had a vote
he'd no doubt go for kegs it.

Deprived of writing paper in
his prison cell at Vincennes,
à Paris, circa 1789, Le Marquis
de Sade wrote a missive to his
wife, Renee Pelagie de Montreuil,
on the crust of a fresh Baguette,
avec une plume et l'encre noire.

.              5
   A high   with
               ^
     ring finger

  doesn’t count

unless one’s an

  ambidextrous

      bigamist.
÷