A Paddy Stillian is an
illicit Poteen Maker in
the hills of Connemara.

The nightmares have begun
but more than that, a reality
has come to support what is
my greatest fear, which is, the
conscription of an obligated
necessity that compels me to
go home, where I suspect my
past demons are preparing a
subterfuge for a repetition of
the unbearable likeness of
Bweeng, close to the Monkey's
Bridge en route to Nad which
is the Cuckoo's Nest of the area.
Down in the village, dare I go
and break my sobriety in the
Embassy for troubled minds
seeking refuge from repressive
attitudes that pervaded the land
when I left half a century ago?
I think I will, must, because I
may well need an anaesthetic to
cope, so where else. Looneys Pub!

Cannibalism is illegal,
but carnivores can keep
up with their practice,
just in case, that one day,
the law might be changed.

There was a footnote with
an NB after the PS at the
end of his last email to me.

The main text of his missive
was about how dangerous
USA was due to their Nukes.

Can't be trusted, they used
them before in Hiroshima
and Nagasaki, did you know?

Well I did, but I refused to go
see the Enola Gay when I was
in Washington D.C.

Ended up with the NB which
said that I could kiss my ***
goodbye if Imran hits on Modi!

The thing about it is, we might
have Niobium's to kiss if they
decide to do what America did!

While I am waiting for
Regina Doherty, the T.D.
Minister for Social Welfare,
to look into why my senior
citizen status privilege, of
the free rail pass, which was
cancelled for no reason, I go
daily to Mallow South Bridge,
where I do some Train Spitting.

Ps.

The card was issued Nov 2018
valid until 2023, was annulled
three weeks ago, while we were
in Dublin and refused access to
return. No notice was given.
This is how the elderly are being
treated all over the country, under
this current government who have
past associations with Fascists.

Fine Gael's Fascist Roots | LookLeft
https://www.lookleftonline.org/2010/08/fine-gaels-fascist-roots/
Aug 31, 2010 ... The most serious fascist movement to emerge in Ireland were the ... bans – adopted the blue shirt and the right-arm salute and grew rapidly. ... Even as O' Duffy was made President of the new Fine Gael party, the more staid ...

It was a day without rain.

But the clouds?

Well, they will always be
be there,
reminding us not to look
up, I suppose.

It was a day without wind.

Flags redundant posturing
whispered final obscenities
prior to a sentence of
superfluousness.

It was a day without fear.

Dins of the past echoed,
what was, a forgotten silence.

Only, a day after yesterday.

Yet, it arrived with all the
amnesia, of the one, before!

If fish could fly
question marks
with helium floats
rather than lead,
would make the
best hooks using
a bait that didn't
attract the birds.

Somebody just to
me suggested that
little bits of Brexit
are easy to swallow
providing the cast
was not exaggerated
by the hot air being
used for levitation.

The Odd Sock.

At last the phenomenon can
be explained, scientifically.

For example, only 1% of the
population are ambidextrous.

Therefore, if socks, like shoes
had a definite left and right,

the incidence of errant socks
would be a virtual unknown.

Why?

If we always wore socks on
the correct feet as we do shoes,

the wear factor would be
of a noticeable similarity.

Interchanging socks from left
to right is what causes the problem.

To put this theory into perspective,
one needs to look at gloves.

The odd glove is not near as common as
the odd sock, because of a left and right.

Therefore, 99% of the worlds population
are prone to getting socked.

Zidane and Cristiano Ronaldo, both Pede-
Dexterous, never lost a sock in their lives.

I found a wind blown nest
today, that of a Robin.

It was colourful, green moss,
white wool, brown twigs and
blue strands of synthetic twine,
as is used in baling machines.

What is interesting, the birds
have got into the recycling mode.

Incarcerated in laced prisons,
by those who attempted
to silence our tongues,
a faint, but recognisable
lilt, of strong words spoken
softly, escaped through the
eyelets, into the ether, where
our wordsmiths forged and
honed, what was to become,
the most powerful weapon, to
be wielded against any Empire!!

What is the etymology
of the word refugee ?

Someone going from
West Bank to Gaza sir !

Oh! Cook Coup shall
! call thee bird, or but
a wandering vice.

The Chiefs Table displays
ingredients but never
his classified recipes.

Trump uses Jenny Craig
as his Venezuelan mascot
for food aid, regime change,

with a Haiku of seasoning from-
Syria, Iraq, Libya, Afghanistan,
France, UK Labour.

.        Vociferate


  Say what you   ink

don’t blotch or smudge

or smear or blemish

after committing your

pen to paper, anger

  can’t be censored

      rage can't be

    tempered, pain

can’t be punctuated

      but scars are

       accusative

     because they

      never erase.

Somebody highlighted my
spelling mistake on the wall
of a pedestrian underpants!!
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  " Miss-under-stood "

I'm not into voyeurism,
but, either I am colour
  blind, or, Victoria has
  disclosed her secret(e).


ps.

Things are looking up!

      Samuel Beckett.

It's all in the tone, this
pronunciation of scone,

When I got up, there
was one,

Now the last scon
is gone.

How can that be,
if I'm all alone,

A note on the table,
signed by AL & a known.

.  If Priti Patel was a man
she would not have given
  the go ahead to extradite
Assange, it is toxic feminism.

.            The Eye Test

                 <•><•>

         Please look at the
         Eye chart and tell
         Me what you see.

         It’s twenty twenty
         Doctor your clock
         Is still in old time.

         No, not that wall,
         The opposite one
          Beside the mirror.

         I can see it now it
         Doctor, it is twenty
         Twenty one, almost!

I have decided to obdurate,
because, if the only constant
in life, is change, then why
be bothered with resolutions!

An omnivore a herbivore
and a carnivore went for
a walk in the desert but
only one of them returned.

At the oasis they stopped
for a drink but there was
no food only vegetation
which the herbivore had.

Hmmm said the carnivore
(to himself) while he and
the omnivore tossed a coin
to decide who'd eat what.

The carnivore won the toss
so it was his choice to eat
either of the other two, but
the herbivore intervened.

He said, I was excluded
while I was having my
fill, so to be fair I should
toss the coin and I choose.

Choose what, the carnivore
said, you wont eat any of
us that is why we left you
out, you are not included.

Ok then, the herbivore said,
I'm not partial to either of
you, yet both of you would
eat me given the opportunity.

In that case, I toss and I will
call heads or tails and I will
decide which one of you gets
to eat me, that seems only fair.

The carnivore and omnivore
agreed to this and with that
the herbivore tossed the coin
up up and it landed in the tree.

He set off up the trunk while
the other two looked on in a
slight state of confusion and
by then they were both hungry.

The herbivore arrived at the
summit and said that he had
found the coin but he couldn't
recall which side he selected.

Tell you what I'll do he said,
I will toss it from here and
as I in the tree, I will decide
who eats who of you two.

Down the coin came flipping
summersaulting and turning
edgeways landing in the sand
in an indecisive position.

Ah well the herbivore said it
means it was a draw so you
will have to come to your own
conclusion I’ve got plenty up here.

A vicious fight ensued at the base
of the tree, they were both wounded
seriously, but the carnivore overcame
the omnivore and began to cannibalise.

Ps

I am stuck for an ending, I need more
time to think about it as I am a vegan
and I want to live to tell the tale.

Dangled England, in
anagram, is my reason,
for this poem, of hope.

With Scots and Welsh
at either side, each one
kicking, on a rope.

With their all for one
and one for all, they
treated Paddy as Joe Soap.

But look at you now,
insidious *******,
gummed in an envelope

May, God and Queen,
let Philip drive to a
Sandringham slippery *****.

Because, no matter, what
you think, we Irish still
have the Pope.

river wakes lapping

                   grain freighters barge and bisect

Danube after dark

In Irish mythology it was a
homogamous hermaphrodite,
bi ****** minotaur that roamed
the hills of Con O'Meara, North
of Spideal and South of Cliften
where Alcock and Brown, by all
accounts practiced ******* when
they landed in County Galway
after their Trans Atlantic crossing
from the United States of America.

Street Typist
         Busker



I heard a metronome

                 on the street

a sort of Morse

          or fingered Braille

that stayed in time

      with my tapping feet

songs are but

     poems with earrings

it’s with keys

                     they sing





For Krishan Coupland


27/6/2022

Acronym has no antonym
and initialism no synonym
they are the only celibate
encyclopaedia file words,
always separate in Pears!

.                 Therianthropic's


      Netanyahu stated that Gaza is a

     "city of evil", where Yoav Gallant,

       (Israels defence minister said),

   "is populated with human animals”.


   This year, on October 7th, which

    was Palestine Liberation Day, the

     dehumanised escaped and met

       the beasts outside their cage.

En Francais of course, it is
a storage place for bread.

In rural villages all over La France,
Boulanger's  are ceasing to exist.

The young no longer want to work
what they see as inclement  hours.

Le Coq Sportif has become lazy, so
bread is delivered to a Depot de Pain.

I lived in Lacoste en Luberon dans
la Vaucluse de Provence, sud de France.

It was the home of Le Marquis de Sade,
who lent his name to the adjective Sadism.

I often wondered, when tourists, not familiar
with French, thought when they saw "Depot de Pain".

Would that be a serendipitous symbiosis, or a
coincidental metaphor, for du Pain and Pain (hurt)?

Poetry

        is

          not

               a

                crhyme

In the new feminist
bible Jesus will be
a woman and Mary,
his mother will be
a man, Joseph will
be a neutered trans
gender but Pontius
Pilot will retain the
status as governess
of Rome because
she was seen to wear
a skirt in the movie
with Jeffery Hunter.

This could be two bird
watchers hidden in a
camouflaged shelter,

Or an aerial view of four
person hole covers on the
side of a road,

Or Guinness glasses on
a counter waiting for the
froth to settle before serving,

Or port holes on the Cutty
Sark down at the East London
docklands,

Or, hook hangers on a ring
board during a recess of a
game,

Or, Or, Or, Or, a hindsight
image in a rearview mirror
at the grill of an OOOO ?

If I was American, I think
I’d find it more ecological
to go on a waiting list than
buy a gun to suicide myself.

Pudzy waz a Kit Ogue dat
eye kan surelee cay, sum
tink hee waz dislecksick two.

Hee uzed two rite stowrees
funee wuns dat dunnsizz
kuld reed reely reely eezilly.

Brudder Cleetise taught
eye woz a gud reeder evin
sed eye wood **** seed.

I was born to a leader not a

quitter

I’m the Alpha of a political

litter

I’m going to deal with inflation

A fiscal reincarnation

I’m resigning because I’m an

admitter

Abortion


I am autistic

complicated by dyslexia,

a difficult child (perhaps).


But was I breach birthed,

Cesarian, or premature?


Did I have an over sized

head?


Why did you say to me

when I was still a child

that you wished I was

never born?


I just put flowers on

your grave.

Irish Government senior
citizens free travel card
announcement.

Attention all bearers.

Before embarking on any
journey, by rail or bus, you
must contact the provider
at College Road Sligo, as
these computerised cards
can be deleted at any time
without notice.

If you and your travel
companion happen to
be trapped an unable to
return, then, it is your own
problem.

It was the first time I ever
wrote on a looking glass.

For a while, the title evaded
me, "Mirrored" seemed obvious.

But when I finished shaving,
it seemed as though, I, was 2!

Nothing to do with
Al Qaeda, it's Porsche!

Grated ice snows its

                     metaphorical dusting

on a green pasture

Full Moon


       Pregnant with luminosity,

      they have no control over

    that, but I’m sure, if he could,

    President Biden would order

    his astronauts to switch it off

     and let the Spikes Of David

   gore, an already grazed Gaza.

When people point

fingers they scribble

illegibly with nails.

I ate a whole one once, so,
that means, I got the pea,
the stick, the piece of cloth,
the money, and the ring.

Which of course brought
me good luck and bad luck
all of my life.

The thing about it is, the good
always came before the bad.

As the ring was last and I'm not
married yet, what am I supposed
to deduce from that ?

Pet Hate.


A carnivore canine may

defecate the street, yet I,

a herbivore human, can’t.


It is because our access

to sewers are sealed with

cast iron manhole covers.


This was my pet hate, the

reason I tied him to a gate

post and abandoned him.

Future and past pendulated
in my presence, for a moment
I thought it was now!

(The Black Nosed Reindeer)

Santa:

What the **** are you doing here
I must have a red nose reindeer.

Adolf:

I don't know, the job centre sent me
and told me to put glitter on my antlers.

Santa:

Did you read the job description ?

Adolf:

I did, but the lady said that it was an
equal opportunities position.

Santa:

Did they give you a card?

Adolf:

Yes, here it is, you me and the bear.

Santa:

I don't believe this.

Adolf:

Well ! am I hired or not?

Santa:

I must ring the job centre.
Hello, Santa Claus here.
Where is Rudolf this year Miss?

Job Centre:

Hello Santa, he can't make it this year.

Santa:

But why not?

Job Centre:

We are not permitted to discuss our'
clients affairs Mr Claus.

Santa;

But I must speak with him !

Job Centre:

The best I can do is to give you
the AA help line.

Santa:

Hello, I am looking for Rudolf.

AA.

Is this some sort of Joke?

Santa:

No, this is Santa Claus here.

AA.

This is Alcoholics Anonymous and we do not
give out information about our members. All I
can say is, everyone around the table here has
a red nose and looks like Rudolf.

Merry Christmas.

You can say you are the

                           light and we the darknes

You can build your wall

                           taller than our olive trees

You can cast your satanic

                           silhouettes dawn to dusk

You can shadow over

                            our struggling seedlings.


Yet, fungi, lichen and moss

                        for the Hamas headbands

were flourishing in the Ubac

                      of our enforced depravation

while the circadian rhythm

                           of resistance survived all

your attempts to dominate

                                 eradicate and control.

Poem To Stop The War
             ( a laureates decree )            

   “ Pen a peace and stop the war “

            
                                <>


       Request denied, my integrity

    would be compromised by such

   a contribution, because I was not

summoned to compose one for Iraq.


      Besides, death is the ultimate

  democracy, as not all are fortunate

  enough to be born, but those of us

who were, get the opportunity to die.


The problem is, not at the same time.


   Everyone has an axe to grind with

   the colonisers and sure what could

sweeter than to see the great powers

annihilate themselves, everyone loves

fireworks, we missed 1666 in London.


  Russell Brand said he doesn’t want

  to see a nuclear escalation because

    he has children, piffle I say, that is

       like a woman pushing a pram

     out on to the street to halt traffic.


   The earth shows up those of value

  and those who are good for nothing,

besides, if you believe in God there's

  nothing to fear and the evolutionists

   don’t mind a bit of it either, so no, I

     refuse to write an anti war poem.

The Imagine Nation



      When asked where I am from

    I no longer mention my country

      by name because people will

      soon enough realise that my

     accent is the noun, not a verb.


       I come from a place where

  daydreams are never interrupted

by darkness because it’s a marriage

of preoccupation with nonconformity.


Curiosity gives an illusion of genius,

insight and resourcefulness are the

true collaborators of artistic invention.


   Panache cannot be consumed.

TO THINK, PEOPLE BELIEVE
IN god WHOM I HAVE ALWAYS
VIEWED AS A LOW CASE
FABRICATION, ACCESSED
BY A DOWNING OF THE
BROW, GENUFLECTING, BY
KNEELING OR BY DYING, IS
BETTER BY FAR THAN ANY
MAGIC OR FAIRYTALE, EVEN
MORE THAN THE GRIMMS
COULD HAVE CONJURED UP.

There is a tiny island
in the river, enough
big to swing cats if
they could swim out.

I'm imagining it on a
raft foundation in order
to accomodate the rising
river levels in Winter.

Proximate to Mallow
Castle, I will be able to
keep an eye on the auld
deers and the granite bridge.

It is going to be a Grand
Design, Willie Eaton is my
consultant, for the Kevin Mcloud
show, an eye catcher.

Socialism and Capitalism
can never share a side each
of the same coin, because
we all want the heads up.

We have a Wren's nest
in the Griselinia hedge.

Round, with a port hole,
on the leeward side.

For the young to look
out at the Irish rain.