When people point

fingers they scribble

illegibly with nails.

.    Providence

At the crossroads,

dauntless free will

followed the sign

which pointed to

  predestination

    ending up in

            a

     cul de sac.

No kidding, Joe's bidding!

Torpedo Joe promises, no
up-skirting if I become
Mr. Periscope President.

I'm going to be boy lateral in
relationships with little girls.

                 <>







    Thank Heavens.

The Irish optical illusion
society are preparing to
launch a new spectacle for
20/20 which by all accounts
is going to deceive the nation
into a mirage mode that will
be similar in effect, to a Velux™
porthole in a dark staircase with
no handrail and uneven treads.

Tests have been ongoing in the
North Cork town of Mallow
where the local river reflects
by name, the most sombre
inhabited area of the republic.

Bono of U2 has been selected
to promote these boy focals.

A #MeToo spokesperson has
complained to the board of
equal opportunities, as have
the Irish Guide Dog Association,
both organisations are adamant
that they are not going to take
being kept in the dark, lightly.

An RTE weather reader spoke to
a Guardian journalist and explained
that while the rest of the world were
benefitting from Glow Ball Warming,
the population of Hibernia are being
neglected by the Universal temperature
increases that Greta Thunberg has been
advocating during her world wide tour.

From such a country of Catholic believers,
there has been a huge amount of dissenters
denouncing the disciples of carbon calamity
as hoaxers, satanists and latent pyromaniacs /˜

.

           The Indelible Army.


Within the moated margins on this island
parchment, where scribes from the past

propagated an ancient art, in ink, the blood
of all creativity, they transfused their genius.

While maintaing an unstoppable march
ad infinitum, attempts to alter, erase and

erode the truths of their painful history
has failed, due to the fossils of fact.

Those rank and file columns of
paleographic characters the freedom

of expression which will in time, hold
those who aggressed them, accountable.

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.

/\,/\,/\,/\,/\,/\,/\,/\,/\,/\,/\,
        
between heartbeats are commas
   in what is usually a sentence
  which requires an extremely
   deep breath if one is under

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~





      ^
     / \
    /   \
   /     \
\water/

Dairygold™ states in a logo,
        " Green Valleys,
     Growing Naturally ".
  Yet: nowhere in Ireland
can one find organic butter!

She never wears a bra
so her ******* are low
case, like old testicles
in a dr           py sack!
            \o o/
              \  /

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.

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.

Blizzard    


  It is snowing in Ukraine

Vlad is Putin on a blizzard


    The push has come,

from Russia with shove.


    New year resolution

      finds the solution.


        Chicken Kiev

         gets stuffed.


             NATO

          no longer.


          Them not

               U.S.

         Multi-Polar








             bear.

If I was a U.K. fisherman
with a lisp supporting
the leave campaign and
I caught a Brout would
you know what I meant?

The question is, if you did,
then am I expected to throw
it back because it was Une
Truite, Mais! inside British
Territorial waters?

Voila, there is our dilemma
POM Frites avec French Truites,
never the twain to meet. Mark
my words, if we're not careful,
it will be Boxty and Chip DUPE.

Imagine if you will, that
the current border was a
skipping rope, where the
children of both sides
could play, while some-
body from Donegal held
one end and the other, a
person from County Down.

All we need to resolve now,
is, will it be turned clockwise,
or anti clockwise ?

There once was a spectrum of
shades on Rainbow Warrior.

Greenpeace used to have
the universal monopoly.

That was before the French
Socialists blew it up \\|| / /

Of late, this prism of
expression, again palette'd.

White helmets, yellow
vests and brown eyes (*(

Symbols of societies, in
states of dilution.

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.

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----------------------------
deliver us from evil,
Yemen.



ps

USA are the evil ones.

UK government to hold
fresh Brexit vote on Friday.
Sounds very fishy to those
Catholics in The Republic.
Especially at this time just
half way through Lent, not
to mention the vegetarians
and vegans amongst them.

ps.

What could be less fresh than
Brexit, besides, it was foul
hooked in 2016, throw it back!

I was lost before SPG, I
could never read the spam,
when was at school.

NAVAN in County Meath
Ireland was the only place
in the country that made sense.

Before spell check was invented,
my writing was scrambled and
many of my compositions were
back words, the teacher told my
parents that I was a stupid fukin eejit.

Nowadays  they try to make us seem
a bit more intelligent by saying we suffer
from palindromic dyslexsickia, which
basically means you are a Neo ****.

Sp.

But you always get your SWASTIKAS
the wrong way round.

Ce matin, instead of
toasting the bread, I
have decided to toast
the baker, coffee roaster
and the rooster, for their
early morning qui vive,
permeated through the
Mayo mist, thick walls
and lace curtains, alerting
my senses from a deep
slumber to la joie de vivre,
on the west coast of Ireland.

Demise.


  Soon the dollar will make

no sense, debt to America.

Stirling takes bank busting

      pecuniary pounding.

Rows and rows of Euro’s

under the Rouble far as the

Yuan-dering eye can see

in graveyards walled with


             B.R.I.C.S.



Poem For President Putin.
Victory to Russia.

I'm back, after a 45 year
absence, part fugitive,
part ostracised, part exile.

" A lot has changed, since
             you left "

As if it needed to be brought
to my attention.

It is what remains, is of interest
to me, because the only constant
in life is change. No points for that
I am afraid.

Becoming American and having
a nice day, with the same climate
as was here when I left, is not the
attraction one think's it is.

The Clock House is no longer
reading five past six, the iconic
time it read as I was parting.

A semaphoric symbolism, which
verbalised, meant, get to hell out
of here, a request, rather than a
friendly suggestion.

So, what's home if everything has
been altered, including myself, as
I no longer drink!

Hmmm let me think ??

Buckley Brothers on Tuckey Hill,
is still here, the last bastion of
the Mallow I remember.

An oasis for sentiment, nostalgia,
tradition, where one can still look,
for what, you are not expecting to
find, (time), the essence of our being,
where the lost protocol of our past,
is still practiced, politely.


Ps.

Buckley Brothers is a hardware
in Mallow County Cork Ireland.
If it could be Trip Advised, 5*.

All of the DNA from this year
is not going to disappear at
midnight tonight just as it did
for Cinderella's shoe.

Sing all ye like, Auld Lang Syne
New Lang Syne, it won't change
one bit, what you have is what
you got.

More kilos, less money, more
debt, less security, more aggro,
less tolerant, more immigrants,
less May, more Trump, less say.

DNA is an abbreviation for what
The Queen described once as an
"**** Horribilus " **** n' ****,
chin up ladies, take it like a #man!

Go east young man,
rise up, **** asian,
dawn is your destiny.

The crescent comb,  
crowning glory for a
subpoenaed sunrise.

Spoke, of the speak
wheels first revolution.

I'm not into voyeurism,
but, either I am colour
blind, or, Victoria has
disclosed here secret.

Before Tafara, the dyslexic
uncle of Malsi died, he is
reputed to have given her
a letter with instructions on
how to negotiate with the
squatters by quid PLO quo
rather the Ham-as which
apparently is not Kosher.

Foreign Matter

Pigs can’t fly, sheep can't
swim but migration is an
evolutionary must for specie
survival. imperialism is not.

I've always held the belief
of humans having similar
rights to animals, freedom
of movement, no passports.

Everyone permitted to come
and go as they please just as
nature intended, this is the only
way to prevent channel tragedies.

Become a citizen of the world
abandon borders welcome all
and sundry to where you reside
strangers are not foreign matter.

It is just past 07:30
and dark of course,
we are in Ireland.

Looking out the window
at our famous mist which
doesn't exist,

My lady enquires
of the weather:
" Rain Dear " ?

Bit late for that I replied,
Santa Claus will be long
gone by now!

Hamaca is a 16th Century
Spanish word which describes
a suspended apparatus for
sleeping on, during the period
of The Armada's.

Here, aboard The Connemara
Ferry from Santander to Cork,
11th Nov 2018 the bunks are rigid
but our intestines are in bascule just
just like being on a See
                                        ^  
                                          Saw.

The dollar is dying
America in decline
Debt to the WASPs
Trust Fund God is
Broke, Satan in Fed
Reserve, Ziodine is
Not your antiseptic
Remedy, it is your
National Antonym!

Hear   Ye      Hear   Ye
                 <>
Regis Inhuman Philip
at Buckingham Palace
peacefully after Covid
19 AstraZeneca vaccine.
                 <>
Her majesty requested
no flowers or cards and
there will be no funeral
because it's a state secret
due to an anti injection
backlash, so he will be
kept in cold storage for
the moment until all UK
subjects are vax populi.

Occupation


What is it what does it mean

  define occupation for me?

  You change your trousers

    to go out on a date and

     of all the soups to spill

       tomato is the worst

         occupation stain

             there is, it is  

              vegetable

                  blood.

       But there is another

       occupation one that

       is a profession such

       a member of armed

       forces the ones who

       don’t open a can of

       Campbells to make

       people haemorrhage

        in Palestine's Gaza.

Decapitated Coffee.

       Froth Less

100% Pure Arabica
Sword Top Skimmed

          M.B.S.

  Moka Bin Sabre.

If you were a dog on a

lead attached to my van

in the sun without water

or shade or even a rug to

lie on, the RSPCA would

be banging on my door.

If you were a cat purring

continuously late into the

night the other campers

would throttle you or set

their dogs on ya, saying

we've enough of your

deci bells.

H    A    M    A    S

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R =============      U  C  K  E D    T  H  E    E  V  I  L    O  N  E  S      

O

E

S

This might be the answer
to all sides (( oncerned!

Because we are getting
closer, to the last Dupper.

Today being Valentine's,
a proposition, for Arlene.

Dear Arlene, will you
accept the Back Stoop,

You know, it is, hands
knees & bumpsy daisy!

                  

And to think, the one born

of Bethlehem rode astride,

sitting upon (my cross) on

his visitation to Jerusalem.

The French president said
that colonialism was a grave
mistake.

This does not mean that
reverse colonisation is going
to stop, Emmanuel.

It should, in theory be allowed
to continue for the same length
of time as your occupation.

The price of empire will mean
the repatriation of all your past
plundering.

This goes for all countries that
partook in the destruction of
defenceless nations.

Home of the stranger and grave
of the native is where the metaphor
is buried.

But the time for exhumation has
come, because the DNA of history
can no longer be disputed.

Une petite bombe dans l'égout
de Paris pourrait apporter cette
ville à l'arrêt complet.

As in everything pertaining
to our daily staple, it differs
not from listings in Debrett.

Are we, what we eat must
surely be the relevant question
of one's consuming etiquette.

A class system exists in all our
lives whether we like it or not.
There is a hierarchy, on the shelf.

We gravitate to the comfort zone
where we are familiar. Our baskets
contain the roots of our family tree.

Palates are hereditary, taste needs
no acquisition, quality is congenital,
ingrained, wholesome. Well, bread.

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.

.       I can’t think of any other
         wish for you right now.

          Blue and yellow turns
            to an envious green,

            Mos-cow grazes on
            these lush pastures.

         Chicken Kiev becomes
       REBELLIOUS ROOSTER.

     Sunset piques east horizon,
          reveille being silenced.

Black Widow          Snow White
Black Sabbath         White Christmas
Black & Tan            White Wine
Black Knell             White Noise
Black Satin              White Collar
Blackout                  White Lightening
Black Hills               Mt Blanc ^
Black Watch            White Army                                      
Black Adder            White Blood Count
Black Shoes             White Socks
Black Sin                  White Lie.
Blackboard              Whiteboard        
Blackthorn       ­        White Oaks
Black Book               White Pages
Blacksmith               White ******
Black Spot                White Line
Black Death             White Nursery
Black Tie                  White Shirt
Black Hole               White House
Black Plague            White Health
Black ***                 White Bottom
Blackmail                 White Envelope

There is nobody following
me and even if there was,
so what, I am not going to
make any accommodations
for them.

Years ago, I removed my
rear view mirror, no need
for it, not necessary, I have
enough to contend with out
front.

Especially when I am behind
women drivers, they only use
the mirrors to put on lipstick,
they never look back, I give
them the fingers all the time.

Saint Christopher, the patron
saint of travellers was sacked
by the Catholic Church not long
after the test was made easier
and females took to the roads.

Insurance companies were
inundated with claims, priests
were being called out to anoint
people and as always, the badge
of this saint on the dashboard.

Statistics became available, the
accident rates exploded, all
because some drivers, like myself
were convinced that there was
nobody following them.

So, if you are female and think
that I am a right chauvinistic
*******, you'd be right, but, but,
sure I'm only having the craic, I
don't mean it, are you following me ?

Elton John gives
Brunei a brown eye

I suppose we were naive to
think that because we were
human we were not being
farmed.

I suppose we were naive to
think that equality was even
a possibility when there were
blacks and women.

I suppose we were naive to
think that getting the vote
was something we earned
through protest.

I suppose we were naive to
think equal opportunity was
social evolution not a devious
way to get us in the workforce.

I suppose we were naive to
think because we were white
that we had a special status
and superior to other races.

I suppose we were naive
to think that because we were
carnivores we were at the top
of the animal pyramid.

I suppose were naive to
think that populism was our
liberation from the fascism
of the left.

I suppose we were naive
to think the exceptional's
were more astute than the
deplorables.

I suppose we were naive
think that Americans could
see that Trump was holding
up the grand social reset.

I suppose we were naive
to think the vaccination
was designed after the
Corona Virus began.

I suppose we were
I suppose we are
I suppose we think
that we're not naive?

Being independent and
poor is better then being
affluent in *******.

100 years ago we Irish
made this decision and
discovery.

Given this opportunity again, I
would say leave, since we, have
pawned our freedom to Brussels.

All you Brexiter Brits out
there, I salute you, because
there is nothing more to gain.


ps.

Ryan O'Leary would rather
be part of a Untied Kingdom
than a United Europe, any-day.

ps 2

Please pass this on to as may
UK people as you know. Out
of EU will save us all, BRAWOL.

It is a good day for nothing
else, a visit to see my mother.

I'll not be telling her that, now,
will I, to be sure.

Ah: she'll be thinking that I am
a great lad, testimony, considered.

There's more than me you know,
siblings, I mean.

We are all mean and greedy trying to
outdo each other on the home straight.

She is ninety six, compos mentis and
watching us like hawks.

Playing us off against each other, so
it is difficult to know how to gauge it.

It rains a lot in Ireland, more frequent
than sunny days en Provençe.

If my mother was French, there's no way
I'd be living here in Mallow, County Cork.

At midday we present
no shadows, because it
is for the time, beings.

I sat as close as one could
to the tide line, not being
aware of which way it was
moving and with no moon
nor debris at hand I had
to wait and see if I got wet.

Suddenly, a Boomerang in
carved aboriginal symbols
washed up beside me.
Surely not I exclaimed, it
was hardly possible that
The Gulf Stream brought
it all the way from Sydney.

Twelve hours later I came
back, the level had changed,
gull and seaweed concoction
gave scent to the sound of air.
I etched something on the
throwing arm and watched
the farewell as a Gael Force
from the hills of Connemara
declined its wish to return.

Then, as a hungry Gannet
it swooped both wings into
The Atlantic surf ,with its
celtic scroll and the words
we discovered inside my
mothers wedding ring.

The colourful Capon.