The earth shows up
those of value and
those who are good
for nothing, this is
why Coronavirus
is karma but for all
except the chosen
ones whom by God's
wishes need not wear
any form of face masks.

              <>     <>
                    ^
          ----[   o  ]----

The Scots are loyal to the crown
and the half crown, herein lieth,
their dilemma. For be it not, a choice
wherein the spoils of association,
outweigh that, which be a desire of
nationhood at the peril of isolation
as borne by their Celtic Kin across
the Irish sea, where no such thought
of referendum were given consideration,
then don no more the skirts of ridicule
and raze Balmoral to the ground.

There comes a time when we are
all confronted by something or other.

Many people choose their chalenges
imagine the hunger strikers.

What about people on death row
not knowing from one day to the next.

Our destinies are unavoidable, we
wake and begin our daily battles.

Darkness and sleep are an escape for
some, but nightmares exist for others.

Some have fragile minds sensitive perhaps
is a better definition, insomnia saves them.

Daymares are far less frightening than
their nocturnal counterparts.

Sleepwalkers high tail it after they ****
the bed during their amphibious dreams.

Only palindromes can go
the wrong way and get
away with it, rear running
words spells disaster and
but for dyslexics, all others
have no sympathy, viewing
them as absolute utter idioms
that deserve to be marginalised
when they have tail on collisions
with hard backs after ignoring

                 THE END

There is a rainbow arc
rising and falling over
the skirting board.

The Milky Way can be
seen further up the wall,
a switch of Bakelite is Mars.

North facing in mildew
valley and no damp proof,
of course.

Double glazing adds to the
sporosity, it’s a hermetically
sealed fungal factory.

Mould as old as the hills of
blocked sunlight and wind that
shakes the barley never blows.

Nocturnal        Demons

Melatonin and Cortisol
are a pair of tom cats
  prowling in the dark
   alleys of our minds.

Occasionally they get
into a (fight) but not
until one takes (flight)
does the fracas cease.


Ps

I suffer from night fear
so I write from experience.
In my case, it is not terrors
whilst sleeping, this occurs
when I wake.
Robin Williams suffered from
it as do millions of people.
Research what Williams wrote
on his AA book, google it.

According to Wikipedia it
is an occurrence which is
not aided by human hand.

This means the Big Bang
Theory certainly qualifies.

But for those who dispute
it & insist that it was God
made the world, then they
must accept he’s responsible
for everything that happens
here, therefore he has to be
held accountable for The H.

He always hurts the ones he
loves, the ones he shouldn’t
hurt at all, even Palestinians.

Genuflecting Paddy.

The Doctor asked
his mother if Willie
was a Vegan!

He is B12 deficient
and would you look
at the colour of him,

he's beyond The Pale.

Morphine for the masses
because I've been hurting
you with my conscience.

In the hall of mirrors one
can be distorted beyond
all personal recognition.

But better than that, in the
mind we can even make
ourselves disappear.

Cultivating amnesia is a
a beam me up Scotty type
of evading mechanism.

One ostrich can do what
normally takes at least
three monkeys to achieve.

So go on, turn a blind eye
lower the volume and be
sure you tell nobody this!

. Thought tormented mind

       pain pierced heart

            tortured soul.


     Hide this dementing

    daylight, inhale utopia,

    ****** an eternal now.

It was a maze & mystery
composed in jigsaw bits,
pieces of scrabble, cards,
no title, yet I knew it was
a poem about Gen-iu-s of
alcohol, in a cryptic form,
but 2 letters were mis-i-g?

U K with F C ED

-  -  - A - H -

  I CAN SEE
   WHAT IS
  MISSING
    FROM
     YOUR
   EMP-T-Y
    HEART
        OF
    STONE.

I looked at all the
permutations of
the word poem.

My favourite, of
course, is Mope!

When I mope, I
tend to always
write a Poem.

If one were to compare
England to France as in
Capitalism to Socialism,
permit me to analogise.

For this, I will use nature
as the yardstick, a squirrel
and a cuckoo.

Yes, the squirrel will amass
more nuts than it requires
for Winter, but one must
consider, durations differ!

The Cuckoo as you
can see is representing
La France and Socialism.

This bird has no ethics,
morals or qualms, about
ejecting fellow species
and squatting their nests.

Parasites of the lowest
common denominator.

Les Francaises in a nutshell!

You can never stop the wind

   that shakes the barley.


                  <>

If one looked horizontally at

a field of barley, it resembled

a standing army of the British

Empire, (metaphorically).


The invisible wind which had

the ability to taunt and tilt and

haunt, was in fact the I.R.A.


The analogy can be made of

the Israeli Defence Forces in

their effort to fight/find Hamas.


The aerial bombing of Gaza

was futile, because Hamas

are invisible just as the IRA.


Who would have thought

that a population similar to

Gaza collapsed and Empire.


Israel despite all their bombs

and planes and tanks and guns,

will be brought tio their knees.

Analogy


I wonder about waves, turbulent

  tides, insurgent surf, clamorous,

    capricious. Hens cackle after

      an egg lay, but sea **** !

If I, had had, a turkey,
         for Christmas, I’d have
           saved the wishbone.
        On Dec 31st, we could
          pull it apart together.

              I’m a vegetarian,
           mind you, that does
         not mean I don’t have,
      a new yearn for something.
Could we improvise, or simulate?

How do farts know
there is a cul de sac
at the end of the bed?

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.

.             Interpreting Perspectives


   “ The only path to peace is political "

If so, why is the only path to politics, war?

Here we are at the old wives tale junction!

       “ Two wrongs don’t make a right “

       Ok then, let us look at an analogy!

    Imagine there are two cigarette lighters,

     one has no gas and the other no flint.

      Time for some lateral thinking here.

    What if, one presses the BIC pedal of

the one with gas and flints with the other.

     Viola eureka, primitive man make fire.

       Without the IRA there would be no

               Good Friday Agreement.

     Without Hamas, there would be no

      recognition of a Palestinian state,

  the world would have remained silent.

          Let’s face it, Violence Worked.

             Two wrongs make a light.

.               An Analogy


     " Do you think, because

      every time you have an  

     election you can presume

   you're living in a democracy.

    Has it ever occurred to you

     that every time you’ve had

       an *******, you did not

      automatically get ****** "

A couple of Pisces who by
coincidence were Gemini's
decided to get the gills and
go over to Finn's who was a
schizophrenic called Leo, his
wife was a Virgo from down
under or at least she said she
was, they both liked Aquarius
so they were preparing a move
to Aquitaine near Bordeaux
because they found Mallow
way too wet, hence an anomaly.

Knee **** Reaction.

President Joko Widodo.

Indonesian symbol Garuda
  is a mythical type phoenix
  akin to Icarus both extinct.

  Joko Widodo also known
   as the bird-man of Bali
   told Abbot go fly a kite.

Narcissus objected to
listen to the voice and
harmony of Echo so he
went to the lake to see
his beautiful reflection.

It was image V sound.

Several days passed &
he was transformed to
a flower which bore his
name, then Echo came
by with a scissors, and.


Ps
And = amputated
Narcissus’s   ****

No no, he was not shot in
the back, he was shot in
the black of night because
veteran officer Adam Coy
suffers from a nocturnal  
acoustic disorder which
like Bats, he can, without
the sounds of surrender
identify race and detect a
metal object (IE Car) thus
sending a message to his
finger to "Spur The Trigger"
known as "The Roy Rogers"
syndrome back in the days.



Ps.

American Racism is alive
and well, the N people are
iggers and will always be.
I wake up every morning
and thank the lord that I
am neither Black nor British.

Morphine for the masses
because I've been hurting
you with my conscience.

In the hall of mirrors one
can be distorted beyond
all personal recognition.

But better than that, in the
mind we can even make
ourselves disappear.

Cultivating amnesia is a
a beam me up Scotty type
of evading mechanism.

One ostrich can do what
normally takes at least
three monkeys to achieve.

So go on, turn a blind eye
lower the volume and be
sure you tell nobody this!



                                            Ryan. 26th Feb 2015.
                                                
                                               Gaza Holocaust.

Dews are the mists of Palestine,
their evaporation began Oct 7th
2023, and in December 2024, at
Dublin our fog of evil dissipated.

Jew'ellers need but one
eye and the gold tooth
is a symbolic emblem for
what’s important to them.

.                     G
               B L.A.Z E
                      Z
                      A

Los Angeles is an act of God

Gaza is an act of Godlessness

At my grandmother's house
there was a half door, often,
when she was out collecting
eggs, the hens came inside,
flew on to the kitchen table
where the bread crumbs were
left after every meal, she told
us that it was the Angels Share.

A Wren's nest is the closest
construction in nature, that
resembles an Eskimo's Igloo.

Incidentally, an IG is a house
without a Loo, but in the Arctic
circle, turds freeze immediately.

Let's all go to Doppio's,
sit under the trees, while
listening to the Cicadas.

Order a bottle of waiter,
watch the staff take orders,
pretend we're going to eat.

Then, after two hours, the
manager comes out to tell
us, " It's a wrap "

We all fold our napkins,
leave in an orderly fashion,
go home, abuse Trip Advisor ™

Put him in quarantine
He’s jaundiced was
What they said at the
Customs post, he could
Have rabies, he’s talkin
Funny sounds delirious.

Send him back to where
He came from ****!

But sure he’s from westh
Kork Patrick.

Be Jaysus

Do day talk like dat dare?

Oh Day doo.

This Christmas I am going
to set a trap for Santa Claus.

My mother leaves a red apple
on the windowsill for Rudolf

And a bottle of Harp Lager
with a slice of cake for Santa.

While everyone's sleeping, I
am going the empty some of

The beer and put a strong
quick acting laxative inside.

By the time he gets to my
cousins, he will have diarrhoea.

It will put an end to his deliveries
and give poor old Rudolf a break.

Last night I dreamt that
someone left my Waterman™
with its nib exposed on a desk.

I went to create something but
it was dry as indeed the bottle
of writing fluid.

This morning I woke, came to
the computer, but nothing in
my head to compose, so this.

No truer shpake ever shpoken.

Which is why there are no windows in Casino’s.
We do and did feel guilty for not participating
in life. But we never killed a shadow by turning
off the light or left a thirst unquenched by an
open fire and we sang when it was our turn and made
our road home by the longest way round talking
to every dog on the pavement and illuminating our
faces with Maguire and Patterson’s red heads.
But what is more important than all of that is we
are still here because the same now dangles on
the pendulums of eternal dreamers. Sure what
could be wrong with that?

Listen to the Herd,
great news for Brisket.

No beef with Britain.

Laughter no slaughters
tell that to your daughters.

Going Vegan tell Meghan

Try Soya not Milk
it is liquified Silk.

But what can't be beaten
is Seitan when eaten.

Moo to Mc Do
and the Buchailli Bo.


Ps.

Buchailli Bo = Cowboy
(Irish) pronounced as,
Boo Kal E   Bow.

It's where names are
fused together over
      brazen coals!

Gerald Fitz-Patrick
            
Patrick Fitz-Gerald

             and

  Black Fits-Smith!

The Truth
About Lucey.


Look at that knife,
out on the street,

carnivore carcasse
dripping red meat.

Beside, a fair lady
she’s ever so neat,

Dressed for a ball
from top to her feet.

She’s Lucey and pretty
not there just to greet,

She’s a rustler at night
she does five every week.

On Saturday she sharpens
the knives by a creek,

On Sunday there’s mass
When after they're meek.

They talk of good Lucey
in a low kind of speak,

It is always their mystery
as to why she's so sleek.

Then home for the roast
the end of week treat,

But nobody knows from
who's lamb they eat!

It is where voices rend
It is where elbows bend
it is where shoulders meet
It is where eyes greet
It is where hands shake
It is where rogues rake
It is where cards shuffle
It is where coats duffel
It is where boards dart
It is where fights start
It is where some lend
It is where nights end.

.       Cork Tea Shock

    Barry’s, the blenders
    from Cork were taken
    aback on hearing that
    Michael Martin was in
    for a second term of
    prime minister and it
    caused a spike in the
    consumption which
    overwhelmed their
    supply due to the
    celebrations all over
    the county even in
    parts of Kerry also
    according to the
    Healy Rae’s who
    said it is a grand sup
    with a drop of poteen.

Yuck, is all I have to say,
Anish has made a ******
of Britain, but one might
add that when it was an
Empire, it was ruled by
an Emperor, when it was
a Kingdom, it was ruled
by a King, but now that
it is a mere Country, it is
ruled by ****, like this (|)

Anish Kapoor Studio
info@kapoorstudio.com

The fairy queen has waved the
wand, no choice for us to pick

Roll up your sleeves, put forth
your arms, it's just a little nick

Yet no one knows ,what's in the sting
or what this voodoo serum will bring

We are the island of Saints & Scholars
propped up by evil snakes in Dollar$

Our Airport at Shannon is a Nato Den
an en route pitstop for US servicemen

We are known as the puppet nation
they pull strings & control our inflation

So now they tell us to take their Jab
a microsoft liquid from Hells Gates Lab

We of the island who wish to go forth
must be injected for the passport

Some of us know it is all but a scam
but we are the achilles, of Ankle Sam.

I’ve been bullied more by
other women than by men,
& if we had *****, #MeTwo
would be plus 8 i.e #MeTen

I would never expect
to find her in unread
emails thrash or spam.

Favourites inbox drafts,
certainly not return to
sender, a definite no.

So, when there is no
mail one can but deduce
that she's still sleeping.

I would love to give her
a ring, but that poses a
problem, she's married.



Ps.

Anne is my first cousin
with whom I am in love.

No day passes without
me thinking about her.

If thoughts were visible
I would be in big trouble.

I don't sleep walk, even
if I did, she's too far away.

But I do dream vocally,
that will be my undoing.

There are no novels,
no fiction neither, but
actual, camouflaged.

Material for verse
comes not from the
ether, but a muse.

Therein she hides
masked by a suitor
lover to laureate.

Make believe being
fantasy of imagination
given reality in life.

Hiding her on a page
in a maze of words,
iambic pentametre.

She rhymes with his
reason, reads about her
secret self, unknowingly.

Sometimes in simile a
metaphor an anagram
or a figure of speech.

She is spoken of in
her own presence yet
invisible to the crowd.

A creative influence,
a stimulus a deliberate
consideration.

She is nocturnal, a
silent presence felt
in times of solitude.

She’s 'ånne enigma'
thinks she doesn’t
exist, insignificant.

Has he created an
illusion, a mirage, or
a romantic concoction.

He is an avid follower
but does not think he
he subsists for her ?