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 ?

Because she was a
person place or and
a semi - anonymous
***** she preferred
to be referred to, as
the common usage
pronoun in grammar.

I wrote a footnote but
nobody has ever read
it because it is under
the tongue of my shoe
which is actuality in an
                         /
      An Irish Brog

For Jamel Khashoggi
   The Eye of Allah.


                 (  *

Crescent moon asterisk
    at Saudi Consulate
       (convex retina)

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.

We are supreme, God

has placed his trust in

us to reign over earth

and all within its orbit.


What else can we ruin,

where can we impose

exceptionalism obese

with vulgarity and when.

First off, how can Israel
tout to be secular when
they state that it is the
promised by God, land.

Secondly, how can 30%
of the Jewish residents
therein (who claim to be
agnostic) justify staying.

Thirdly, there is no place
for atheism either, as is
professed by another 12%
of their squatter population.

Frost misted fog,

     still water, rushes.


     Heaney, no honey.


     Swan neck bends,

         Grand Canal.

)))))))))))) E   C   H   O (((((((((((((
               is   an  audible
               parole breaker
               re  sentenced
               after trying to
               scale the wall
               several times.


Ps

Though not spelt
accordingly, echo
is in fact the only
linguistic parable
in English language
heard in palindrome

Ps x 2

Etymology of Echo is
Greek EKHO which is
a Mountain Nymph.

Anomaly


         When the dog

      was gifted a bone,

      he was in the now.


     When he buried it,

    he was in the future.


    When he dug it up,

    he was in the past,


(looking for the present).

It never ceases to amaze
me that when words get
to escape their captivity
of dictionaries, inevitably,
they turn up, (like these
ones) on identity parades.

.           Anomaly


   Don’t you find it odd

     that the WASP’S

  (Not Vespa Vulgaris)

    swarmed into Iraq

   on the pretext that

    they thought they

  had nuclear bombs.


    Yet, they KNOW

    Russia has them

   for sure, but being

    the usual school

  bully cowards, they

backed down when

they were confronted.


This has typically been

a British and American

modus operandi for as

long as we can recall.

But at last, Putin has

  put on his black belt

& told them get ******.

You must wear a
mask at the mosque
but Burka's are banned
in France by the Do Ron Ron.

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It is always a source
of amazement to me
as to why people make
reference to their futile
searches in hay stacks
for needles, especially
when they are not lost
considering that they
have their own eyes !

My nom de plume
is Anon, but people
call me AL for short.

.                       E P I T A P H
    
     She couldn’t find fame so sought rich

  In a Limerick this word rhymes with *****

              She made money her God

                 Lived in, Bally - Nod

   But was burned at the stake like a witch.

This poem was written
about me not for me ,so
the censoring was done
without me but the title
is remaining anonymous
until they find something
that actually describes 'Me'
but not 'first person singular'
which I am not, because I'm
a diagnosed schizophrenic.

If God wrote fiction,
he would be forced
to remain innominate.

I just received a Christmas
Card, it is totally blank.

Not just nothing written
on it, but no post mark.

Santa with a tree on his
back, glasses and glitter.

It is also devoid of any
manufacturers brand.

Sort code number is all,
06574499, 11/12/2019.

Must be from an alcoholic,
a friend of Bob's or Bill.

.               Anonymous Horse


Today I launched the lonely horse club.

On the way to La Haye we stopped the

car and I played une chanson au cheval.


Should we give it a name this chestnut

with a mane partially covering one sad

eye and ears drooped over a long face?


Solitary in a field devoid of trees, not a

makeshift lean-to nor rivulet nor stream

nor an adjacent herd of mooing charolais.


   My serenade was a soliloquy to an

audience of one, a rendition which was

endeavouring to banish abandonment.


Oh, preoccupied blinkered people, as

you progress past gated enclosures,

   pause for a heavy hearted horse.



Ryan. 22 August 2022

Normandy France.

For the very first time in
Ferdinand’s egotistical
Narcissistic misogynistic
Life, he paused to reflect
Whilst ruminating close to
The fence if his ostracism.

Daisy was grazing not too
Far off, close enough for
Him to admire her teats.
It was only then, as he was
Cogitating, he thought it high
time to recognise udders day.

Global Warming In Ireland.

Pilgrimaging places is not
what I wished for when I
pulled the chicken bone
apart, people person, yes.

There is someone I want
to meet again, it is Sam,
for short, no, not a while,
a female, with, an -antha!

I shall begin this poem
in the clockwise direction.

Just so the reader is aware
that the writer isn't a contra.

Love is the Antithesis of selfishness,
just as an Antonym is to the synonym.

Anti is the most frequently used word
in every language since the end of WW2.

Anti ****** was the original contraceptive
the voluntary pulling out procedure.

It is what the Israeli's did in Dublin because
they said that the Irish were Anticlimactic.

I am an anti sceptic
without an antonym.

I am anti septic
without an injury.

I am anti semantic
without a thesaurus.

I am anti-emetic
without vomiting.

One time the sign said
no jokers, now it is no
aceism, but that is due
to Donny T because he
thinks he is the virtuoso
of the pack, when Trumps.

There may be no remedy for
Covid, because it, in itself is
a perfect cure for capitalism.

I am anti cement and nails,

both of which should never

appear above ground, nails

are for coffins and cement

is for piles and foundations.

There were no screws when

INRI Jesus was attached to

the cross at Calvary by the

Roman governor Pilate who

was also known as the nail

Pontius which he took from

the local carpenters tool box.

**** OFFING.

There’s an ant on
       a key of my board.

                      Y ?

            I don’t know

Now it has moved all along the
top line letters to the left and
stopped on the Q of QWERTY.

  Polite, obviously it is literate.

Fortunately it's gone or I would
not have been able to press that
key. Wait!, it has just crossed over
to the figure 1 and now it is in the
corner currently standing still
on the [esc] button, and yes, it
moved away quickly around the
back of the lid. Give me a second
and I’ll take a look

Can you believe this, it is stopped
   at the bite of the APPLE ®

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.

If the antonym of Id is
Ego then there's got to
be an obverse for Covid.


ps.

Check: covego.com

The day my nib clots
The day my paper is chased
The day my arm is amputated
The day darkness blinds me
The day illiteracy returns
This may be the day I will no
longer be able to siphon
immunisation from the well
and vaccinate my readers against
Main Street Media indoctrination.

I see no evil
I hear no evil
I speak no lies