I am anti septic because I fear the
poison people

I am anti seismic because poison
people have nuclear bombs

I am anti semantic because He Brew
is Guinness thus poison to an alcoholic

I am anti-emetic because the metaphorical
***** of this poem is poison to Palestinians.

.      Boomerang
       (((((((((((((((

  Echo returns call
       )))))))))))))))

I'm anti sceptic and
antisocial distancing
is something Covid
19 has forced on me
unwillingly I'm now
a solitary recluse by
a quiet flower garden
without any bees or
butterflies because
pesticides herbicides
and fungicides have
killed them all here
in the so called green
island of Ireland
which is a deceptive
description implying
a sense or organics
pure or natural but
at only 1% of land
devoted to this form
of agriculture, Green
is a calculated illusion.

ps.

Yeats lived near a bee
loud glade at Innisfree
but I bet it is quiet now!

The Society of Antonyms
christened us Sinonyms
we are the new lepers of
society for questioning
Governments narrative
whom we all know are
controlled by the banking
mafia, big Pharma and the
Gate'd communities of
billionaires orchestrating
policy via media ownership
and thus the mass censorship
which is currently exercised.

Wake up world, poets are
the prophets exposing lies.

Anti Scepticism

  Jewish Holocaust

as per history books

is dubious but there

can be no doubting

their current one in

        G A Z A.

I used to be a pessimist
but now I believe that the
chosen ones were indeed
selected by God and that
their persecution of the
Palestinians is the reason
for their retrospective karma
which was an ex post facto
arrangement with the Devil.

But more than that, history
repeats itself and in a world
where anticipated expectation
is an aspiration, the universe
will be conspiring against them.

This year I am having a change of

heart, I have written to Santa Claus

   and apologised for not trusting in

him citing that I thought it was just a

make believe, so I have added him

to the following list of The Tooth Fairy

   God, The Moon Landing and also

The Holocaust. I am now a convert

and will wait eagerly tomorrow morning

     for my present to be delivered.

The reason I am a Halo Cast
denier is not because I am an
Atheist. The inverse in fact. I
am an Atheist because of the
Halo Cast.  I was a confirmed
believer despite my dyscalculia.

But what didn’t add up was why
would the Lord herd six million of
his super selected Halo Cast
into the glass chambre’s and if he
did, does it mean that we are to
accept that it was an Act Of God?

If the latter is correct, then #itler
was no different to Pontius Pilate
The Roman Governor who by all
accounts ordered the crucifixion
of I.R.N.I. So I got suspicious and
deduced that, God is an Anti Sceptic.

Apparently there was an
Isthmus between Spain
And Morocco millions of
Years ago. Before, what is
now the Mediterranean it
was an arable basin, until
The Atlantic burst through
flooding to Mare Nostrum.
But it didn’t stop there, it
Also broke the ***** of
Bhosphorus, thus linking
Marmara to the Black Sea.
A pity Isreal didn’t flood!

I'm anti seismic,
******* frackers
causing all the
turbulence in our
world.

Greedy capitalist
racist xenophobes
sitting on the fault
line threatening their
neighbours.

If a tsunami in The
Mediterranean came
ashore and submerged
their ill gotten gains, I'd
be converted & pro seismic.

Secular is Non religious
Non secular is religious

In God We Trust
  Is anti atheist
    non entity
       demon.

Not being vaccinated is a lot different than being opposed to being vaccinated.
Soon as one says “ I refuse to take the jab “ that is the threshold of dissension
crossed, one is then a low caste untouchable victimised by those who consented.
This is how apartheid works, a partitioning of people by the people from the people.

Ego

        is

            an

                 Id

                     iot

.      An Israeli Jew is a hostage

Palestinian Muslim’s are prisoners

Albeit the road less
traveled is the path
I found, what of it.

But for choosing the
wrong direction and
meeting a lost soul
such as I, my destin
would have been the
provenance she fled.

Now we are midway
between nowhere
and somewhere.

While social distancing
is being preached but
not practised, one only
need look at nature for
what they call solutions.

Anti social behaviour
might be a better brand
name than social distancing.

Ants are vertical thinkers
a system the Romans used
to march armies across the
Empire, straight lines, of
which do not exist in nature.

We Irish escaped Roman
colonisation, so we think
laterally, unlike the Ants
who have a more Capitalist
attitude to their Modus
Operandi. Paddy's are social
and distancing is not in our
nature, we are a butterfly
nation zig zagging our way
through life so we find this
Coronavirus business a bit
of an affront, the no cross
talking I mean.

Symmetry is in the Cemetery.

We've all had them from time
to time, I often think it is due
to what we consumed the day
previous.

(I never swallow chewing gum)

I say that, because I was highly
amused when Dr.Spock told
Capt. Kirk that Clingons had
been sited around Uranus.

But let us get back to the Asterisk
and the subject at hand, wiping.

Howard Hughes walked through
the interview room to his office,
closed the door and told his secretary
to go and tell the man with the odd
socks, that he got the job?

All a bit ambivalent indeed, but, there
was a method to his madness, because
that particular applicant had shown a
certain inventiveness when confronted
with the problem of a toilet without paper.

It was many the time I resorted to the auld
hand in the sock number myself, so I knew
exactly the meaning of that metaphor.

Each of our fingers has a distinctive role to
play in the anatomy of our lives. Imagine
holding a six pack, thumb and *******,
that same finger which is used to express
the **** analogy when we are expressing our
scorn at someone.

During the war, a man had part of his finger
shot off. His bandaged hand revealed little,
so when a visitor enquired!

" Is it the whole finger " ?

The soldier replied,

No, the one next to it.

I have gone off on a tangent.

So, let's get down to the unwipeable ****
and see can we shed any light on this topic
of the unspokeable.

There is a solution, because not everyone
wears socks or underwear and there is no
sink or tap in the cubicle, perhaps not even
a visible cistern by which one could lift the
lid and have a bed bath.

Worry not, if the deed be already done
because every shoe has a tongue or insole.
The latter is by far the best answer.

Take it out and fold it a spatula form,
then use it as a scraper, the second
one should finish off the job.

Make your way to a hotel or bar and
congratulate your ingenuity with a
double Jameson and a pint of Genius.

When the sexton fell ill,
   **** Smith, as he was
    known, sounded our
    Angelus on the Anvil.

Often, he was accompanied
by pawing on the flagstones
with forelegs, and a chorus
  of nickering in harmony.

Tackle jingled, as anchored
  horses head upped their
nosebags, assuring us that
   it was no doubt, midday!

If, for every action
there is a reaction,

why then does pain
not need an injury?

I often wonder the etymology
of certain words, the reason
they were coined (not minted)
             so to speak.

Imagine a half crown, or better
still, a one pound note with the
Queen’s head on it, and under,
                 it read!

  I promise to pay the bearer
                Nought.

  See, I told you that I could
       write a poem about

              Nothing!

              Isn’t that

            Something

                   ?

Friday In The Forest

The omnivore herbivore
and carnivore went for
a walk in the woods.

They came to a chestnut
tree and saw a squirrel
feasting.

The omnivore said the
squirrel was making
him hungry

The herbivore said that
the nuts were making
him, hungry

The carnivore said nothing
until he came to the river
and saw a fish jump.

That was when Omni
and Herbi deduced
that Carni was a Catholic.

Witnessing The Destruction Of Ego

By Id.

Self looks in the mirror, somewhat
misted by condensation but no need
to worry what could have changed
since yesterday.

Bristle, my man, bristle.

No, no, not infuriation, this is reality
not a thesaurus.

No need to become indignant or even
irritated.

Keep the hackles down.

Don’t take umbrage or become
defensive.

What’s with the prickles there is no
5 O’Clock shadow.

It is designer stubble if you choose
not to wipe the glass and greet The They.



Id. ©
26th Sept 2021.


PS.

Eventually, we all get the faces we deserve.

You're being watched Israel,
the world's beginning to see.

Your vindictiveness is O.D.D.
Oppositional Distain Disorder.

It's juvenile man, you are acting
anti semantic, it's totally illogical.

Nationhood is a state of community
and in many cases, a shared territory.

You not only looked the gift horse in
the mouth, but you pulled all its teeth.

Despite the fact, that "Moshe Dayan" is
the only one of you to have lost an eye.

No matter how one tries,
there is no precision that
will permit, cutting, equal
halves of an apple, due to
the pips. Murphy's Law,
always encourages them to
favour one side of the knife!

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Your wall cast a flowing

tide shadow on our side

of the mutual morning


It grew and grew then

ebbed backwards the

direction it came from


Scaling the masonry,

returning, propagating,

germinating, a nightfall.

We don't have freedom,


                                we are tethered.


What is liberty, a donkey


                     enquires of the zephyr?


Ask Al-Aqsa!


                                      the windmill.

We don't have freedom,


                                we are tethered.


What is liberty, a donkey


                     enquires of the zephyr?


Ask Al-Aqsa!


                                      the windmill.

When we were children, she
said, that if there was enough
blue in the sky to make a man's
shirt, sure, it would be a fine day.

Today, after leaving the hospital,
I watched the clouds shuffle, close
ranks, eliminating any chance for
for her prophecy to come true.


24th November 2018.
Cork University Hospital.

A Perfect Symbiosis


I remember as a wee lad

going out to the front gate

to fetch our delivered milk.


Bottles those days. Their tops

of gold tinfoil had protruding

Braille writing; the date perhaps.


‘Pasteurised’ was embellished

on the glass over Springmount

Dairies, a local bottling company.


It was pints back then and

under the lid for about two

Inches was a layer of the

richest, purest, Irish cream.


One needed to be up before

the hens or risk your bottles

being breached.


Crows beaks were of identical

length to the depth of the cream.


It surely was, a perfect symbiosis.


                   (˚<

Anatomy ****’ogy
 ***’ets and ****

If a female politician
athlete or superstar
has unlawful *** with
a man, nobody gives
two hoots, even when
it is outside the tunnel
of love. Again, if a male
engages with a person
of similar gender, ditto.

But, always a ****. If
the politician, athlete
or superstar star has
testicles (and money)
there’s endless queues
of accusers, as in the
case of Julian Assange,
which was eventually &
diligently due dropped!!


Ps

**** is a weapon used
to character assassinate.
I am not wealthy, ergo,
I’ve never been accused.

As loafed bread progressed
from an initial opposition
to it being sliced, the idea
of promoting each portion
as a petal, ushered in a new
acceptance which could only
be attributed to the Chicago
strike where a verse of a poem
by James Oppenheim titled
" Bread and Roses " was used
by female bakery employees
who were looking for better
working conditions for all.

I have been de briefed, but, I
                  
am not looking for sympathy.
                  
At least not in the “short term”
                  
if I remain on Haulover Beach.

Al Anon albeit Muslim
Wished to express his
Anger and displeasure.

By using metaphors he
concealed his identity.

Just as the green lichen
Covers faces of stones,

Or moss grows on barks
Of trees, he was covert.

He became a town crier
Known as the Palace Teen.

Ten O’ Clock & Alles Klar
Ten O’ Clock & Alles Klar.

October 7th & Allah Akbar
October 7th & Al Aqsa barb

Nobody in their right mind,
    would vote Socialist.

Economic migrants asylum seekers refugee
There are far better places you could be
The weather here is *****
Our cuisine’s not worth the bite
And it’s xenophobic bigot racists you will see

Rod Dimbleby is the

  apostrophe apostle

opposing the apostates

      of apostasies.

A Piece Of Script'

In which the expression of
feelings and ideas is given intensity
by particular attention to diction
(sometimes involving rhyme),
rhythm, and imagery.


ps

POEM

They attract Ants,
mines a QWERTY
and guess what, one
has just gone from the
end of the Q all the
way from left to right,
stopped at the roundabout
after the I, then went for a P.

My computer's,
     a Fruitarian.

I’m a Vegetarian-

So, why do I need
a SPAM detector?

Ó

It was a banquet, a summer
wedding under plum trees.

Long trestles adorned with
evening dressed table skirts.

Lines of L back chairs laced
ribbons balloons with roses.

Red white et bleu candles
burned unevenly quenched.

Wax stains, wine blobs, ash,
lipstick transfer kissed glass.

Place marker, name tag,
wire meshed cork, bottles.

Bunting, well wished cards,
written speech, crumpled.

Fish in shoals, bread in bowls,
lemon fingered watering holes.

Caw winged gleaners, black
tie sophisticates, Corvidae & Co.

22  

So what's the catch?
I'm still waiting for the
penny to drop.

Half time has passed
and the referee has
flipped the coin.

The sun has decided
to continue playing in
the same direction.

I watched the throw in
at approximately 5 am
Central European Time.

The blues were there in
abundance cheering on
the Bon Vivant.

Tomorrow is fools day
another Covid - 19 tale
for the masses no doubt.

Can't say that I am yet
convinced despite MSM
saturation and restrictions.

I am not coastal, but there
is something fishy about
all of this, smelling rats!

Jour de L'ane
en France.
In Ireland, we
say, fools day!

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

Bankers, Accountants,
Taoiseach's, Mep's,
TD's, Senators, Clergy,
Speculators,


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

But imagine, the Irish
only dedicate one
day in the year to all
these ****** eejits.

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 is 3 am here in Ireland
just heard the Cuckoo Clock
chime. The reason I am awake
is due to the Folly, dreamt I
had a ****** free ******* and
I was in bed with a female
boxer from Australia who
looked like she had the edge
on me, but it was a false alarm,
just the prostate reminding me
that there is no pleasure to be
had from wet dreams and of
course, the toilet is downstairs,
the computer bleeped, it was
an anonymous email from a
reader who said that my poetry
was like a premature *******
and that I should consider having
a literary vasectomy or else that I
should subscribe to Tras#MeToo.

.
                 Foster-Child

               I can remember
            when I was a wee
           lad, wondering, but
           not enquiring, why
            houses were tied
                 to the poles.

              Years later it was
             requested of me to
            answer my unasked
              question when we
               visited the Millau
              Viaduct in France.


For.
Norman Foster.

^  ^  ^  ^  ^  ^  ^

First Venetian recording
of Aqua Alto was Oct 17
AD 589. Without exception,
and to no greater heights,
these precipitations have
continued to occur annually.

This proves that rising sea
levels (which is attributed)
to global warming, is all a
sham. But as history has
revealed, the vast majority
of the world, are dupable.

Down is when there is
nothing left to give up.

Buoyancy is all one can
wish, flood rock bottom.

God giveth no redemption,
rising sea levels just might.

If your eyes well up
with tears while you
are standing, don’t
worry, you are not
flooding, we’re only
70% water, so it is
just a capillary issue.