This is actually a bread
which is midway between
a baguette and a boulle.

Directly translated, it means
a *******.

In America, they simply call
it as the see fit, A French Loaf".

.        A Probability

Blacks one meets sailing
will invariably be waving
SOS flags from rubber
  dinghies and virtually
   always without sail,
   no fuel, begging on
   The Mediterranean.

     **** nuisances.

Getting to the bottom
of this will be Lebanon's
only option as none of
us are convinced that it
was an accident because
**** on your clothes line
can only be flung from a
single direction if one is
living in the projects with
solitary hostile neighbours.

While we are on the subject
of Bread and Butter, permit
me to remind any foreigners
who intend to holiday in UK.

B&B is not bed and breakfast.

It is Bradford and Bingley, a
building society, but not for
recruiting Irish navies.

Charcoal drowns in
dome crematoriums

Solar lamps can't find
their own shadows

Clothes pegs stand
in redundant rows

     Snail Braille

         \/@

       Nocturnal
        pastime-
        (crunch)

We have a longest day
Shortest day, Mothers
Day Fathers day, X-
Mas day, Easter day,
Women's Day, why
not have a darkest day,
B Day, Brexit Day.

Man Friday came running
up to Robinson Crusoe with
a corked glass container.

Kemo Sabe Kemo Sabe, look,
look, I find, I find, paper fish
inside, blue writing on back!

Give me that you dumb **** he
said in a condescending tone to
which Man Friday was accustomed.

Crusoe got the only surviving piece
from his shipwreck, a cork *****
which floated ashore with him.

Man Friday look on, watch worm
wind in stopper, very strange, he
think Crusoe not right in head.

Crusoe say **** out loud, say this
a *******, hand in air stopper
break half stuck inside.

He stick finger, push hard say holy
**** stuck he pull say **** again then
go put in water put between feets, pull.

Man Friday he say, go get rock bring
bring get stupid thing off hand finger
swell like **** he say too tite.

Crusoe hit glass very hard, no brake
tell to me hit, no brake on on sand no
good too soft Crusoe say.

Hold rock Friday he say and swing
hand hit rock brake many peaces
cut finger he say **** 3 thymes.

He pick up paper fish wit blue writing
on back he say What the **** 2 times
and read " Massage In A Brothel "

Beach Combers Dilemma.


A rod for my own back, telescopic to

boot and a reel to addle my head.


It's a fish killing implement and I a

sympathetic vegetarian predisposed

to humaneness, hence the dilemma.


Throw it into the deep tidal swell, let

Thalassa thrash it against the rocks.


But am I depriving someone to feed a

hungry family, (of refugees perhaps).


Theres a trawler wrecked, livelihoods

destroyed, am I holier than thou?


Who am I to pass judgement, let he

has not fished cast the first troll.

Tide recession, timely occasion
to groom a golden mane which
hung upon a barnacled rock, a
jutting berg above water where
but for her an Albatross be perched
in audience to a chorus of Gulls
echoing, repetitiously.

An absence of Wind O' Meters nor
a solitary sail nor tree nor cloud
nor leaf marking uneasy solitudes.
But tresses !

Still. In my observation from a
cavern where drift wood goeth,
salt sea air de misted eyes,
blinked diffusions, a vipers stare.
Idem Manequin.

A risen breeze wings watery surfs
to bubbling froths lapping splash
formations of halo's to sun kissed
auras then colouring rainbows.

A whisp' of current air, a backdraught
slipstream of Monroe Magic revealed her
defoliated midriff, where Maid met Mer
an indelible impression appeared from the
distance. A Cornucopia of Corona Roses,
budding to blossom, perfuming Spring.





12/04/2020


ps.

Sometimes in darkness one can
imagine light, vivid memories
illuminate unwanted seclusions,
bright patches between moon missed
clouds, forested fire breaks, spared
margins of blotted copybooks!

A strand of earth separating sea
from land is where I've escaped to.


https://iskeroon.com/

I crumbed my Irish curly
hair, stood stationary on a
beach, waited for gulls to
come, but alas, to no avail.

The safest place to hide from
a spotlight is to sit on top of it.

That's why there was an Arab
on the moon. With a cow.

It's what children believed in
Gaza, under the milky way.

Sometimes the brightness in
dark skies woke them at night.

They’d look to the heavens
but it was never the Moo     (

Joe Bidet was seen counting
beads on the bus in Texas.

Some said it was noon, being
Catholic, it was the Angelus.

A Greek journalist suggested
they were worry beads.

Most people say they were
sweat, "rest room occupied".

Tidy towns people
or tidies, use artificial
beaks for tidying up.

Today I was working
proximate to the crows
who were in conference.

Hmmm, said Jack of the
Daw's, the ones with the
loudest Caw's!

Hmmm, not so sure about
him, looks a bit dim, a funny
old caper, picking up paper!

And that beak, with a squeak,
he's here once a week, looks
like a geek, bet he's a freak.

Ps.

Or am I just paranoid ?

Sounded like a couple
having an argument
on the street after the
pubs closed, **** talk.
Began at the oesophagus
moved on down to the
duodenal then into the
large intestine where an
exchange ensued before
heading to the peristalsis
when they got back into
the ring but not for long
luckily for me because
as it was just all hot air.

Ukraine feeling
Vlad all over, &,
he is Putin on
the blitz for €U2.

Hopefully, he'll
F.UK.U$ as well.

All in all it’s just
another BRIC in
the ***** kicked
Wall Street Bull.

Zekensky reshuffles
His cabinet, but now,
He only has half the
Deck, he being joker.

Putin cuts cards Vladly.
A full house for Russia,
Ukraine gets the blues.
Moscow wins the pool.

We have an old clock
on the mantlepiece.

Age has taken its toll
on the glass and face.

Someone has suggested
that it should be tweaked.

Imagine, it could have
the Angelina Joli look.

But I can't see how that
would improve the Ticks!

If George was around
he could no doubt sue
Trump for copyright
breach.

Mind you, Donny T
has the pomposity to
fist his rib cage, he's a
Man Chester.

.    I punched in LIMERICK on

         on my G.P.S. but it was

                    A L E X A

            responded with this.


                          <>


Well then, how does it feel to be lost?

we’re aware you’re as deaf as a post

       your destination’s Knocklong

       but we know you’ll go wrong

  it's why I’m in Sat Nav as Co-Host.




Ps.


For those not in the know
Knocklong is a village in
County Limerick Ireland.

.    Because You Cannot



  You can silence our voices

   You can quench our fires
  
     You can seal our wells

   You can darken our days

  You can shorten our nights

  You can burn our libraries.

    You can knock our walls.

                   But!

    On every brick, in every

    Mound, a word is written,

     and one day, a Jig-Saw

     of Masonry Lego will be

Assembled, then, everything

Which wasn’t audible is going

    To be touched and seen

    And heard, repetitiously,

      Because You Cannot,

       (((((mute an echo))))




Ps

Poem for Palestine.

It was a queen size
mattress with a slight
tilt my direction.

On waking, she said
that she had the hots
during the night for me!

I chiseled out her name
on a tree with a heart &
a peace maker but as it
was a deciduous with
the sap and leaves gone
to ground, I will have to
wait until Spring to see
if there's a cupid's arrow.

In the Grand National
of nations, as in Foinaven
1967, the improbable finish!

United Kingdom is on the
home stretch after a pile up
at the Channel.

Paddy Power is rubbing his
hands together, because not
one punter has bet on the nose.

Each way wagers on this short
odds favourite in a field of
twenty eight is popular choice.

As The Crow hops is not
an expression one would
use, to describe anything.

Yuja **** plays the flight
of the bumble bee, a bouncy
cadence it is on a ligne droit.

A short walk from Harrod's
was an account written by
actor Dirk Bogarde.

As the crow flies was a novel
by Jeffrey Archer, a term coined
originally by Charles Dickens.

Stumpy hops like a Kangaroo
between his oasis and eateries
on our front lawn.



Footnote.

Stumpy is a one legged crow
that frequents our garden daily.

Poet's can live anywhere, they
survive better than everyone
else, imprisoned, or isolated.

Bobby Sands escaped through
those vertical bars of his cell
via horizontal lines of his book.

Lark's and freedom fighters
possess spirit levels, beyond
all of our earthly benchmarks.

                     \|/



Bobby Sands embarked on a hunger strike on March 1st, 1981 and died 66 days later on May 5th, 1981. He was protesting the "criminal" status imposed on Republican prisoners from 1976 onward, and was fighting to regain the right to wear his own clothes, have free association with other prisoners, and other rights given to political prisoners.

A time is coming in the near
future when the present now
will be devoid of the distant past.

History is an unnecessary
ingredient in the casserole
for human consumption.

In a Veganised version of a
metaphorical meal with tenses,
beens will never be a daily staple.

The meeting circle of future and
past can only ever occur at the arrow
which states that you are here, NOW!

Has beens have a pre destined
provenance where anticipation has
never been permitted to disembark.

Whereas, Lots wife was maligned unfairly
and misinterpreted purposely to prevent
those wishing a return to their pivot points.

There is but one obvious deduction to be
made from all of this, and it is, to stop your
pendulum, tick is an erroneous echo of tock!

Behind Closed Drawers


I have always suspected that

cutlery can be both devious

and conniving. Our kitchen

table has a drawer and each

time I open it, it seems to me

that nothing is as it should be.


They just don’t stay in their own

allocated spaces. I know for a

fact that one of the knives has

been trying to butter up the old

ladle, whom I think is beyond all

that sort of thing now. Another

one was looking for a fork on the

table; would you believe it?


But, imagine sPATula asking

the lemon squeezer for a twist

and even before he got a reply,

he whisked her away into a dark

corner and tried to skewer her.


Peeler was in on it, it was he who

removed her outer covering and,

only for Masher hearing her

scream, who knows what would

have happened. There is an old

wives tale, keep your tongs as

close together as possible when

in crowded areas with strangers.


The scissors sisters say it also,

because they had a close brush.

Nobody ever touches or even

goes near Ally Grater, same for

chopsticks. Sure would you look at

them; they are seriously anorexic.


One has to wonder about stopper

and bottle *****, they are always

there side by side but never touch,

I think their relationship is platonic.


With all the goings on, is it any

wonder, when the spoon got an

opportunity to elope, off he went,

with, what everyone agrees, was a

stunner, she was an absolute dish.

The purpose of being may not
be procreation for all humans.

Replicating DNA for some is a
transmission of hereditary evil.

The earth shows up those of value
and those who are good for nothing.

Our world is full of people who's
presence on the planet is questionable.

Useless eaters according to some, but
not in ratio by our ability to ruination.

Natural selection will be natures choice
when the culling begins via evolution.

It may be those useless eaters or the
meek lets say who will inherit the earth.

It is a numbers game and those who
live by statistics will die by them.

Alone

A
Lone
One

It is as how it’s going to be,
therefore, eventually, it will
be, but you, because vows
are meaningless, there is no
honour when sickness and
ill health comes calling, long
before death, does its part.

Ireland - Israel


No expulsion of diplomats

        No sanctions

Our Irish Government is

an American subordinate

and therefore instructed

not to set a precedent by

supporting Palestine as

we by our inheritance as

are obligated. I’m ashamed

to be Irish just now, but it

should be rectified at the

ballot box next election.

The truth will out
mushroom cloud
ha ha, who's got
mini nukes in the
area three guesses?

Ps.

One Is. enough!

Coming soon will be the network
coverages of people volunteering
to take the vaccine, but bear in
mind, they will all be wearing masks
therefore impossible to identify them.

This is all part of the strategy for
the gullible masses who question
nothing.

Covid is a hoax, the vaccine is not.

*
Accepting that something is true
without proof is to believe.

But, if you space the word it reads

BE             ( LIE )          VE

There is a list of believes,
some are optional, others
are compulsory.

Santa Claus
Tooth Fairy
God
French Resistance
Holocaust
911
Global Warming
****** Mary
Moon Landing
Yourself.

.            Remembrance


We are constantly reminded

   about what and which it is

that are not permitted to erase

   wilfully from our memories.


   Repetition of the mantra’s

   maintain our full attention

            ' lest we forget ‘.


    But the victors compiled

     all of our history book’s

    and so it seems to many,

    that the losers were bad!


  Western media for western

   minds, where the sun sets

  and permits the mushrooms

  of misinformation to flourish.

I often wonder from
whence comes steel
wool because sheep
have never given us
any indications that
they have among the
flock a one remotely
resembling anything
individual rebellious
or willing to give ****.

Only a very minuscule fraction
of the world have experienced
homelessness. The quantity of
empathy should not be feigned.

Bellowed Be Thy Flame.



When I have nothing better

to do or nowhere new to go,

wordsmiths forge is where

you’ll find me.


Honing, moulding, fashioning,

musing, foraging for passion  

and feelings to fuse together

In the ashen braze.


Tete-a-tete between hammer

and anvil brokers an accord,

fiery phoenix tongs dipped in

icy chill, tempers.

The Bah'd Wether
stole Beau Peeps Belle
but left him an I owe ewe
with a P.S. Flock Off.

We’re all just sheep
there’s no Bo Peep

we follow in lines
we walk in sleep

They pull the wool
to cover our eyes

our days are nights
we don’t realise

They say democracy
you have a vote

so did the Lemmings,
they’re in the moat

Ps.

So, flock ewe, there
is no herd impunity.

The Clock was reading
ten past eleven, AM but
there were twelve peals.

Pray tell I enquired, how
one knows the difference
between AM and PM ?

Well, he said, if it was PM
you wouldn't be able to see
the clock face.

No, I am not speaking
of Buddha but that drum
we all carry beneath our
belts.

Furnaces of achievement
which we furnish with
spoils of ill gotten goods
that we refuse to boycott.

We have become obese by
our shameful unwillingness
in condemning pillagers who
feed ***** to our Belly God.

It is rumoured that
anti vaxxers will be
sent to the Punjab !

From a barn cranny,
an eye is peering out at
all of you looking for it.

I do wonder at those
who purport to be in
this organised search.

The vast majority suffer
from Belonophobia. Leave
the haystack to the needle ()
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                                          Ouch!

When we occupy space
in someone's mind, it is
a sure sign that they are
lacking and thus envious.

I have no desire to make
you feel miserable, so you
are welcome to plagiarise,
you are obviously jealous.

This one is anon, especially
for you, put your own name
to it, it will make you feel
better, better, no, not bitter!

It must mean terra
perma firma where
the frost hibernates.

It’s an anomaly because
ground zero in New York
was a combustible furness!

Twice, she asked us
  up for leftovers-

A month between
   both invitations!

One wonder's about
shelf life, sell by date,

  (((((((((and)))))))))

When your goose
     was cooked?

I am a Nun, conformist,
still a ******, believe in
God the holy trinity of
three divine persons &
miracles of loaves fishes
Fatima Lourdes & Knock
in Ireland not far from
where Alcock and Brown
(First gays in Republic)
landed en route from the
USA missing Shannon
Airport by the width of
County Kerry and a bit.
Well, anyway, I don't
believe in touchdowns.

There was a sea breeze,
sails semaphored, a bell
******'d high time on the
clock-face, for afternoon
tea, nowhere better than
Benner's. for a scon' with
the wind, warm, welcoming,
but more than that, the
manager poured liquid art
from the Guinness tap into
a glazed receptacle that if
it appeared at auction in
Sotheby's, the owner would
not need to set a reserve.

Ps.

Yesterday we went to Benner's
in ****** for afternoon tea.
The Scones were heavenly manna.

If Benson's fleas had aged
                            in a mutual accord with his
arthritic paw, he would have
                      been capable of maintaining a
strumming technique in ratio to
                    the itch. But alas, his up-strokes
are not sequential, therefore he's
                                  experiencing a *******
syncopation which is interfering
                   with his rhythm thus frustrating
any attempt for a metronomic metering.


Ps.

Benson is a 12 year old Labrador in Kinsale
County Cork Ireland, where I'm housesitting

One doesn’t have to
witness the splash
to read the ripples.

Feeling vibrations on
webs if compassion is
empathy, emphasised.

Invisible stitching is the
tailors art, but scars of
emotion cannot be hidden.