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hopped skipped jumped
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  stone to stone across a
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  turbulent stream is how
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  this metaphor managed
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to go from one holocaust
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  and commence another
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  with global funding and
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  universal approval from
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not only the religious elite
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but also the political power.

Waking up in the night
with a gurgling stomach
is not as bad as going to
bed hungry, I was told
that I'd eat my words but
by then my teeth were in
the glass and what I wrote
was not something that
could easily be gummed
although I did already do
that in the A4 envelope,
the one that arrived back
with a return to sender.

The difference between a Scot
and a Sot, is independence.

Sots have their own passports,
Scots have same as the English!

Every time Sot's are in a knot,
they never loose the plot.

They give it all they've got
because they don't give a jot.

You can put them in a spot
but they'll deal with their lot.

They've been starved even shot,
forced to live in the grot.

Ireland as a nation, alone on its tot,
Scotland's not as brave, freedom it has not.

Ps.

The reason they wear Kilts
is because they are *******.

All my poems are bespoke

                           it seams, as reading is not a

stitch, on hearing them read.

                            Can’t beat a good yarn and

a well woven tale is tops.

                          Point to point paterns emerge

just as top notch patches.

                           Pockets of made to measure

interlining fusing hems

                            off the cuff remarks but do not

forget it’s for dolly birds too.

                             Just give me a blank canvas

because I am a blazer

                               bias! no, bi swing back, yes,

balance, I am what’s known

                             as the alteration tailor of truth.

Conversing with her is like
living in an echo chamber.

Those two way conversations
ask and answer never getting
a word in edgeways.

If she was alone, I'd be sure
she was a schizophrenic.

At least on the phone one can
disregard her, get on with
something else, add a grunt
occasionally just to abbreviate
her monotonous monologue.

Scars and Gripes.

Imperialism being the fate
The target be The Empire State.

Democracy ! said Tony Blair, a
stupid statement, as if they'd care.

Besides, they'd hit old mother Liberty
with torch the symbol of eternity.

No, they hit the world of trade, where
men of greed and anger made, a great
divide between east and west,
Bin Laden choose what he thought best.

Now Uncle Sam's one eye for tooth
creates the smoke to hide the truth.

Occidental catechism, promoting evil
Capitalism, Allah has no taste or need
The Infidel's Bubonic seed.

What if you were a director

at Cannes half way through

the premier of a film you had

given your heart and soul?


What if you were at a book

launch of a manuscript you

had spent years and years

writing and re tweaking?


What if you created you're

poetic piece de resistance

& pressed the send button

but then found a better title?

Cezanne siad, " There are
          no straight lines in nature "

       Philippe Petit might disagree,
        ------------------/--------------------

      Robert Bruce, a vertical thinker
         failed to invent the Yo-Yo ®.

       Heaney wrote The Spirit Level,
        no doubt referring to alcohol.

     But wait, being Irish, he may have
      meant a construction implement!

       Mind you, despite the bubble, it
        does have a percentage proof.

         I'm not sure about Cezanne
         and if Galileo was a builder,

      He would have recognized the
      spider was a perfect pendulum

     And the plumb bob, as we know it
      today, could have had eight legs

Heaven Limbo Ireland Purgatory Hell.
----------------------  /\ ------------------------

The vaccine wars have
begun, Moderna have
just been kicked in the
***** by Sage saying it
should not be taken by
pregnant women, just
wait a more damaging
report soon by Sputnik
about the Astro Zeneca.

The Irish call Guinness a Hebrew

Yet in England PG Tips is a tea brew

They drink it with scones

While they talk on their phones

But the Paddy's have theirs with a corkscrew

Metaphor for Metabolisms
and adventurers of culinary
conquests catering for those
with bilingual taste buds in
an Irish city called Belle Feast.


ps.

Bia is the Irish word for food.
Bia Rebel is a restaurant in
Belfast Ireland.

https://www.theguardian.com/food/2019/feb/24/jay-rayner-restaurant-review-bia-rebel-belfast-noodles-ramen

Benjamin Netanyahu
  Has been taken to
  Hospital in Tel Aviv.
  Rumour has it that
  He is toast, Hamas
   Sent a card saying
   “Get Butter Soon”.

Anti Scepticism

  Jewish Hollow Cost

as per history books

is dubious but there

can be no doubting

their current one in

        G A Z A.

.       Biblical Prophecy

There can be no creativity
without secrecy, this is why
God waited until the seventh
day, to switch the lights on.

But, despite the darkness, he
did manage to find the perfect
location for Palestine, between
a river, and the deep blue sea !

It was Christmas night,
and the three wise men
were lost in the wilderness.
Deliveries of gold, frankincense
and myrrh for the baby Jesus
seemed a dismal failure.
Then from the ether, the voice of
a Savant " Follow the red star,
Follow the red star ". Onward they pressed.
With one eye to the heavens they arrived at the
" HEIN-EK-INN " and before setting out for the stables
at Bethlehem, they had one for the road.

I am in an argumentative
mood, just stabbed the desk
with my Mont Blanc ™.

Because I was accused of
touching some one's ((
with my Felt Tip!

She is pencil thin, but
I was lead on.

I'm going to finish this poem
with a ball point, Bic ™.

**** of War

    Kiev ** Kiev ** Kiev **

America refuses to participate
   In their favourite pass time.

Joe Bye Then know’s Gore, not Al-Zeimer

       Yet his speech is not real but a mimer

                  He forgets his last name

                Then pretends it’s a game

  Because he knows it will rhyme with old timer

.  Chicago Convention

    Mike Dandelion told
   the Democratic Party
    that Genocide Joe’s
       speech is Reddy.

      A Braille copy has
      been given to the
     President because
      his physician said
       he is going dotty.

Today is my B-Day
and I feel like ****.
Not because I’m 7o
no, it is just where I
am and what is going
on in my life just now.
This too will pass is
what the AA says,
but I am broke down
and the other AA are
not able to come and
rescue me from here,
so it means I’m stuck
and that rhymes with?


ps.

Put a coin in the swear
box if you used the f-word.

Once again there has
been an issue on board.

Beside the bidet is a
composting toilet but
as we know, Joe sleep
walks and yes, he has
gone and done it again.

Biden my time Joe, his
wife said, this is the last
straw, you is going to
have to get your ****
together on the right
receptical.

In Italy, the bakers use a
fast dough process with
a yeast based starter, it is
called a Biga.

There is a famous story
about Luigi, a baker who
was married to Maria, she
was petit and very beautiful.

She gave birth to a baby boy
whom they called Giovani.
One day, on his day off, Luigi
was seen slapping Giovani's head.

A Carabinieri asked Luigi why he slapa
the bambino ina the head. Luigi said, I
marry Maria with the tight a the *****
then came Giovani with the Biga the head.

BIG PHARMA IS WITCHING YOU

I just applauded a
Mosquito with a
single clap.

One can never be
sure, if they appear
for an encore.

Fluttering on the
floor, so I gave it
a standing ovation.

Circumcised Paddy
  seeks ******* donor
     no blacks or jews
          need apply.

She is Big Brothers sister
and since probate's been
finalised (quite sometime
since he was sick, or well)
his estate is her inheritance.

Genocide of the elderly or
unproductive animals will
be her first duty as the farm
can no longer maintain or
sustain practices of era 1984.

Landfill burial procedures of
last century are a redundant
form of carcass disposal, the
Krupps™ technique is going
to be employed universally.

She anticipates that by 2024
forty years after her sibling's
initial concept was conceived,
the first tsunami of Pfizer's ©
victims will be exterminated.

There will be plentiful grazing
for the younger beasts and a
lot more accommodation, plus
an abundance of Winter feed
which was becoming a problem.

Gated® communities will no
longer exist thanks to the new
patent 060606 which will allow
branding again, thus permitting
free ranging via the GPS systems.

tongue dripping rabid

                            saliva on window pane

le chien noir d’hiver

Les beans robusta

         au naturel dans la rue

traffic grinds to halt

.

I’m not a gambler, but I can tell a *****
from a ***** even if they are not Trumps.

Canasta is the Clinton’s favourite game
  because it is played with Two Jokers

At least, Americans have
the right to defend their
possessions with bullets.

I have spent all morning
in my productive glass-
-house collecting stones.

E were a Cockney,
never put an AYCH
in any ten, e did.

Freeman Jackson
went by, ridin e were.

Be glad to see the back
a dim Orses I will, bad
for business em.

Bikes e were sellin,
widout motor’s,

An e add a big sine
over ees door, e did,


  " A R L E Y S "

Should quantum anomalies
                      make us rethink reality?

                        Why is digit number 2
                               so important.

                             Even the clergy,
                       Bishop Desmond two 2

                               Catch or Pi
                                       22
                                        7

                            M’aidez M’aidez
                                   M’aidez

                         That was yesterday
                               This is 2 day,

                              Wednesday.
                        Thursday’s the ****.

                             Whale Oil Beef
                                  Hooked.

                            I spelt it with a
                        phonetic Irish accent.

But for binder twine, gates
on Irish farms would have
neither lock nor hinge and
every one tied with granny
knots which can only be
undone by a kitchen knife.

Bi-polar


    He's not a wayfaring tourist explorer

        Nor a rambling ranger nor rover


   He's not a trekker nor tinker nor hiker

      Nor a vagabond journeyman biker


  He's not a tramper nor migrant itinerant

    Nor a gypsy nor nomad nor immigrant


He's not a moseying vagrant commuter              

     Nor a sightseeing pilgrim vamooser    
                                            

He's not a laggard nor hobo meandering                                

   Nor a Romany rolling-stone wandering
                                                                ­

   He's not a runaway refugee absconder

       Nor a transient gallivanting yonder


   He's not a truancy drifter out travelling

      Nor a lingering loiterer just ambling   
                             

He's not an outback on walkabout saunter                

         Nor a pilot nor mariner nor jaunter    
                                                     ­         

He's not a trudger nor slogging globetrotter

Nor an excursionist nor an ushers escorter


   He’s not a slob nor plodding backpacker                        

  Nor gatecrasher barnstormer nor slacker


He's not a fugitive nor traipser nor stroller

      He's Quixote and yes he’s bi-polar.

At least, here in Ireland,
one need never worry
about the trough going
dry. Mind you, Starlings
do kick up a tsunami of
excitement when they
bathe, three a breast at
times, and the sediment
of their dust, becomes a
sandy bed, under water.

I have a coffee stain
the shape of Italy
on the shaft of my
phallus. Every time
I get an *******, it
becomes an Allonge.

Making shapes with ink
on paper as I weave my
thoughts into images which
eventually ends in a poem

Should I question what
is assumed a given.

Birthplace is, to where,
I refer.

Am I entitled by being!

Statues qualify for the
spaces they occupy.

But who am I to think, I
got the right live here, just
because I was born, Irish!

Area is a measure that
needs to be earned.

It is not a grant,
it requires sacrifice.

There are, sans doute,
invisible waves of all
differing content in
our daily inhalations.

One only need live
downwind of an Indian
cook, to be alerted, that
there is, a spice, to life.

La joie de vivre need
not be perfumed, nor
does sadness require
dark clouds to survive.

The Bisto Breeze, is for
making, giving, or taking,
It's a sign at the crossroads,
" Slí Eile Another Way ".

ps.

Content means Happy (1)
To be included               (2)


https://www.slieile.ie/

This is not a spam/advert,
it is just to explain the poem.

A crusted crumb is a
pan's pawn, the spawn
of bread, or as field
Morsel Shred would
say to Private Particle,
Speck off you Jot, Whit
but an Ounce Bit tween
the Ears, not a Scrap of
sense nor a Tinge, even
an Iota Mite help, or a
Tiny Smidgen to Grain
a Tad of respect.

Granule Silver agreed,
Smidgens, the lot and
no Scruples, not even
a vestige, aTom?

"Fragmented Granules
without a Scintilla of
doubt".

Metaphorical
Métamorphose

In poetry
And in prose

River flowing
From the mountain

Makes it’s way
To Innisfree

Spills its water
Round the lake isle

Then outflows
Towards the sea

And just as one
Cannot stop the wind

That shakes the
Barley

The bird of Palestine
Like the Irish Wolfhound

Is gentle when stroked
But viscous when provoked.



For the people of Gaza
And the indigenous
Underdogs of our world

25th December was a
Black Day in Ireland,
no drink permitted in
this progressive nation!

You can have an abortion,
but not a Guinness?

Still as parochial as it was
when I left 45 years ago.

And Garlic, were it not
for Bram Stoker nobody
would know what it is.

Bubonic plague
Period: 1346 – 1353
Deaths: 75,000,000 – 200,000,000.

Black Death America.

The modern genocide
has begun. If they can't
shoot them all, then it
has to be by vaccine a
unique formula is being
developed especially for
African Americans right
now which will attack
their reproductive genes.

Covid Catalyst ****
Culling Commencing.

Beware of The WASP's.

pass on to black Americans.

Must be a cross, part Lab
for sure, chased a sheep
into the sea at Iskeroon.

Followed us home and
but for Daisy dog alerting
me, the hens were in for it.

He caught one, was in the
process of plucking it, but
we saved the day, I think?

The other six have vanished,
though I have the hound and
his collar number. 0876898431.

11:27 @ AM Iskeroon.com
17/11/2019.

.            I am in a dark place,
             Just for now at least.

             The deciduous ones
             Are reluctant to share
             The roof light with me.

             But all that it is about
             To change, it's the fall.

It snowed today, where
I am, an anomaly more
than a coincidence, or, as
some might say, it was PC.

We made a snowman with
*****, until a #MeToo put a
pair of **** on her, then an
LGBT put the carrot up its ((

I noticed a queue this
morning, filled with
very poor people ,who,
by their appearance and
demeanour, had little in
the way of possessions.

Yet, there they were in
the rain and cold hoping
that by the time their
turn came, something,
even anything would be
theirs for the taking.

I thanked God for my
good fortune and hoped
never to be in such a state,
whereby, my only means
of acquiring what I needed,
necessitated waiting in line,
'at a voluntary soup kitchen'.

Robinson Crusoe arrived
early, just after the tide left,
for the beach comber deals.

Bits of olde drift wood, sail
cloth, no doubt his own & a
few bottles of corked Claret.

There was a solitary native
at the stone counter, with a
name badge, [Black Friday].

The brain is in a pool
of cerebral fluid.

In sleep, consciousness
leaves the shallows.

Thought goes deep,
rapid eye movement.

Diurnal Chameleons gate
crash centurions of the mind.

Dream turns nightmare,
karma for a devilish day.