After Cuckoo's have
finished with looted
nests of lesser birds,
Squirrels exploit them
for amassing excesses!

Joe doesn't know what
state he is in despite it
being written on prompt
pages on the podium in


  CAPITAL LETTERS.

En France they celebrate
the end of WW1 once.

But, they get to celebrate
the ends of WW11 twice.

C'est logique.

Mais, imagine le troisieme
guerre mondial,

Hmm, des Francaise va faire
le pont!

Echoes((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((

Am/Ripples are echoes G/for those who can't hear
Am/thunder has lightning G/to tell them it's near

Em/The moon is an echo D/for no sun in the sky
Em/day is an echo D/for night, that is why

Am/Guitars make an echo,G/ when they are strum
Am/voices respond by G/ resounding the hum

Em/Shadows are echoes D/at NOON they’re in gloam
Em/but the word it reflects D/so its called palindrome

Am/Trains they make echoes G/in tunnels with *****
Am/and though it’s but one G/they call them two hoots

Em/A bell has an echo D/when ringing the news
Em/anvils have echoes D/when horses wear shoes

Am/Rainbows have echoes G/in pots at each end
Am/who was it that said that G/ light cannot bend

Em/A lighthouse when flashing D/is an echo in Morse
Em/for posh sailing boats D/and not Viking Norse

Am/A bow has an echo G/with a wow at the end
Am/one bark at midnight G/starts setting the trend

Em/A dream is an echo D/of what we once did
Em/but hid in a bottle D/behind Jeannie’s lid

Am/Words in the ether G/will never meet
Am/that’s why an echo G/can never cheat

Em/Your echo my echo D/are the saddest of all
Em/that’s why they listen D/at our wailing wall

                           Outro

Am/Heartbeats are echoes G/like yours and like mine
Am/that’s why this song is G/ending with PINE.  

Am/La La La La La  G/La La La La
Am/La La La La La  G/La La La La

Am/La La La La La  G/La La La La
Am/La La La La La  G/La La La La

                         Fading

Am/La La La La La  G/La La La La
Am/La La La La La  G/La La La La


Ryan O'Leary ©

Dressage Pearl Girl

G/ She’s the queen of bedight                                        
Em/ she side steps like a knight
C/ and tacks like a bishop
D/ at sea
                                    
F/ She can counter a canter                            
C/ walk trot and enchanter
G/ with a leg yield she changes
Am/ the lead.

G/ She can turn on her haunches                                    
Em/ traverse as she launches
C/ a transition position
D/ to please.
                                                
F/ Pirouette's on the back
C/ means give her some slack
G/ while a flying change will give her
Am/ some ease.

G/ If she makes a half pass
Em/ by cocking her ***
C/ her hind quarters are merely
D/ a tease.

F/ But before your engagement
C/ make sure the arrangement
G/ has room for a full
Am/ serpentine.

G/ Because you might regret                                    
Em/ while working up sweat
C/ she’ll free walk then bolt
D/ it’s routine.

F/ You could pull on the bit
C/ try a shoulder fore fit
G/ a renverse it will tell you
Am/ she’s keen.
                              
G/ If she tries to re-volte
Em/ time she knows you're the colt
C/ make contact and then
D/ intervene.    

F/ You can tell by her gait
C/ if she’s seeking a mate
G/ when she’ll saunter
Am/ just like a Coleen  
                                                                      
G/ It’s the covering room
Em/ she’s the bride your the groom
C/ wear blinkers
D/ she’ll know what you mean.

F/ When there's no way of knowing                                
C/ the true way of going
G/ suppleness has got to be                          
Am/ seen.
                                
G/ Thoroughness pays
Em/ in those early days          
C/ with thoroughbreds
D/ theres’s no in between.
                                                ­       ­            
F/ You’ll have made your first gaffe                                
C/ if she does a Piaffe
G/ Regrette Rien if she’s ne'er again
Am/ seen.

F/ You’ll have made your first gaffe                                
C/ if she does a Piaffe
G/ Regrette Rien if she’s ne'er again
Am/ seen.

F/ You’ll have made your first gaffe                                
C/ if she does a Piaffe
G/ Regrette Rien if she’s ne'er again
Am/ seen.
                                                           ­            
                 Chorus

F/ She don’t need no reason
C/ she’s always in season
G/ the world is her oyster
Am/ dressage pearl girl.

F/ She don’t need no reason
C/ she’s always in season
G/ the world is her oyster
Am/ dressage pearl girl.
                                  
F/ She don’t need no reason
C/ she’s always in season
G/ the world is her oyster
Am/ dressage pearl girl.



Ryan O'Leary ©

                                                        
    ­                <>                

Ps.

Original chess piece was a Ship not a
Bishop, (this is why it tacks). Hence
the reference in first verse.

This song uses all the terminology of dressage.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3uXXW8_NMOs

Composed for Charlotte DuJardin of Valegro fame.

In life, we can, and all do, get
our chance to be overturned.

Refugees escaping, full of hope,
only to be foiled by a tidal wave.

I was cap-sized early, at school,
dyslexic, wore the Dunces Hat.

But remember, even well fitting
mortarboards can flip in the wind.

If the cap fits, but remember,
mortarboards flip in the wind.

In life we can and all do, get
Our chance to be overturned.

Refugees escaping, full of hope
only to be foiled by a tidal wave.

I was capsized early, at school,
Dyslexic, wore the Dunces hat.

I just saw a canary land
on a barbed wire fence

May have mistaken it for
brambles, or blackthorns

An alien domain, after an
entire lifetime in captivity

Suddenly, it flew upwards,
away to a barcoded window

Perched on your sill, I thought,
they have a mutual understanding.



Ryan O'Leary
The Proscribed Poet



Poem composed today at
the gates of Vassa prison
in Finland, perhaps I used
a bird as my metaphor just
to convey the fragility and
fickleness of our freedoms.
One might wish to analyze
it in more depth or enquire
if indeed the canary sought
safety from a liberty it was
unaccustomed to and not
yet capable of managing.
Could it be that the canary
was a refugee in need of a
a safe haven and albeit it be
back in a cage, it was at least
shared with and cellmate who
had empathy and understanding.


I leave it with you to peruse
and deduce what the author
was feeling and to whom and
where was he referring to.

There is a rumour going
around that a brown crow
has been seen in the cemetery.

Three times a week I walk
through the graveyard on my
way to the Supermarket.

(Where, oddly enough, I am
buying day old bread to feed
them)

So, I put it down to an Irish
yarn, a Paddy Porky not to
be taken too seriously.

But guess what, along with
Stumpy, the one legged crow,
there he was in the garden.

A freak of nature, a mottled
right wing, the coffee king,
rogue raven, fluky feather.

Ps.

No photo as yet.

After falling on hard times,
Midas took to raiding skips
and bottle banks in order to
sustain himself.

It was on one such occasion
that his luck was to change,
when he opened a green olive
oil pitcher.

Out popped a Genie who said
he could have any wish his
heart desired, but just one and
it was not changeable.

Hungry as a hound and poor
as a church mouse, he made his
choice, heading straight to the
bakery for a cake on the window.

From that day forward, the name of
this particular piece of confectionary
has gone into the recipe books of
cooks and boulangers world wide.

I had a close shave today
I was frothing at the mouth
because some fukin eejit cut
the corner in a Mitsubishi.

I love the smell of coal
fires, Car-bon sounds
very french, but what's
better, is when crows
land on chimney pots
in winter to get warm,
they, like me, I expect,
are monoxide addicts.

Bet you they smell like
smoked Gitanes when
they go to the perch at
the rookery next to a
raven head who must
think, "what the ****".

A poet is someone who
has too much time on
their hands.

In the past, it was an
aristocratical passtime,
example, Lord Tennyson.

The empirical houses of
Japan produced all of the
early haiku's.

Today, we are all emanating
those of whom we purport
to abhor.

Besides, we are contributing
to the pollution problem, by
leaving a carbon foot in print.

The Cuck Coup
comes in April

Tries for check,
or mate, in May

But very soon
he's out of tune

By day 1 he is
on his way.

    <>

For Juan Guaido
The Cuck Coup.

1st May 2019.
Bravo Maduro.

Fame mixed with celestial
genius, free spiritedness,
wealth and being Italian,
is why the Lacoste socialists
are wishing he would go away
and die somewhere else but
not here as it is a Midi Evil
Village and they do not want
outsiders to discover this by
the mass media coverage that
would ensue when he'd died.


Ps.

Cecile Lindfors, a French native
Lacoste resident, said she has a
bottle of Champagne in her fridge
to celebrate Pierre Cardin's death.

Reincarnation does not
cater for herbivores.                            

Or Vegetarians.
Buddah got it wrong!!

Were centaurs omnivores or herbivores
(Faeces check coming up soon)

……………………………………………...

Evolution.

Hari Kari

Hari Krishna

Harry Worth.


……………………………………………….


Patient : Doctor, I feel like a centaur
Doctor: Can you **** walking?


(that was the Faeces check)


No poems today
I am deranged.

At a fish meat hen
held by concerned
mothers regarding
school lunches they
agreed to launch a
trial of vegetarian
only products until
the current Carni 19
epidemic lessened
or a suitable vaccine
was tried and tested
on opiated guineapigs.

         <>

Cavia porcellus,
family Caviidae.
A person or thing
used as a subject
for experiments.

There is a certain smugness
about people who eat meat.

Pompous and yes they ****
much more than herbivores.

Hence the saying, to be
Hoisted by ones own petard.

                    <>

Péter noun  Francias = To ****

My grandmother spent a lot of
time shoooing the poultry from
sitting on the half door of her
kitchen which looked directly
out to the haggard where open air
toilets attracted the carnivore peckers.

My grandfather only ever ate white
shelled eggs, he was adamant about that.

The chickens used to perch on the door,
face outwards, using the altitude as
long drops for their runny poo’s that
Jackson *******'d the stone floor of
the thatched farmhouse with white
washed walls, open turf fire and no
toilet.

China chicken coup
calamity causing chaos.

Coughing, choking,
chiting, croaking.


ps.

You eat what you deserve.

I think if people abandoned
meat consumption, Corona-
-virus would not be an issue.

It was a painful departure,
her hand waving like the

sail of a ship, as the tide
drew away in a seemingly

motionless manoeuvre,
tantalizing my desire

by reaching out verbally
and requesting to be a

stowaway in her heart.

That sinking feeling, as she
reached the horizon on the

road, no longer visible,
replaced by an echo, that

mischievously mimicked
my mirage.

Just saw an abortion,

floating, boy!

All ****** wrapped,

in pink, but why?

Such a stench,

each passing *****

can live the lie.

Maggots thriving.

Called surviving.

Makes one want

to cry.


ps.

Carrig on Suir is a town
in Waterford Ireland, it
is on The River Suir.

Covid CASES are just a media
catch phrase, an anonymous
statistic which have the same
marketing value as  FRESH
in Daily Bread.

Fresh employs a sense of safe,
even pure, but look at the list
of ingredients in a sliced pan!
Now there is a Pandemic for
you, explained in a metaphor.

ps.
Brennan's Irish Bread has 12
ingredients.

French bread has 4.
Yeast Salt Flour and Water.

So, what are the other 8
ingredients in Brennans Pandemic?

I say unto you, take no heed of
Fresh Cases of Covid or Irish Bread.

Imagine busking on the
corner of a street singing
for Nickels and Dimes.

Or what about Penny for
the Guy 5th of November.

No more Heads I win
Harps you loose.

Poor boxes, three coins in
the fountain somewhere
in the heart of Rome, empty.

Cashless has broad implications
especially for the money launderers.

But working black will be its main
objective, banks are loosing out on
transactions, control is card carrying.

No Money No Cryme.

Money listens, that is why
coins have heads in profile.

                <>





For Jamal Khashoggi
R.I.P. Istanbul 2nd Oct 2018.

Not that they would be
aware of the system, but
there is a hierarchy dans
des gens de corbeaux.

Today we have a ****
frost in Mallow - 2 ˚ C
and an Irish fog which
has whitened the Crows.

Cast in A Dark Role


It is the midday sun

decides whether or

not, shadows stand

or lean or finally fade

and wane away to die.


In summer, solstice

silhouettes outgrow

their masters Ego,

but they're Id again

on the shortest day.


Edison gave life to

darkness thus enabling

sombre reflections an

opportunity to exist,

in the stygian gloom.

Parisites of pain
    feasters of famine
  purveyors of poverty.      

Justified I’ll be thinking
they have it coming, the
     writings on a wall.

   Can’t say I will be in
the slightest bothered,
       action reaction.

     Wheels of Karma
   are spoked with the
    clubs of retribution.

Panoramio - Photo of Fly On The Window Pane

           An Eco Option.

You can stay here, agitated
by our window (and we don’t
use fly spray) but, you’ll have
to take your chances with the
spiders! or, go on out in the
cold and freeze your ***** off!


                                    

                                     22
                                          Oct
                                                 2016.


Spider goes on line
  fly@centre.web  

                                 Ryan ©

At midnight tonight
both hands of the clock
will touch, in a clasping
grip, of a futile effort,
to seize today.

22 July 2018.

Timothy Sexton’s
epileptic bell-whether
used for Angelus

I saw a dog today
stuck in the mud
being pushed by
another one with
only two legs for
traction but why
not give her a tow
because she was
wearing a leash
and collar that
seemed far more
logical especially
as there was a dip
in the field which
would have made
it effortless, but
canines are thick!

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Jackson, the black cat at Iskeroon.com
just walked right across the keyboard
producing a Hieroglyphic Haiku of
which I am unable to decipher, hence
posting it for all at Hello Poetry to see.


Ps
A Four Paw Faux Pas.
Or
A load of old Pollocks.

As yet unknown, but
there is a current session
of the parliament, where
they are discussing the
******. A witness that
has been deemed a flight
risk, heard a series loud
angry repetitive caws.

On the Killarney road
just by the race course
out side Mallow, there
is a dead crow by a can.

There was a Crow on
my neighbours barbecue
when I got up at five am.

Bits and bones of a fowl
chick hen being ripped
from the grill cage.

Corks cans plastic Coke
bottles chocolate boxes
cigarette ends and embers.

I'm glad to be a vegetarian,
I won't share a table, a fridge,
nor a bed with a carnivore.

They are no better than
cannibals, just slightly
more evolved, same smell.

As anticipated, he was
a flight risk and true to
tradition, proved it.

But regardless, the French
called an airport in Paris
after him.

These are the ones
that chit on your
chest or chair as
you cleep on a chip
cruising by the coast.

C-ease
                      F-ire




Tree

                           survives.

Olives

                           smoked.

            
Manhole

                             covers

shield

                          shrapnel.

          
Crescent

                            moons

crushed.  

                            Rubble.
  
Missing

     ­                     children.

Daumier's

                                mule.

When Cardin is
eventually cremated,

If anything, she will
but elated.

Then each Mardi soir
and not dressed en noir

She'll keep count of
the souls she has hated.

Cut trees
Carved up animals
Choirs
Carols
Christmas

What do the atheists eat
What do the agnostics drink

And why do the secular
Seculorum’s even partake ?

Domineering vobiscums !

When I was an active
alcoholic, I thought of
nothing but drink.

*** was never given a
moments consideration
while the pubs were open.

When they were closed, I
was non compus mentus,
hence, I wasn't a contender.

I got clean and sober a bit
late, so, I never got to know,
what the ****, was all about.

The cells never forget
is not graffiti after the
last inmate but a quote
from G. Bernard Shaw
pertaining to Famine.

Oscar Wilde said the
two greatest tragedies
in life were not getting
what you want and
getting what you want.

Behan took the larger
desert. An Englishman
thought it bad manners.
"Which would take" ?
The smaller. "You got it"

Wishful
Thinking!


      
      E
B  ( x ) R
       i
       t
      / \
    / __\

- - -    - - - - - - -   are
murderers - - -  no-
- - - -   believes the
- - - - story about
the  - - - - - -    - - - -
because  - - -  British
- - - -  be  - - - - - - -
border - - - - - - - .

I never read what I have
written, because it always
seemed as though it made
sense in thought. Not. Indeed.

I’ve Got Something To Think

- ——— ————————————

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Ps

It is not a Haiku

CEO    Luigi Mangione Pizza.
Cheese Eggplant and Olives
On a perforated base, chilly
Pellets to burn your fat *****.

I am 47, and, feeling AK
about my Braille dotting
of the black Limousines
while you are inside, en
route to the world bank.

Kalash rhymes with cash
and crash, nikov & rip off
sound symbiotic, but what
care you with your bungy
graphs of $nakes & adders!