The Baltimore Baptist shooter
had a hearing problem, so he
removed his aid before the cut.

His mother shouted after him,
Leroy Leroy, don't forget now,
son "SHOT BACK AND SIDES"

Fire breaks in the forest
Differ in width, it depends
On tree heights, species
And the prevailing winds.

In poetry literature music
It is beat verse or chapter.

In written word it’s comma.

In the spoken word pending
On the question it can vary.

For example if you ask about
Brian Thomson/ Luigi Mangione
The response will be thus.

He didn’t deserve to be shot

                    BUT

But for bread, there
would be no toast.

But for bread, there
would be no sandwiches.

But for bread, there
would be no soldiers.

But for bread, there
would be no pudding.

But for bread, there
would be no board.

But for bread, there
would be no crumbs.

But for bread, there
would be no Butter.

But for heat there would be

no rat a tat tat on rail tracks,

  expansion-less joints.


     But for heat there would

      be no white cars, Ford

      wanted them all black.


      But for heat, we would

       have no silhouettes,

        shadowless souls.


    But for heat, there would

        be no evaporation

            thus no rain.


But for heat there would be no

nimbus, with angels and harps,

or rainbows with pots, for gold.


But for heat and ******* there on

us machismo's would never have

   discovered doggy fashion.

Speed of thought and
taught are unrelated.

In my school days it
mattered not because
whether one was of
them square on the
hypothenuse or one
of those e=mc squares
the schizophrenic type
it made no difference
because thinking out of
the box was frowned upon.

The curriculum had but
one common denominator,
no variables or divisible's.

Pie or square buns with a
pint of milk was issued to
those of us with nits in our
hair, compliments of state.

These were accessible
after MSIHCETAC that is
"Master Sits In His Chair
Each Time At Catechism"
because I was Dyslexsick.

Oh yeah, the nits on my head
were woodworm according
to Brother Victor who told
me not to scratch them or
I would get splinters under
my nails, everyone laughed,


              (but me)

One discovers quickly
enough, which side
their bread is buttered
when it falls off a table.
        

              [ ~~ ]

Barcelona played chess
with a ball, created an
optical illusion for the
fans, mesmerised the
camera's not to mention
Sevilla's goalkeeper who
was looking for the bean
under a shell, but, Messi
checkmated Monarchally.

The Monarch tells Britons
not to loose sight of the big
picture as Philip zig zags yet
again en route to Sandringham,
which, by any standard, is as
large a canvass any Briton could
ever focus on.

I'd a ** in Boise she
was Afro American.

Good Bad and Ugly,
for a few dollars less,
the green backs are
Wash'd out, George!

The box was new,
yet you neglected
the old adage, of,
trust all men but
cut the cards and
Donald is Trump.

A statue of limitations
is what's needed to
pay hommage to
Margaret Thatcher.

A posthumously
proscribed, plinth
prevention, proposal,  
postponement party!


        \\|| / /

Marc Lamont Hill
has been silenced
in the Liberty land

From a river ~~
to the sea ~~~~~
he had a stream.

Became a night mer!

We are not permitted to
write negatively about
the Vacks Seen which
is being used to control
the population growth
so we need to find other
methods of mentioning.

             C / 9 V
               ˚

It is pungent, adds flavour,
it is a disinfectant, it heals.

Allicin Wonderdrug will
cure Coronavirus but this
is not common knowledge.

from Latin allium ‘garlic’ + -in1.

We have been caging animals,
                 birds and factory farming pigs
fowl cattle even fish but now
                  it gives them great pleasure to
see our world in lockdown.
                   We have been killing animals,
birds, pigs, fowl, cattle and fish
                 but now we are dying just like
them, how does it feel to you?

By the valley wall a
jealous old man built
a box with a circular
hole and waited for
the young boys voice
to reverberate across
the ravine and when
it rebounded he held
aloft his snare which
trapped the sound in
a chamber and then
he closed off the ope
with six wire strings.
           ||||||
In this dream I found
an old guitar that had
been abandoned in the
ruins of a circa 18th
century Irish mansion.
               O
I have since bought
myself one and in the
process of liberating
what is no doubt an
aspect of my own
desire for expression.
               (((

The Wasp's of USUK
are experiencing an
inequality of mutual
justification after their
combined histories in
plundering the wealth
of defenceless nations.

The Cagey Bee's who
have secretly stored
sufficient honey out of
reach from the Zionists
are watching and waiting
for the impending swarm
to execute the final sting.

Nothing is accomplished
with ease, well, not worth
mentioning, if it's a doddle.

Give us our daily bread has a
Socialist ring, that same bell as,
please Sir may I have some more.

Bakers have never had it easy,
inclement hours, heat, solitude,
why it is, there is no Breadwalk.


For the Bread Muse.

Conservation  conversation
concerning coronavirus
caused carnivores concern.

Certain communities could
continue casual consumption.

Counties Cavan, Cork, Clare
can certainly cease culling
calves.

Chinese children cancelled
coming, citing chills causing
coughs, colds, chronic chests.

Our November Donkey
from The Sanctuary at
Liscarrol in County Cork,
is known for his walloper.

Dangler is his name, given
him by the resident Vet who
said he has never seen the
like of it.

In fact, it is so long that they
have had to manufacture a
set of four high rise platform
shoes, to keep it aloft.

In recent times, the word has
got out and The Sanctuary has
become a tourist Mecca just to
see Dangler wearing stilts.

              c  c
               //
              c  c

.                                                    it
Monday Tuesday Wednesday    Friday Saturday Sunday
                                                     /\

I'm an Alcoholic
but not a drunk
I never wash, I
am a skunk.

I did have dread
locks thought now
I comb, but I have
since become punk.

I lived in Chelsea
by Worlds End
Mariane Faithful
was my friend.

I went to Pont St.
where I met a star
whom I later saw
in my local bar.

A pint of Porter
a pint of beer, we
wished them all
a happy new year.

Gael Force


Silver lining
porous

Morse roof
taps

Braille drops
on head

auld acquaintance
reigns.




2024 to 5
Quoi de neuf ?

Back in Ireland
again

He wrote standing up, doubt if
kneeling would have been his
forte, yet, he had one, bought it
in 1955, five years prior to a fatal
accident en route to Paris from
Lourmarin in Provence where I
currently reside. Catherine, his
daughter, gifted me the stool with
a letter of provenance, both of which
are still in my possession. But why,
one must ask, did Albert Camus
purchase Un Prie Dieu, he being an
atheist. Is there anybody out there
able to answer this question ?

In poetry form!

Here is a challenge for you.
So, first, google Camus and
find out what you can, then
get writing.

Ps. Photo of Stool on request.
capfiny@gmail.com

A poet can pray, but never

                  kneel,

As an axle still, in a turning

                 wheel.

    But why this title, to an

       archetype atheist?

    Pardonne-moi, il était

           existentialiste!

When the Canadian Pacific
railway was being constructed,
the three main nationalities
doing the labouring, were Irish,
Italians and Chinese.

During some stretches, the Irish
were laying more rails than the
other two combined.

This statistic became the yardstick
for measuring the energy of potatoes,
pasta and rice.

Potato and rice bread exist, but no
such thing as pasta bread.

So, in answer to the question of

Why do we always get two slices
of bread with pasta ?

It is because Napoleon said, at the
battle of Marengo, in Italy:

" An army marches on its stomach ".

New game has begun a
second deck introduced
the Trump's removed &
so, Biden commences with
a High Chaperone holding
reins of the apocalyptic
horses recently shod, hob
nailed for the sole purpose
of Trampassing the plains
people during what will
be a corporate stampede
already in process hence
the dust masks which are
all part of corral procedure
as the herding and branding
is about to begin now that
you have all been opiated
by that same media which
has been designed to keep
you and abject ignorance.
You have just entered the
gates of Shiloh, Judge Garth
has sentenced you, the dark
sinister silent one riding the
white horse is Satan incognito
The Virginian, Betsy was a lure.

Assad Macron May Trump?

Donald the Trump
Is joker of the pack
Worth fifty points
But many are blank.

Ireland is riddled with
cancer.

Pesticides, herbicides,
fungicides-

Are obviously, not the
answer.

Dairygold® have got
it right. Surprisingly!

Organic pastureland,
green grass, happy cows!
            
   "Golden Valleys,
Growing Naturally" ?

         ("Logo ™")
without the question
            mark.

              <>

In the event of Corporate
Punishment, IE, finding a
herd of hungry Friesians
in my front lawn, or my
next organic pizza happens
to be a Crispy Cow Pat with
lashings of Mozzarella, I am
hereby declaring that Silent
Spring lady, Rachel Carson,
was bumped off for making
metaphorical accusations, such
as could be interpreted by those
who are currently involved in
the depopulation process by
way of poisoning the people
via consumer products, that
are known to contain harmful
carcinogenic compounds veiled
by misleading advertising.


natural
adjective
1. her policy of using fresh, natural produce: unprocessed, organic, pure, wholesome, unrefined, pesticide-free, chemical-free, additive-free, unbleached, unmixed, real, plain, ******, crude, raw. ANTONYMS  artificial, refined.

2. a natural occurrence: normal, ordinary, everyday, usual, regular, common, commonplace, typical, routine, standard, established, customary, accustomed, habitual, run-of-the-mill, stock, unexceptional. ANTONYMS abnormal, unnatural, exceptional.

I quenched lit candles,

doused them with spit,

7 times, for bad luck.


  Darkness came, but,

 the moon (rescented,

 I made it back to Gaza.

I’m on the regime, took
two antifungals last thing
before going to sleep.

I was awakened by the
committee in my head,

A trial of contrition and
half finished confessions.

I accused myself but there
was nobody to defend me.

I was delusional, the clock
sounded like a metronome

with the measured beat of
a pendulum resembling

scythe strokes of the grim
reaper.

I heard the belfry reminding
people to keep on counting

I heard the salt truck go
by, the dome hazard light

would have been rotating
warnings in semaphore.

I heard the rooster, no doubt
it must have been dawn,

I dared not open my eyelids,
they were Thames Barriers

holding back deluged tears
that I cried in the night.

I didn’t want to see the day,
and I used to be a lively lad,

but now I fear that I’m in a
state of perpetual photophobia.

I’m in the dark, am I some sort of
a mushroom, a Shitake perhaps?

World War Tree

.           I have never celebrated
           my own birthday and I
           never will so long as it
           coincides with tragedy.

           The candelabra symbol,
           is as abhorrent to me as
           mushroom clouds over
           Hiroshima and Nagasaki.

           Anniversaries of all the
           deaths inflicted by evil
           empires and laterally by
           Zionists, it is sickening.

           Israel, you don’t get to
           cry wolf and **** sheep
           in the same fields that
           you squat and occupy.

           Biblical references are not
           in land survey/deeds, the
           promised land has no title,
           not yours go - - - - yourselves.

Every cloud’s got a silver lining
the Irish Nimbus has a tear tab!

What will the 20th Century

Holocaust survivors say of

Season 2 the 21st Century

reproduction in full colour

with new and more efficient

directors than in Season 1.


The Judea **** role being

played by the IDF needed

no rehearsal, as Fascism,

according to screenwriters

is reflexive, it's in their DNA.

May be box office success.

Cannibalism is illegal,
but carnivores can keep
up with their practice,
just in case, that one day,
the law might be changed.

If I was a poet and
not a painter, the
first stroke of my
plume would need
to be a commitment.

Chameleonic art has
the ability to be diluted,
abstracted, even inverted
and in my opinion, most
of it is a load of old Pollocks.

.                  Can We Ask.


Oh Mother Russia we task you to ebb

       North Atlantics Tidal Overflow

            beyond our horizons,

              purify its pollutants,

               destroy its debris

             fumigate waste in

           wake of its departure.

             Oh Mother Russia

             Oh Mother Russia

       of whom else can we ask?



                             /
              Poroszlo Hungry

                   August 7th.

Because the computer
does not tolerate any
form of individuality by
way of misspellings or
neglecting to dot ones
eyes or cross ones teas
there is no difference
anymore no eccentrics
we're all homogenous
just a mundane sense
of sameness which is
utterly boring and all
our writing is identical
we have been colonised
well I'm not buying into
it I refuse to end my text
conventionally therefore
not punctuated I decline
to halt this in the usual
way with a capacity cease

On those rare cloudless
days everyone becomes
exhilarated in Ireland.

But we're a tiny island
all our horizon touches
the sea, hence it *****.

Rainbows form from
earth dyes used for
colouring flowers.

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.

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.

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.