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Protestry Jones Jul 2010
The Bally Lumpkin,
laying prostrate to the light.
Living in the Tao,
no need for wrong or right.
Yet untamed by convention,
subtle wisdoms still hold sway.
Love expressed through action,
mother’s milk, father’s play.
Rhythms of the cosmos,
from day to night to day.
This is the way of the Tao,
this is the life of the Bally Lumpkin.
He knows not the reasons,
he cares not the why,
the wind blows all the same.
Living in the moment,
not wondering when he’ll die,
nor how he’ll come to fame.
Intuition now guides his hand,
unfettered by yoke of reason.
But soon the yin gives way to yang,
a cosmic course of seasons.
The yin the yang in harmony,
one gives and takes forever.
This is the way of the Tao,
this is the life of the Bally Lumpkin.
This poem was inspired by a photo of a baby boy who was wrapped in his mother's orange, silk scarf (in the manner of the Dalai Lama, no less). The baby's pet name, "The Bally Lumpkin" was given the boy by his playful parents. Throw in some serious interest in Taoism, on my part, and you've got this poem...or at least, I did.
As I was saying . . . (No, thank you; I never take cream with my tea;
Cows weren't allowed in the trenches -- got out of the habit, y'see.)
As I was saying, our Colonel leaped up like a youngster of ten:
"Come on, lads!" he shouts, "and we'll show 'em," and he sprang to the head of the men.
Then some bally thing seemed to trip him, and he fell on his face with a slam. . . .
Oh, he died like a true British soldier, and the last word he uttered was "****!"
And hang it! I loved the old fellow, and something just burst in my brain,
And I cared no more for the bullets than I would for a shower of rain.
'Twas an awf'ly funny sensation (I say, this is jolly nice tea);
I felt as if something had broken; by gad! I was suddenly free.
Free for a glorified moment, beyond regulations and laws,
Free just to wallow in slaughter, as the chap of the Stone Age was.

So on I went joyously nursing a Berserker rage of my own,
And though all my chaps were behind me, feeling most frightf'ly alone;
With the bullets and shells ding-donging, and the "krock" and the swish of the shrap;
And I found myself humming "Ben Bolt" . . . (Will you pass me the sugar, old chap?
Two lumps, please). . . . What was I saying? Oh yes, the jolly old dash;
We simply ripped through the barrage, and on with a roar and a crash.
My fellows -- Old Nick couldn't stop 'em. On, on they went with a yell,
Till they tripped on the Boches' sand-bags, -- nothing much left to tell:
A trench so tattered and battered that even a rat couldn't live;
Some corpses tangled and mangled, wire you could pass through a sieve.

The jolly old guns had bilked us, cheated us out of our show,
And my fellows were simply yearning for a red mix-up with the foe.
So I shouted to them to follow, and on we went roaring again,
Battle-tuned and exultant, on in the leaden rain.
Then all at once a machine gun barks from a bit of a bank,
And our Major roars in a fury: "We've got to take it on flank."
He was running like fire to lead us, when down like a stone he comes,
As full of "typewriter" bullets as a pudding is full of plums.
So I took his job and we got 'em. . . . By gad! we got 'em like rats;
Down in a deep shell-crater we fought like Kilkenny cats.
'Twas pleasant just for a moment to be sheltered and out of range,
With someone you saw to go for -- it made an agreeable change.

And the Boches that missed my bullets, my chaps gave a bayonet jolt,
And all the time, I remember, I whistled and hummed "Ben Bolt".
Well, that little job was over, so hell for leather we ran,
On to the second line trenches, -- that's where the fun began.
For though we had strafed 'em like fury, there still were some Boches about,
And my fellows, teeth set and eyes glaring, like terriers routed 'em out.
Then I stumbled on one of their dug-outs, and I shouted: "Is anyone there?"
And a voice, "Yes, one; but I'm wounded," came faint up the narrow stair;
And my man was descending before me, when sudden a cry! a shot!
(I say, this cake is delicious. You make it yourself, do you not?)
My man? Oh, they killed the poor devil; for if there was one there was ten;
So after I'd bombed 'em sufficient I went down at the head of my men,
And four tried to sneak from a bunk-hole, but we cornered the rotters all right;
I'd rather not go into details, 'twas messy that bit of the fight.

But all of it's beastly messy; let's talk of pleasanter things:
The skirts that the girls are wearing, ridiculous fluffy things,
So short that they show. . . . Oh, hang it! Well, if I must, I must.
We cleaned out the second trench line, bomb and bayonet ******;
And on we went to the third one, quite calloused to crumping by now;
And some of our fellows who'd passed us were making a deuce of a row;
And my chaps -- well, I just couldn't hold 'em; (It's strange how it is with gore;
In some ways it's just like whiskey: if you taste it you must have more.)
Their eyes were like beacons of battle; by gad, sir! they COULDN'T be calmed,
So I headed 'em bang for the bomb-belt, racing like billy-be-******.
Oh, it didn't take long to arrive there, those who arrived at all;
The machine guns were certainly chronic, the shindy enough to appal.
Oh yes, I omitted to tell you, I'd wounds on the chest and the head,
And my shirt was torn to a gun-rag, and my face blood-gummy and red.

I'm thinking I looked like a madman; I fancy I felt one too,
Half naked and swinging a rifle. . . . God! what a glorious "do".
As I sit here in old Piccadilly, sipping my afternoon tea,
I see a blind, bullet-chipped devil, and it's hard to believe that it's me;
I see a wild, war-damaged demon, smashing out left and right,
And humming "Ben Bolt" rather loudly, and hugely enjoying the fight.
And as for my men, may God bless 'em! I've loved 'em ever since then:
They fought like the shining angels; they're the pick o' the land, my men.
And the trench was a reeking shambles, not a Boche to be seen alive --
So I thought; but on rounding a traverse I came on a covey of five;
And four of 'em threw up their flippers, but the fifth chap, a sergeant, was game,
And though I'd a bomb and revolver he came at me just the same.
A sporty thing that, I tell you; I just couldn't blow him to hell,
So I swung to the point of his jaw-bone, and down like a ninepin he fell.
And then when I'd brought him to reason, he wasn't half bad, that ***;
He bandaged my head and my short-rib as well as the Doc could have done.
So back I went with my Boches, as gay as a two-year-old colt,
And it suddenly struck me as rummy, I still was a-humming "Ben Bolt".
And now, by Jove! how I've bored you. You've just let me babble away;
Let's talk of the things that matter -- your car or the newest play. . . .
At two this midnight the little dark one
Became a poem, her all-knowing smile
The first stanza and her baby bird- glance
Became the next one as she pranced there
On the floor up and down like pendulum
Swinging in the free air, a full fall of force,
A pout of sarcasm from tiny baby lips.

I at midnight wanted to round it off
With a cool third stanza, of epigram
A last line well said, to the deep night.
But she wouldn’t let me, the little one
That squirmed in my hands like a worm
Full of bones that pushed against mine
In my withered palms and finger bones.
It is life which pushed against my death.
As the night creeps I once again go into
My epigrammatic mode of the old poet
With the bally irony thing barely broached.


The curl on my lips that briefly occurred
Vanished without trace in my confusion
As my eye followed her moving in circles.
I thought I had seen the curl on her lips.
Dave Robertson Mar 2021
Do you know what’s good in this world?

You, you ****** idiot,
expending all your energy
whirling and worrying
about what others think
while your very industry stops them sinking,
you almighty dingus

You bally fool!
Your absence injures
in increments felt by each person
you vex for, who miss you
which add in mounds and scores
and you shaped piles
while they would run for miles
to keep you in their orbit

So,
you massive plum,
let yourself feel it
Rob Sandman Dec 2017
Started off simple you were smokin joints with your mates,
14years old hangin around at the school gates,
a juvenile delinquent,little pain in the ***,
a father at 15 grew up way too fast,
the Irish system failed you,kicked you out at 16,
moved in with your girl,a baby raised by 2 teens,
no real education so crime is your path,
tried your hand at a blag+ended up in pats(Irish Juvenile Detention),

So whats the matter sonny? life's not like the flicks,
criminals get caught,so get used to the nick,
but **** it now you're 18 thinkin' you're an O.G.,
and when you end up in the joy(Mountjoy Prison) you say listen to me,
got your apprentices in robbin,sellin poppin off fightin,
feelin like a crime titan,think you're Irelands mike tyson,
do a few more blags court dates count up,
another girl gets pregnant so the problems mount up


"I've seen the needle and the damage done, a Syringe in a Vein is like a loaded gun"

You could get a job,but **** that work's for dopes,
you spend your days dodging court dates,bangin' out dope,
snortin coke with your mates,all hard as nails,
while the real crims sit back and count their sales
all you are is a customer,forget the smiles,
there'll be another fool parted from his money in a while,
your mate johno flipped out from a long coke binge,
now he's sittin in the john o gods(Christian Rehab centre),shivering and cringin',

That'll never be you,you got a real game plan,
got a cousin who's a driver on Securicor vans,
so you hire out a shotgun,on with the bally(Balaclava),
hit the van in broad daylight,and run for an alley,
but guess whats waiting? a Special Branch team(Armed Gardai),
get the **** on the ground! is what they all just scream,
now you're banged up bigtime,a 10yr stretch
got your first bag of gear(Irish name for Smack) from a kid named fletch

CHORUS.
"well every cloud's got a silver lining  these years,
the only silver you see is tin foil for your gear,
you gave your life for a buzz that passed way to soon,
its only now you get to see the dark side of the spoon"



well its release day,Seven years down the line,
three years in remission for good behaviour time
went in the Joy a teenager,comin out a man,
with a habit that's longer than a nuns,*******
went from hash and pills to a sharper doom
your life's over,now you're on the dark side of the spoon

so you slip into the underworld,but no more blags,
robbers don't trust junkies,and your hooked through the bag,

you whine about your bad breaks,how you coulda been big,
cos you're a shadow of yourself man,smack is a pig
you're too busy to contemplate,its rob,rob,rob,
and your arms are fulla craters,so there's still no job,
you got your girl hooked too man,ain't you great,
you look at life through eyes gummed up with hate,
social welfare have put you on a methadone course,
but that ***** just as bad,it just makes you worse,

your lifes flying by now in a haze of drugs,
morphine,Oxy,blueys(******) anything for a buzz,
Skip on a few years...**** what does it matter,
days pass like mist,the gears all that matters
your girlfriends screamin' ,babies long gone,
for both of you the needle sings a sad sad song,
look behind ya - your progress is as straight as a die,
another Irish ****** ****** up your life til you die,


The smack dealers are laughin' ,Politicians don't care,
you're a skinny,pale sweaty robbin' smack nightmare,
you gave away your whole life for the solace of a spike,
it didnt cost 4million,its cheap,it cost a life(the Spire in Dublin cost 4 Million(at least) to *****, and is coloquially known as "The Spike")

who the **** can you blame?,you made your own decision,
when you first creased a vein with a simple incision,
infusion of the drug is all you care about now,
the Dark side of the Spoon,there's no way out now


Well every clouds got a silver linin' but these years,
the only silver ya see is tinfoil for your Gear,
gave your life for a buzz that passed WAY too soon,
life's over now, you're on the Dark side of the Spoon

Chorusx2,fade.
This is a distinctly Irish view of the ******/****** Epidemic,
I wrote it over ten years ago and have lost many friends through Overdoses,Disease and misadventure since then,
I have explained some of the "Irish Slang" in it, but hope that people will take the rest in without needing crib notes!,
I am always available to talk if anybody feels that ANY Drug is getting the better of them,
I offer non-judgemental non denominational common sense advice to all,
If you would like to see and hear The Dark Side of the Spoon put to music with a Slideshow video I put together many years ago here is the link,
please comment and let us know what you think!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=osgodk0H7Ko
Khadijat Bello May 2023
Humanity

Long before my existence
Man has lived in terror and harmony
He has learned to love as well as hate his colony
Humans have learned to fight for one another, and also each other

Human has learned to manage resources and also waste it
To love and hate is now a daily affair
He sometimes forgets his allies and be bally

Humanity is our felony I wonder what we ought to give
What's love without pain
What's religion without faith
And harmony without hate?

What is Humanity without its animosity
Existence without perishing
For we make up humanity
Yet we are vain and evil
Sometimes, too good for the sequel.
This is for the second day of May
Onoma Feb 2015
Can you see Hyperborea's sun, shadowless
valleys where you cut word with tooth?
An unfettered wound stutters, blowing null what
timeless utterance it will.
Where does tomorrow sleep, your prospect in
stomach, cramped with fluxing zeros and ones?
As soon as you spoke your abstraction was pardoned.
Your home's abutted geography made its revolving
bally.
Dizzy you, concentric circles closing in, advising their
babe press forth.
Mythopoetically proud as hell of your circuit, a
metaphysical luminary midwifed in an etheric
manger.
Shadows mark their growth about our encampment--
G*d's peripheral nomads etching story.
Shelter bids welcome, unwelcome everywhere...its
doors blow about as the literature of distances.
My Dear Poet Jun 2021
The stakes are high
when words are at stake
It’s an open hand
we give
we take
waging with words
a gamble for me
playing a fine line
with cliche
or corny
no matter the draw
poker face
or story
that rhyme you find
too profound
too bally
I deal this poem
I roll
you read
double or nothing
a hit or miss
is always
guaranteed
Ryan O'Leary Dec 2018
I had an Irish chicken
in France, found her on
the road at Killavullen,
near Mallow close to the
Cognac Brandy family
ancestral home, which
is called Bally Mac Moy.

Had it been a ****, I
would have christened
him " Mac Poule ".
I was driving from
Mallow, in Ireland,
to France via Wexford.
For a change, I went
by the river Blackwater
which passes as the foot
of Bally Mac Moy house.
There was a hen on the road,
and sure, why no bag her and
take her to France, I thought.
What was odd, I went via
Bordeaux, passed by Cognac
where Hennessy (the Irish family)
have a distillery. Can you imagine,
if I went in and met Frederique,
Bonjour Monsieur, J'ai trouve votre
poule proche Le Pont de Killavullen!
Jack Trainer Mar 2018
I am free to sway from my precarious perch
Outstretch my wings of sullen words
And soak up the shadow light
Of another winter’s night

Morning is nigh and blanketed
By dawns lethargic cotton-bally sky
Melodic chirping and the droning on
Of another winter’s morning

The Sun’s warmth has yet to reach my hollow bones
Motionless and afraid
My indignation is not yet complete, reticent
Of another winter’s afternoon

And the light that once illuminated my soul
Has dimmed on this weary day and
I take flight as the red dusk promises the hope
Of another winter’s evening
Johnny Noiπ Jan 2019
The National Park of Ireland National
Park is established. He is one of them,
from the aboriginal peoples from 7530
to 7320 BC. You do not have to live in the Fano river,
and probably not in the rivers,
the rivers must not live in your life,
many follow the production of lama.
In the old slavery of the old European
slavery there is old force.                                                Tracy and Chapter A:
The seventh century of the era.
The expansion of helicopters has a bigger
Persian life in Ireland.           The lines of communication are not yet known,
and these projects are the smallest
of Christensen's meat and mollusk.
Mesoliths are one of the properties,
but they transmit the traffic between Telmel and Novella.
So far, salaries are unpredictable by emotions,
with less than 2,000 and 3,000 festivals per year,
and local and time scales are in meters.  This is an image of a general public
                           and is an example of a cash management and cash analysis.
                           Of course, they do not leave the island
                           to any great extent,  the archaeological
                           materials or other acrylic materials of the earth.
In addition,                                 sea level rise is above sea level,
and above rivers and streams from 2000 to 400 a. C.
These events are very interesting in cooperation
with Northern Ireland and Ireland in the history
of education and education.   It's time to take the time to broadcast broadcasts. Anderson and Johnson; Theological evidence indicates
that the mosques lasted from approximately
500 to fifty, four to four to 500 - 4.

This is logical c. 7-6000-4000 BKK Workers
are pre-selected In the end, Muslims and Nikolai
Iris are undermining the results of the underlying neurotic control.
Other species can be found in the order.

This takes more than three quarters
and focuses on an objective position at the end of the exhibition.
It also shows a new analysis not only to facilitate the differences
but also in a stable way.          Ytterbio and the analysis and benefits of AMS
                                                          football and the sixth sixth of BP's black
spectacle.
                                            And then, in Baltic Minerals Finance Talent, LC.
The United Nations rehabilitation centers
               offer short-term accommodation
              and raw materials.                       The battle took the Carrey / Kurry
              rivers
       and lakes.
       In most countries,                             this is not based on these categories,
       but it is not the end of known young people.
In the various regions,    the author of this cooperative
                                                                ­                        author, Paul Cocogo,
                                        |                       ­              has confirmed this formula,
                        including the East Asia Region of the Great East of England,
                                 in Wilfried, Brookville,                        southern Ireland.
                                 Under the Nile plain, in Naffari, Nifri,
                                 Established a National Park
of Irish National Canoeing Heritage.                             He is a man of these,
who may well know that the burial
of A is greater than in Ireland, 7530-7320 BC,                           at that time.
Maybe they were river dwellers in Fano
and they apply it to people in the morning, he said,
and the rivers should not be in those days and ages,
many follow the county where Limerick.          Tied with
a polished burial of teeth is the oldest security in Europe.
Mesolithic and next season's art in Ireland;
Early prehistoric mesolithic flow (7) BC (6) BC
has a large pan-Ireland tile form / Eisenstein industry;
The deliveries of media tools have not yet been recognized,
these projects exceed the minimum distance
of microliths of meat and the Mesolithic environment.
Mesoliths Among the objects, but they make the transition
between the technological and the Neolithic.
So far, few in number among the signs of volatility,
just as the intensity of the salary verse
of the regionalization is not visible from the senses,
they have been observed between 2,000 and 3,000 a year,
which is after the time they will admire,
and of the dangers of space and time are in the Mesolithic.
This is a type of image of the entire human community
and the kiss was given by the example of interpreting the analysis
of the power of thought to control,                            and in relation to money.
           Certainly, they do not overwhelm the island
by putting on weight, the seat of world archeology
or other acidic organic material. In addition,                     the rise in sea level
                                                             reached between 2000 and (4) 500 BC,
                                                                ­                 she drowned on the beach,
                                                                ­       especially in rivers and estuaries
                                                                ­    that will be hunting and gathering.
These conditions, together with historical research and education
in the north and Ireland, make it clear that the record is regrettable.
But time for fear of random distribution. Anderson and Johnson
Lithological evidence suggests that it is better associated
with the end of the Mesolithic,                 even 500 years (AD (4) to 500 (4)).
                                       This is so great in the Mesolithic c. 7-6000-4000 BC
Serious lack of personnel. Finally, the late Mesolithic
and a lover of the workers in the passage of Nicholas,
Irish through the Neolithic, the forbidden investigations
that have become much more research,
is unfortunate in the mind.          The wait can be found among other species.

That should be more than three quarters,
and focused on the mesolithic pessimism after the end of the exhibition.
Not only to facilitate the distinction,
but also the availability of a new analysis of stable isotopes.
Ytterbio and analysis,                       along with the benefits of AMS football,
                                                                ­  see the truth and show BP's dark
                                                                ­  but very dynamic sixth millennium. And after that, and after Mesolithic
Mesolithic Finance Mobility, LLC,              in the areas of human resistance,
much of the mobile shopping, showed short-term
housing and processing of raw materials, the war
had ended with the carrot meal in the beach internment camps,
the bay river and the lakes.               It is not, and it went through the highest countries, it is based on these parts,        it is not yet the end of the identified young people. Regional research, including the poet
Cronan Swilly of East Donegal and the archaeological research
Bally Poet Cronan Archaeological Work in Waterford,            Brooke Valley, southeast Ireland, confirmed that formula.
There were underground excavations under Niva,
it is from Antrim, that is, where Newferry,       It has established the National National Park of Ireland National Park.
He is one of them, the rest of the Aboriginal
people in Ireland from 7530 to 7320 BC.
Probably living in the Fano River and they may be used in the morning
for rivers, rivers should not be in those ages and ages,
many will follow the limerick. It is an ancient strength
in European *******. Methitism and Next Chapter Art
                There is a 7th BCE Elite Epic Expansion Flow in Ireland (6) years
has a huge Persian Arabian lifestyle.
Communication channels are not yet known,
and these projects have the smallest
microcrysten meat and mellitus. Mesoliths
are one of the resources, but they transmit
the transition between telemolik and neolitic.
Until now, even as the class of payrolls
is not perceived by the senses,
the numbers are small, with fewer than 2,000
and 3,000 festivals per year, and location and
time accidents are in the metric.              This is a picture of a general public and it is an example of interpreting
                                                   an analysis of control over money by money.
Of course, they do not dump the island
by adding heavy, earthly archeology or
other acidic materials.               Also, sea level rise and from 2000 to 400 BC
It is found on the beach,                                        which is found under water,
especially in rivers and streams.

These events are very interesting in collaboration
with Northern Ireland and Ireland in the field
of historical research and education.                  But time to cast on broadcast broadcasts. Anderson and Johnson
The theological evidence indicates
that at the end of the mosque,        even 500 years from four to four to 500 4.

This is in Melchatical c. 7-6000-4000 BC
The shortage of workers Finally, the back Muslim
and Nicholas Iris are in a bad state of mind under
the strictly controlled tests of neurotic tests.
Other species can be found in the order.
This will take more than three-quarters
and focuses on an intricate position after the end of the exhibit.
Not only is it designed to facilitate the difference
but also a new analysis of stable isps.             Ytterbio and analysis and AMS football benefits, and BP's black display
shows the sixth full sixth.
And then and after, in the Baltic Minerals
Finance Talent, LC. Short-term housing and raw materials
have been delivered in the United Nations'
rights rehabilitation activities.            The battle took the Karzai / Kurí River and lakes. It's gone in most countries,
this is based on these segments,                                                but not the end
of the well-known young people.                     Studies in several regions,
including East Asian Dating Globe,
have confirmed this formula,
by the lead author of the Pooh Kokoro
Archaeological Survey,
                                                      in Wolfford, Brackville, South Ireland.

There were excavations underneath
the land underneath the land of Nile,
in the area of ​​torrents, Niifry.
If the Rubik's cube was round I'd roll it in the snow
caress it like a meatball then hide it in the dough
If it had same old shades of white aligned to match
and two knobby handles with a little silver catch
I would turn it slowly, rotate it, find the latch

If the Rubik's cube was spherical like soccer *****
combinatorially correct, without four simple walls
If it was soft in the center instead of hard like rock
I'd squish it into place just like a child of Dr. Spock
put it on a leash and slowly walk it round the block

If the Rubik's cube was a big old Ferris wheel of fun
I'd configure it with motion and solve it on the run
If the Rubik's cube was bally and built like solid O
I'd solve it in a jiffy, match the colors yell Bingo !
I'd wear it like a trophy and put it out for show

If the Rubik's cube was made for geniuses like me,  
they'd be far too easy, and given out for free.
I rose one mourning
too the sounds
of flailing waters
on the edge
of the water gourged well

Where it declined
down into the Bally's
where no love
sake for money grows

The skies has no laments
The earth no true girt
The rocks pebble down
into Pisces of thoughts

For even they
turn to dust
Ryan O'Leary Apr 2024
.                       E P I T A P H
    
     She couldn’t find fame so sought rich

  In a Limerick this word rhymes with *****

              She made money her God

                 Lived in, Bally - Nod

   But was burned at the stake like a witch.
Ryan O'Leary Mar 2024
T’was forty years ago now,

since I left the land of ire.

Both hemispheres all of the

continents twenty houses

bought and sold, eternally

moving, a transient drifter

a vagabond and itinerant

and sure tis here I am back

again like a tinker in a van

with me antipodean woman

parked up in Bally de Hobo,

  I’ve done the fool circle.

— The End —