Thursday, August 25, 2016

Expel the israeli diplomatic mission from Ireland

As a nation we must stand up and insist on the removal of the israeli ambassador and all his cronies from Ireland.

The Palestinian people are continuing to be massacred, men, women and children killed indiscriminately in their beds by this rogue state.

In all conscience we as a people must not /cannot tolerate representatives of the israeli rogue government on our shores.

I call on the people of Ireland in all that is good and true and fair this must not be allowed to continue. It is no better than what we suffered through all the years of british brutality, please do not turn the other cheek.

Those being killed and brutalised are a father's daughter - a mother's son - all being killed or brutalised as we sleep. Children imprisoned, people degraded day after day - it is a total disgrace.

I call on the Leaders of all political parties to seek the immediate expulsion of all members of the israeli diplomatic mission from Ireland.

Des Donnelly Tyrone

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Sunday, June 26, 2016

IHEU reads poem banned in Saudi for ‘apostasy’ to delegates at UN

The ongoing case of Palestinian poet, Ashraf Fayadh, who is currently imprisoned in Saudi Arabia.

The latest in a series of trials and results has seen the sentence commuted from beheading to eight years imprisonment with 800 lashes for ‘apostasy’. The charges include “spreading atheism” and insulting “the divine self”.



Ashraf Fayadh, a poet currently imprisoned in Saudi Arabia.

On Thursday 23/06/2016 at the United Nations, the International Humanist and Ethical Union’s (IHEU) director of advocacy, Elizabeth O’Casey, read out a poem that is banned in Saudi Arabia on the grounds of ‘apostasy.’ The poem was delivered in front of the delegation from Saudi Arabia and the rest of the Human Rights Council.




Read the full story on:-
http://iheu.org/iheu-reads-poem-banned-in-saudi-for-apostasy-to-delegates-at-un/

Tuesday, January 12, 2016

there is no justice.. the late great Bowie..

the talented die, silence reigns, rebels leave the lost behind...



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Saturday, December 26, 2015

Angel Nafis - Angel's Heart Clown's the Ocean

..there are mega poets / talents out there.. alas the system of University professor cow and student poet tit does not lend itself to showcasing it...

see  http://www.angelnafis.com/ for more..

    1. Yo, You got something on your face
Me so mighty I make a ghost of everything
Who you are?
Please believe I know how to heart
sick. There is no leash for this,
only unleash, Nigga.

I know all about your everything
Nigga, I'm all archive and pulse.

I'm steady in the business
of overwhelming of nourish and nourish
nourish to death
too much of a good thing
is still too much.

I invented plenty.

I cover more than half of earth.
I know the sun, like a son    Son!
The Moon pull close to me
like it routing for a nipple.
All I ever do is swallow,
       Is claim all that boasts beauty
       Is belong nowhere but my own lonely,

I'm all mouth
all tunnel
I lick the plate
I depth
I depth
a valley of doors

Moderation is for bitches

I Mammoth
I seduce the blood to one spot
I the corset and the rouge
You graveyard
But I haunted house

You call that a tide?
Why you leave so much earth dry?
Ain't your moms ain't teach you to swallow?

     2. I fucked your Moms
My girl, Angel, she a good mule.
She a tidy slaughter.
I say, give me him and give me her
and I'll let your Dad go
she shake her head "No"
I tell her give me your hands
and I'll give you back your throat
she start sweating, she say "No"
Her blood is an endless bed.
I give a fuck about a choice
I make her a charade of holy
a stampede of raw
too much
too much

She can barely look at anything
without crying.

She everything's wife.

     3. I'm your Daddy
Not bomb shelter
Or flare gun
Not life jacket
Or pill
Not parachute
Or held breath
Not blindness     Not death
Can un-ring this bell calling
and calling for every morsel
With nerve enough to be

    Shipwrecked sailors follow
my sorrow-joy for whole lives
they blame love
they blame love,
    Everyday they blame love.

—ANGEL NAFIS

Friday, December 18, 2015

Support Ashraf Fayadh, a Palestinian poet who has been sentenced to death by the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia..

for Apostasy for christ sake.. in this day and age...
..in Islam (Arabic: ردة‎ riddah or ارتداد irtidād) is commonly defined as the conscious abandonment of Islam by a Muslim in word or through deed.

Islam really does need to get its act together and drag itself into this century or at the very least stop killing people for such a flimsy thing called belief / faith

..imagine if the catholic church started to do the same here... and they did to an extent with ostracisation / denunciation - thankfully 'The Struggle' helped break the back of their power.. particularly here in the north..

Anyway.. and most crucially..
please support Ashraf Fayadh, a Palestinian poet who has been sentenced to death by the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia:

Worldwide reading 14.01.2016 - Worldwide Reading of selected poems and other texts in support of Ashraf Fayadh


http://www.worldwide-reading.com/archiv-en/14-01-2016-worldwide-reading-of-selected-poems-and-other-texts-in-support-of-ashraf-fayadh


Saturday, June 13, 2015

William Butler Yeats

On this day in 1865..

No doubt many have many favourite WB Yeats poems...


When You Are Old
       
When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;

And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.











William Butler Yeats
Born: June 13, 1865, Sandymount, Ireland
Died: January 28, 1939, Menton, France


Tuesday, April 28, 2015

Poem - Horse Words


hypnotic or alluring the scratch of the pencil
like a fresh horse just out 
spooked by a sound in its mind
the smell around it
not running for the joy
but for fear
behind that imagined scratch
on a sensitive place called bleed me
and so it does, but not blood
a trickle of phantasms
half formed half shapes gaining on you 
feeling the fear of the horse words under you
knowing without looking the gallop a leading question
another high cliff 
just a fall away,
waking up to a future of 
remembering..


Saturday, February 28, 2015

Poem - It’s Autumn Already


it’s autumn here already, 
as the wind says,
the golden golds and the swirl of leaves,
a mad wind up rushing up to you
on it’s way to somewhere else.
Imagine living in a series of autumns,
being like a tornado chaser,
running the globe after falling leaves.
Living in that rhythm of life it full of endings,
like an Ireland far away, 
her easy rain and death in the trees soft moan.
All the while, us, on our hands and knees
in some form of stupor, poverty or obeisance.
What better bitter drama to have on one’s own doorstep,
so far away from the arrogant sterility of London or New York.
Autumn an almost perfect match for the Irish psyche,
the endings, the depression, the dark things unspoken.
Yet around the fire in a pub the craic and the happy smiles,
soup coming in off the range, the place full of mad ones.
All of us gathering in close, 
circling in our own camp of strange uniqueness,
All of us brothers and sisters in that moment, 
blow-ins not understanding any of it,
how a stranger could be a long lost sister
or why just one word could be funny, 
or sad.
The mood rising and falling,
as the wind says.