Poem - Decanter Fish

I was sitting having a small glass of wine
when I saw a fish 
swimming in the fairy liquid decanter
I thought this was bizarre
even by my standards
I jumped up
and ran out to the scullery
for the fishing rod...
I thought to cover the decanter
give the fish a sporting chance
this time I opted for a worm
since fly fishing in the house can be very disruptive

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by Des Donnelly   ..written 23.Apr.2014
a few readers have asked me to publish something / anything not politics.. :-)  so this is like an interlude...

Poem - The Language of Profanity

the language of profanity, down at the pub

this tends to be more Irish, depending on your perspective

taking English and bending it around concepts

or the other way around depending on the humour

life punctuated with expletives

but there’s a breed of hoity toity fuckers

that turn their noses up at everything

sitting in their comfortable Dublin whatever?

never coming any further north than Balbriggan

and even then only for funerals and weddings

profanity something they read about in rude plays or novels

literature that was often banned

when the PP’s had the upper hand

they’d be cosy with those tramps

even though their day is done

their brand of fascist conservatism remains..

in denial

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by Des Donnelly   ..written 13.Sept.2014

William Wall Essay - Riding Against The Lizard – On The Need For Anger Now

An Essay By William Wall

  (© William Wall 2009)

  

“Anger is the political sentiment par excellence. It brings out the qualities of the inadmissible, the intolerable. It is a refusal and a resistance that with one step goes beyond all that can be accomplished reasonably in order to open possible paths for a new negotiation of the reasonable but also paths of an uncompromising vigilance.

Poems - Big Yellow Statue

whatever amount of Irish

is in Obama

it’s not enough

he’s a gutless coward

afraid to fight for anything

not even his own promises

but he’s brave enough to be slabbering

about Ireland and taxation

yet essentially silent and complicit

on the murdering of children in Gaza and Palestine

don’t even start on Guantánamo’s broken pledges

the disappointing Obama

led about by the nose of war

out robbing the world of life

all that’s missing the ring

I can see a big yellow statue to him

somewhere in Ireland
in a few years time

we’ll probably put a ring in his nose

just for clarity..

in posterity

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by Des Donnelly  ..written 11.Sept.2014

Poem - The Tibetan Republican Army

I’m a great fan of the Dali Lama
but he’s probably not a Tibetan Rá man himself
happy reading   Matthieu Ricard’s   happy book
it’s hard for Irish to embrace Buddhism
how the hell would we get any progress
if we don't fight for it.. 
this might not be great for our karma
but sure we'll straighten it up at the next reincarnation 

be lovely to do it the other way

but go out and look for the Tibetan Republican Army
there’s no word of them
not that that got us anywhere, the last time..
but perhaps in a perverse way it did
it turned the most of a country from violence
to sitting down to talk
for half a generation
to trying to sort it out
at least for a generation or so
people doing it for themselves
activism and realism in action
the independents capturing votes
getting rid of the old rhetoric
no tolerance for demagogues anymore
or the blind leading the visionary 
the antique parties tired and old
their day has come.. 
and gone



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by Des Donnelly  ..written 5.Sept.2014

Poem - Not Kosher

extremist, terrorist,
interesting words
for an interesting phenomenon
the old freedom fighter and guerrilla gone
ISIS a creation of some sort by somebody
the truth of anything becoming more elusive
but definitely a smell to ISIS
paradoxically the whole thing is not kosher




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by Des Donnelly   ..written 2.Sept.2014

Micropoetry #4

Sand Worms

we’re just sand worms 

life passing through us

intricate designs on Darwin’s beach

good to the next high tide

of evolution

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