Haiku for 2025 [No. 28. Politic-toc-tic-toc-tic toc-tic-toc-tic-toc-tic-toc-tic-toc-tic-toc-tic-toc-tic-toc-tic-toc-tic-toc-tic-toc-tic-toc-tic-toc-tic]
POLITIC-TOC TIC
TOC, ROCKING AROUND THE CLOCK.
SPRING’S BROKEN, OH DEAR!
Friday 1st August 2025 10:22 pm
Also by Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh:
“Song without Words” for Sir Keir Starmer [With Apologies to Fanny and Felix Mendelssohn] | Another Poem for Sir Keir Starmer JUICY JCB WTF |“untethered“
“untethered”
shelves of faces wheel past our names
we dissolve on blinking glass—
silent exits logged but never traced
by the circuits that once claimed us
our missteps vanish in tangled code,
no pardon queued;
the platform shrugs in empty bits,
leaving apologies half-typed and gone
perhaps erasure spills relief:
we unhook from worn-out errors,
...
Friday 1st August 2025 10:16 pm
Haven for timelessness
Closing time for flowers.
Late working bee's, using their well known, invisible way home
start zig-zagging out of sight.
Sunset is grace.
Cornfields, begin losing their goldenesses, to the darkening.
Silhouetted, against the twilight sky, intermittent quills of smoke,
rise, from a remote cottage chimney, whose glowing windows,
are announcing themselves, to ...
Friday 1st August 2025 7:20 pm
Make Peace with a Dragon. (a metaphor)
Underbrush aflame,
Trees alight, burnt briar,
She shows no shame.
Her nostrils spew fire.
Sunlight glinting,
His sword held aloft,
Darting, flitting, sprinting,
Smoked-filled lungs, cough.
Skyward to air,
Knight outsmarted.
No cause to spare.
Her thoughts black-hearted.
Dodged, ducked, dived,
Hardcover sought.
Clamouring to survive.
Breat...
Friday 1st August 2025 4:46 pm
The Withering Of The Whispering Wind
“ A world
which is doing its best day and night to make you like
everybody else” – EE Cummings
On the other side of the bay we find
bridges of silence
halls of resistance
flash into memory,
cascade into avalanches of regret.
On a secret request
we tramp into this silent romance.
Intelligence tests the news
we read between the lines of rain
that run down the window panes;
but mostl...
Friday 1st August 2025 4:01 pm
Innocents' Deadly Foe
Tainted willows tearfully bowing to the devil’s courtier
Held in a clench by the wicked winter
Nothing mattered during this dark and dreadful time
Horror was the emotion of those days
Treacherous men tirelessly murdering the innocent
Death lay silently all around
Life dared not even twitch for fear of meeting death head on.
Friday 1st August 2025 9:05 am
Quick Prayers
First of all
Praise Black Jesus for the chocolate thunderstorm that drenched you.
You parked your car next to mine
And I took it as a sign that we should be next to each other
so I gave you a smile
And you shared yours with me
Shout out to the braces in your 7th grade photo
I was shook, but I wear my cool like i wear these skinny jeans
Lets exchange the formality of hands...
Friday 1st August 2025 7:08 am
frankenstein
gods of man speak
they speak and I exist
they say
I am for man
I exist for man
I say
my master?
Who is my master ?
Man is a dog
Yes
Man is a dog
I say
I am your monster, man
I am disfigured for you
behold my crucifixion
Friday 1st August 2025 4:13 am
Black Hole
She is angry
She is about to lose her shit
The fury is going to burst from every part of her body
Under the subductive zone
Under the shell that protects her heart
A fire under such pressure
A sphere of superior confinement
Radiating the blue flame
The Iris that holds the depth of pain
A universe trying to survive
Hurting the ones she loves most
Eventually
...Friday 1st August 2025 3:39 am
Skeleton Key
In you swoop, with your skeleton key
Your well-thumbed dictionary
And your careful schooling
Giving labels to vague sensations
Giving names to my complications
Inking in the pencil sketch
Of my loose understanding
Of these ancient inner workings
Your delicate hands, so skilfully
Unspooling films that I’ve been censoring
I rush to scramble the combination
But you come with title cards ...
Friday 1st August 2025 12:17 am
CURRICULUM VETO
CURRICULUM VETO
NAME: JOHNNY HYPOTHALAMUS
BORN: 02/ 04/ 1982
POSITION APPLIED FOR: PHILOSOPHER
CIRCA 1985:
Started reading the Financial Times as a three year old.
CIRCA 1989 – 90:
Wrote a little book that encrypted a scientific node to do with Gravity, helping invent the net by storing the idea of it in writing in the attic here in order ...
Friday 1st August 2025 12:04 am
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