Happy National Poetry Day! 5th of 5 within 24 hours! (I still sleep and eat as normal!)

Perhaps The Clown's Puppet Racket

And how just to feel better
Allow the other horror in
And shouts against wave
Of rushing people as hurricane 
Against that own contract
Too deep of your blood have 

A Clown prepares a Puppet show
Outside a failing national brand

And just gripped by it's matter...

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Those plastic patriots in town,

Put the Cross of Saint George upside down:

Top from bottom’s a puzzle,

Those clowns’ brains are frazzled,

Tommy Ten Names, their king, wears the crown.

Le Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh,

Dé Luain, an chéad lá de mhí Mheán Fómhair,

dhá mhíle agus cúig is fiche (1st September 2025)

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Turning Mirrors

Roll up, Roll Up

For the job swap circus

Where the occupations

Of minor celebrities

Drawn to the power

Of politics

Are filled by the learned

Men they depose

Hanz Folckhart the physicist

Walks on a tightrope

Whilst juggling the balls

Of the theory of gravity

Bernard Bochelli a notable chemist

Throws great custard pies

At the blo...

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If I meet a stranger in the way and he asked me for my name,

Should I tell him with a sad sad smile that we are all the same?

When a ravenous roaring lion comes hurtling down the street,

Should I stand my ground a trembling and sweep him off his furry feet?

If our pearls of wisdom scatter, strewn askew on stony ground,

Should we weep and wail, O woe is me!, or act like are fool...

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Coco the clown went sailing one day 
to a holiday destination far far away

Suddenly, the sky went dark and the wind did blow
and the waves beneath his boat did grow and grow

He lost his oars as the winds blew and blew
so he paddled his way with his size 50 shoe.

Through a telescope he saw an island far away in the distance
and he made it to shore with his skill and persistence

A gr...

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I met a woman at the Blue Nile.

Our first encounter was her attempting to kiss my face. She seems to be in her mid-late fifties/early sixties. She began to tell me that she is okay, over and over again. She began to cry. She told  me her sun died. He OD'ed at 39 years old. She watched him die, with his head between the toilet and the sink. Her other sun blamed his brother's death on her. Sh...

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