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Handala, Speed with our Love on the Wing!
I first had the idea for this song / poem on hearing the news about the good ship Madleen, setting out for Gaza.
Thunberg and her crewmates were not “deported” from Israel. The Madleen was illegally detained, her crew illegally abducted / kidnapped to Israel, and then released, after the Madleen’s cargo of aid had been stolen.
The so-called “personalities” - several failed “comedia...
Wednesday 16th July 2025 11:25 am
Bonnie Madleen
Bonnie Madleen
I first had the idea for this song / poem on hearing the news about the good ship Madleen, setting out for Gaza.
Thunberg and her crewmates were not “deported” from Israel, as reported in the biased media, they were released after the Madleen and her crew were illegally abducted to Israel, and her cargo stolen.
The so-called “personalities” - several failed “comedians” amon...
Thursday 26th June 2025 8:13 pm
I swear to tell the … the Whole … and Nothing but the … ! [or The Client Hack’s Tale]
The Berlin Holocaust Memorial is stark.
For the Tool though, those Stelae made a brilliant backdrop
to his ‘Twenty-Two election publicity lark;
The Shoa, he reduced to a pantomime prop,
Behind you, behind you! Look, Sir, it’s the …!
At Auschwitz yer man is on ‘Twenty-Five’s photo-shoot,
The strain in his face, act studiously honed
to show that he cares, oh, look at him, ...
Sunday 26th January 2025 12:29 pm
Haiku For 2025 [No 1 Capall na beatha an grá]
The Irish proverb:
Capall na beatha an grá,
/koh-pul nuh baa-ha un gra/
literally means Love is the horse of life:
the English equivalent is Love makes the world go round.
it’s an example of the historical importance of the horse in Irish life.
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Love’s revolution,
Capall na beatha a...
Saturday 28th December 2024 2:56 pm
Imagine…!
My friend and I have just been reduced to tears by this scene in a video.
A charming girl of three years old,
makes a beautiful request,
a scene of wonder then unfolds,
in which the world by her’s then blessed,
‘please can you play Imagine’;
how like a nightingale she sings
with words of charity, compassion,
hope to a suffering world she brings.
The world and I beh...
Wednesday 27th November 2024 2:38 pm
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