The 1st stanza asks a question to which the answer is, of course, “No”. John Milton wrote Areopagitica, an argument against censorship.

Sadly, in the Britain of 2025, poets, artists, journalists, religious leaders and The Man on the Clapham Omnibus now face routine harrassment by the UK Government and the police, enduring arrest and imprisonment without charge or trial: and for what? for oppos...

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Does the nominal HEAD of the “CHRISTIAN” Church

not have a CONSCIENCE, not wield immense POWER?

Is such a “CHRISTIAN” by reason of “CONVENTION”

absolved from his “CHRISTIAN” duty to OBEY

his CONSCIENCE, to speak out against mass MURDER,

murders enabled by subjects of his REALM?

If such a “CHRISTIAN”, whether by reason of

“CONVENTION” or COWARDICE

should see fit to abdicate...

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There was a blind man

(sounds like the beginning of a parable in the Bible, doesn’t it!)

In Britain-a Christian country

who was confined to a wheelchair

whose people and leaders

who was arrested

claim to be followers of Christ

for opposing genocide

who pray in warm churches on Sundays

for attempting to prevent genocide

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We don’t watch the hunger and squid and games, Dad,

The live-streamed ones in Gaza are better,

They are the real thing; well sick and well bad,

and the Elbit fat cats are getting fatter.

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Maidin mhaith! céad mile fáilte. Seo mo dhán: Haiku i stíl cheoil is “réabhlóidach”.

Good morning! a hundred thousand welcomes. Here is my poem: a musical and “revolutionary” Haiku. 

A RED LINE’S BEEN CROSSED

REVOLUTION’S WHAT WE NEED

ROOT AND BRANCH CLEAROUT

Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh,

Dé Domnhnaigh, an deichiú lá de mhí L...

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“POLITICAL WING?”

STANDING UP FOR HUMAN RIGHTS

IS BEING HUMAN.

Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh, (Paraphrasing Ms. Rachel)

Dé Sathairn, an naoú lá de mhí Lúnasa,

dhá mhíle agus cúig is fiche (2025).

https://youtu.be/-hJEVpkm_GM?list=PL9n8fNFZ2frSmBVFrhaCwOoXb9qQUvPJe

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You think “Reality TV” is dross?

Entertaining us by gilding turds?

Well, you should see the stuff dealt by our boss:

Who’s known for keeping to his every word,

He believes in “Work Will Set You Free”,

The lads invested in that new great Tool,

They’ve all got jobs now, down beside the sea,

They’re busy grouting tiles on Kier’s new pool,

“Brickies needed now, to build a Plaz...

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A UNICEF report dated 27th May 2025 gave the number of children killed or injured in the Gaza Strip alone as more than 50,000 Fifty Thousand - God knows what it is now; the juxtaposition of the images of a School Bus and a Battle Waggon is horrifically appropriate.

Off to hell in a handcart the U.K. goes,

the U.K. goes, the U.K. goes:

let the bodies pile high; to learn from history w...

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Rachel from accounts thinks Jeremy’s got a big ego.

She talks in her sleep; in her dreams it figures a lot!

But Kier’s ain’t much bigger; and how, you may ask, do I know?

Well, his flies are undone - the darn thing’s a bloody great flop.

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https://youtu.be/pRhjWdr-LAA?list=RDpRhjWdr-LAA

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Bienvenus tous,

free sausages now!

Not Stop the War?

No, sir, that’s tommorrow,

just like the beer!

A Cumberland

with buttery mash?

Bury Black Pudding

with peas?

a Bratwurst sir?

Shhh, whatever you do,

don’t mention the bloody war.

They’re utmost on his mind,

those masterpieces

of the culinary art,

their crimes?

most heinous they are,

deserv...

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POLITIC-TOC TIC

TOC, ROCKING AROUND THE CLOCK.

SPRING’S BROKEN, OH DEAR!

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Dit dah dit dah, dit dah dit dah,

Dit dah dit dah dit dah,

Dit dah dit dah, dit dah ditty dah,

Dit dah dit dah diddy dah.

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William Wordsworth’s ‘London, 1802’, https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/45528/london-1802

in Italian or Petrarchan sonnet form, bemoans English society’s moral degradation and the deleterious effects of the Industrial Revolution. Wordsworth nostalgically calls on John Milton, poet and civil servant (1608-1674) to as it were, restore England to her former glory.

By way of contrast, having...

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Oh, to be a Lioness,

Examples to each English lass,

At last, that Victory is theirs,

True pride, they’ve brought to England

Away with mediocrity,

Our guiding, shining stars,

With courage in adversity,

Have seized the day and won the game,

No.18 shirt, C. Kelly for P.M💖

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The unspeakable pursue the uneatable,
in his world, obsessed with tit and bum.

He, in his Scottish bunker hides,
whilst babies starve, without a crumb,

good Scottish folk his kind despise,
“not fit to burn”, they’ve called that bum.

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NB:

PLEASE DO NOT READ THE FOLLOWING IF YOU ARE MORE OFFENDED BY NAUGHTY WORDS, THAN YOU ARE BY THE SIGHT OF MURDERED BABIES!

That Tool’s lost his edge, to be blunt,

but his war dogs are still on the hunt,

and his hands drenched in blood,

deny infants their food.

Now, who else could do that, but a…..............................................

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He’s fine with the murder of babies,

All hail to that regime from Hades,

His morals, urinal,

His solution is final,

And now he’s as popular as rabies.

Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh, Dé hAoine, an cúigú lá is fiche de mhí Iúil, 2025.

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The Others, we are told to fear,

they point at strange and different folk,

whose foreign tongues upon our streets,

and foreign food and foreign dress 

might “dilute our Britishness”

as if it were an orange squash.

But evil is resident, not afar,

the enemy spread their fear and scares,

whilst warning us, look, foreign folk

have come to steal your homes and jobs,

...

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NOW THEY’LL GIVE A DAMN,

THEY’VE COME FOR THE CHRISTIANS.

WINTRY DISCONTENT!

Dé Máirt, an dara lá is fiche de mhí Iúil, 2025.

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The question posed in your last line is a most important one and is the subject one of my pet hates.

I am frequently preached at – rather, gaslit - by my local authority and various entities, about being “environmentally responsible”.

Yet the very same so and-sos encourage my missus to to put the so-called “waste”, produced by weeding and thinning out flowers, into a special green bin, to ...

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LOVE’S A DOING WORD!

VERBS WITHOUT ACTION? ABSURD!

SO, IMPRISON ME!

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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...

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I am Palestine Action

Netanyahu said "jump", so we jumped,

we invaded Iraq, kissed his rump,

now in B.Liar’s Riviera del Blood,

morality’s trod in the mud,

his Majesty’s long streak of piss

makes Britannia a moral Abyss,

Palestine’s babies need Action,

kind words are no longer an option,

so, come and get me, you B.Liarite war monger

whose wea...

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FEWER WORDS, MORE DEEDS

PALESTINE’S FREEDOM IS MINE

SPRING INTO JIHAD!

Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh, Déardoin, an deichiú lá de Iúil, 2025

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Complicated? No!

Genocide is genocide.

 Action required now!

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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...

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I’ve Had a Good Life

Now I’m Pal es tine Ac tion

Pro test Gen o cide!

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Orange streak of piss

sheds others’ blood to save pride.

Infests golf bunkers.

Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh June 23rd 2025

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I’d love to lull

my little lad

so tenderly

to dreamy sleep,

to cradle my

wee baby boy,

to hold him close,

then, when he’s quiet,

to lay him in

his comfy cot,

but your Jimmy

and your Jenny

follow orders,

genocide

is what they do:

hope you’re happy,

hope you’re proud,

that from England’s

pleasant land,

your sons and daughters

sent us dea...

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All eyes on Greta,

God grant Madleen safe anchor,

our sunset’s blood red.

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The farce ain’t over,

It’s time to make the rich pay,

You got rid of the Blonde Buffoon,

And put The Great Tool in his place.

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A hop skip and jump

aboard the boat for Bowness.

Great weather, Peter!

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Auschwitz is mocked; His silence condemns all

who wallow in innocent blood before a World

that cries out Shame!...He’s none...that’s wasted breath.

His quietus murders Babes with help from Hell:

whilst Heaven howls out vengeance for their deaths,

that Coward’s silence speaks with eloquence.

Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh 3rd June 2025

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Great British Numpties,

Snouts in troughs of ignorance.

Sweet summer of bliss!

Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh June 2nd 2025

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“Normality is a paved road:

it’s comfortable to walk,

but no flowers grow on it.”

Vincent Van Gogh.

The path that I choose is oft times, a rough one,

but better by far than the sterile paved desert:

yes, oft times I’ll stumble and sometimes I’ll fall,

but what use is certainty, knowing it all?

A better path’s found, as an old way is...

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Joy so swiftly’s turned to sadness, now,

what heavy hearts for Liverpool, these days.

Along the Strand I’ve walked with dad,

he loved it there, up Water Street,

pints in pubs, their voices music to our ears,

real wit and wisdom, working folks’ true class:

they’ll never walk alone, those hearts of gold.

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‘scuse my croaky voice,

went swimming in the old pond,

that frog’s in my throat.

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Ye will face a reckoning,

Ye, who abuse the law to oppress the innocent

Ye, who abuse the law to protect the guilty,

Ye, cowardly silent, high and mighty,

Ye, smugly sitting in your cathedrals,

Ye, complicit in murderous seats of power,

Ye, whose cowardice guards your privilege,

Ye, whose cowardice guards your propaganda empire

Ye, wh...

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The show is over,

Galanthus must take a bow.

Snow drops; then rain drops.

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Apoplectic

gammonati

all indignant

and outraged

that some rappers

truth have told

with expletives

un-deleted.

Un-defeated

though’s the truth

terrorist Britain’s

drowned her morals

in the cesspit

where they swirl

where they fester

‘mongst the turds

while bitter and twisted

dames and lords

and pampered earls

the hig...

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Many a windbag

given a right good kicking.

Aunty scores own goal!

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In a desperate effort to outdo the racist bigots who, we are led to believe, currently threaten his ratings, PM Kier Starmer has carried out an egregious attack on the freedom of speech of UK citizens, and an overt incitement to racial abuse.

In doing so, he has displayed an astonishing ignorance of the diversity of languages currently spoken by natives of the British Isles: Cymraeg (Welsh); Ke...

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Holy smoke! We’ve a Pope! Triple Limerick.

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Well, knock me down with a feather!

There’s been a grand change in the weather,

Maga snowflakes are wilting,

God’s light’s unrelenting,

Now the Orange one’s all in a lather.

There’s a saying, cold hands and warm hearts,

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Auschwitz? Vergessen!

Arbeit macht frei in Gaza

Frühling für Starmer

Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh 8th May 2025

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Fucking hypocrites

Fucking liars, fuck the truth,

Fuck morality

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Auntie’s headlines, written by talented people

with an awsome bent for creative writing,

create consent for anything, with their lies,

for genocide and ethnic cleansing, torture,

illegal invasion, theft of homes and land,

all at the expense of the British tax-payer,

(no, not the obscenely rich, they don’t give a damn!)

but the poorest, who can’t cough up for hospital beds,

...

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SAOIRSE CAINTE !

🌷💐💗💪🌷

SAOIRSE DON KNEECAP!

💐💗💪🌷💐💗 💪

SAOIRSE DON PHALAISTÍN !

💐💗💪🌷💐💗 💪🌷

MO SHEACHT MBEANNACHT ORT, PHALAISTÍN !

💗💪🌷💐💗 💪🌷 💐💗💪🌷💐💗

MO SHEACHT MBEANNACHT ORT, KNEECAP !

🌷💐💗💪🌷💐💗💪🌷💐🌷💐💗

MY SEVEN BLESSINGS ON YOU, KNEECAP !

💪🌷💐💗💪🌷💐💗💪🌷💐

CAPALL NA BEATHA AN GRÁ, KNEECAP !

💪🌷💐💗💪🌷💐💗💪🌷💐

LOVE MAKES THE WORLD GO ROUND, KNEECAP !

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!!!!!!!!!!!SNOWFLAKE HYPOCRITES!!!!!!!!!!!

MURDERED CHILDREN DON’T MATTER?

!!!!!!!!!!!! MO CHEOL THÚ, KNEECAP!!!!!!!!!

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BIGOTS MADE LEGLESS

KNEECAPPED BY NOTHING BUT TRUTH

SPRINGTIME FOR FREEDOM

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I’ve just been brushing up my Shakespeare, having been inspired by JC’s post.

(With apologies to both GF Handel and Shakin’ Will).

Here’s a brief extract from a little-known scatological work, The Scent of a Madman.

Oh, and I forgot to mention that the Jester's words: "The Trump it shall sound" are a reference to

the words of the Bible in 1. Corinthians 15:52.

G.F. Handel also allud...

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For your information; the video below is sung in Yiddish, with English and French subtitles.

In forty-eight, I came into this world,

whose peace, they say, was won at cost immense:

I’m told that I should genuflect and bow,

to those who worship those old gods of war,

yes, I should heed the Christian warriors’ words,

who preach from pulpit and from podium,

and show respect ...

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Fatma Hossana,

her truth, in photos at Cannes,

murdered in Gaza.

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Saoirse don Phalaistín!

Justice must win!

Freedom for Palestine!

Their freedom’s thine,

Their freedom’s mine.

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NB. My original intention, somewhat clumsily expressed, was to voice the thoughts of 

A. someone benignly called a "settler", who, in any other context would be a considered a terrorist and a thief.

B. the so-called "Christian" mercenaries who, based in RAF Akrotiri, enable that genocide and ethnic cleansing.

I consider a re-post of “Land and Freedom” to be highly appropriate, in view of ...

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Easter Tuesday,

April the twenty-second,

in the Year of Our Lord

Twenty-Twenty Five,

Speak Truth to Power,

on a Global Day

of Civil Disobedience

in support of the people

(yes, they are people,

yes, they are human),

of Palestine,

a Global Day, chosen

to be around Easter-time,

an Easter time for Palestine,

in an effort to shame

those “Christian” by nam...

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N.B. I suppose I should make allowances for the Tommy Ten Names of this world, and admit that in the white heat of fascistic fervour, it is possible to confuse hamas with hummus…and gooodness knows what horrors might be inflicted by a beardy, muesli- eating sandal-wearing, Guardian-reading pacifist waving a bread stick around!

The Arabic يُكافِح means to struggle, and حُمُّص means hummus - not ...

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Auschwitz, now Gaza.

Broken hearts cannot weep, so

rain feeds our snowdrops.

Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh, 27th March 2025

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Nature or nurture?

where she was concerned

there was never any doubt

about either,

but ranks will close

as and when needs must.

Light by name, and light by nature,

A smile to light up every room,

she had always been that way,

instinctively loving and caring,

ever gratefully aware

of the precarity of

her own origins,

but the patriarchy looks

after its ...

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Oh, what a joy for me on World Book Day

to sit beside our five-year-old in school:

our little lass read Frozen to her Granddad,

as long and short words, sure and steady, flowed:

I read a little while to let her rest:

then, ended thirty minutes of delight,

when teacher summoned in another class. 

A forty-minute drive, then forty back;

all worth it! Granddad’s proud he’s don...

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Good Morning Britain!

An Islamophobic prick

Talking Testicles.

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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, ...

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the world weeps: enough!

set Palestine’s people free

 love’s the only way

❤

stokers of hate’s fire

tried to bury love’s dissent

but buried good seed

❤

we’re now growing strong

our shoots dance in winds of change

love, bring Spring’s revolt!

❤

Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh 25th January 2025

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don’t speak in my name!

murdered in incubators,

they won’t see this Spring

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On London’s streets there’s

trouble for Jews with flowers.

Peacemakers aren’t blessed.

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Auschwitz? forgotten!

Objectors to Genocide

repressed in Britain.

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Here's The Last Supper,

Just Stop Oil’s doing porridge,

“Sunflowers, darling?”

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Seek truth and justice.

Absence of war’s mere pretence!

True peace, not pieces.

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qwertyuiopasdfghjklzxcvbnm is not allowed,

qwertyuiopasdfghjklzxcvbnm enjoy cheap thrills,

qwertyuiopasdfghjklzxcvbnm, I’m well-endowed,

qwertyuiopasdfghjklzxcvbnm, a bottle of Pils,

qwertyuiopasdfghjklzxcvbnm, upon my knees,

qwertyuiopasdfghjklzxcvbnm, the seven seas.

qwertyuiopasdfghjklzxcvbnm, my boots did shine,

qwertyuiopasdfghjklzxcvbnm the milky way,

qwertyuiop...

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I'm recording with my Yeti,

but nothing rhymes with Beano,

now, sing along with me and Betty,

'Green grow the rushes-o'.

😁😁😁 (or for the sake of the literati who take their humour seriously: "the rushes grow green-o")

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Don’t mention the war, when chez Basil,

one mentions the war at one’s peril:

it's the war Jerry started,

in Tom’s face he had farted:

yes, sauerkraut’s bouqet's far from floral!

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With corrections.

Is é an sruthan éadomhain a labhraíonn go dána,

his glass, now empty’s loudly ringing,

from shallow source, his water’s springing,

with fewer lines, his song would be finer.

Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh 9th January 2025

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Congrat’s due to you, Sir Sadiq,

The fascists’ New Year’s looking bleak,

A brown man’s been honoured,

He’s top of his manor.

Who's having a right fit of pique?

Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh 5th January 2025

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I once had a whirlwind romance,

with a snowman I’d met at a dance:

though his name, it was Dick,

he’d less carrot than stick,

and sweet bugger all in his pants.

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Government snow: lies,

shallow as their promises,

newly-fallen, melts.

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My mother had a habit, when times were bad, for example when dad had lost his job, of uttering the phrase: “God is good!”, an expression of her Christian faith and hope. The expression: “Thank God for that!”, is an everyday one of gratitude, as of course is “goodbye”, derived from “God be with you”; a similarly used Arabic phrase forms the title of my sonnet.

My republican instincts lead me to ...

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