free verse

 

sublime subliminals

in the afternoon cafe

a pianist plonking out paeans

if he was miserable

it would be some relief

but he's just inert

his every movement an homage

to the incipient

soul less ness

of Newbridge town

even now

in misery

i cannot yield the floor

to despair

the soul of this place

is ourselves

we incarnate joy

amid squalor

by our soul full ness amid soul less ness

by our defiance

joy is

heaven is

souls are

not far away

but here

let's begin

yvonne does the catholic church

From our coming attractions.

The most sensual erotic sexual movie you will ever see...

One air hostess cum Judge with schoolgirl dreams of slandering past and present generations of Irish Christians off the stage to make way for abortion culture, euthanasia, assisted suicide, contraceptivism, easy divorce, kiddies on riddilin, the adult populace sedated on anti depressants, and sex change operations for all.

Never has the screen dared to be so explicit.

You will cream in your jeans as Yvonne seduces bankrupt Irish Times and Irish Independent newspaper editors, hack journalists and literary pseuds, as well as a truly hideous array of Bolshevick RTE broadcasters, along with the most shockingly decrepit Labour Party, Fine Gael, Fianna Fail, Sinn Fein skanks (basically any skanks from the entire dessicated amoral political pseudo establishment in the now debased Republic of Ireland that murderess Rhona O'Mahony missed) in her ruthless rise to the top, ie to get a job as a Judge, and then masturbatorily ejaculates malicious malign tendentious reports falsely criminalising the Catholic Church just to get her jollies.

Samuel L Bronkowitz presents...

The most disgusting parade of manufactured pornographic showtrial by inuendo drivel masquerading as jurisprudence from the depths of one woman's depraved hatred for Christianity ever to reach the screen.

See the present generation of Irish Nazis seduced into thinking they are the moral superiors of our past generations.

See vicious life hating harridans deriding the ancient faith with testimony laundered and maundered in the crass manipulations of feminist grotesquerie cum historian Catherine Corless and her infamous anal government enquiry provoking speculative slander to wit: "I just bet nuns were throwing dead babies into sewerage tanks."

See androids fighting.

You will cream in your jeans (again) as shock jock Niall Boylan and every other thankless debased hoor's melt scoundrel in Ireland lines up to sneer about the Catholic church and gets paid to do it.

You will never forget.

Young Mister.

Old Mister.

Middle aged Mister.

Snodgrass.

Feldwebel Steiner.

Old Prime Minister Leo Varadkar.

New Prime Minister Michael Martin,

And

Celieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeea.

(Celia is one of former Prime Minister Bertie Aherne's ex Mistresses in case you forgot. The one who used to deposit the money he was stealing. The bag lady. That's the one.)

IF THIS ONE DOESN'T GET ME JAILED YOU'RE ALREADY DEAD

Sitting on a bench in the park.

Lovely rain falling in a light mist.

From among the reeds, one of the water hens calls a greeting to me.

Honest to goodness she does.

I'm a bit nervy.

Just as I'd parked at the edge of the lake, a shock jock on my car radio who calls himself Niall Boylan had begun sneering about the Catholic church.

Kind of angries up the blood.

Ho hum.

A new pogrom is underway.

The excuse as per usual is yet another tendentious government commissioned slander, styled a report, accusing past generations of priests and nuns of all sorts of inhumanity in their running of care homes for unmarried mothers back in the 1920s.

The report was compiled by the Roland Feissler of the Irish Republic Judge Yvonne Murphy.

Air hostess Yvonne retired from her work at the mile high club to become the star prosecutor of the third Irish reich, through the simple process of riding members of the Labour Party.

Principles.

That's what she's got.

Principles.

Well if she can make stuff up about deceased priests and nuns and the past generations to whom we owe everything, surely I can make up stuff about her.

The difference is, what I'm saying is true.

Contact Ian O'Doherty at the bankrupt Irish Independent newspaper Yvonne,

He'll explain to you how it works.

Ironically the shockingly great Niall Boylan who claims that in his infancy he was a resident with his mother at a church run home, might be seen to have more of a duty to defend the Catholic Church than I do.

If not for the sanctity of life culture gifted to Ireland by the Catholic Church his mother would most likely have done what the young hoors do nowadays and aborted him or infanticided him.

This is what I'm saying.

The present generation of Irish murderers such as Niall Boylan and air hostess Yvonne are in no position to slander the heroic generations who came before us.

There are swans on the lake.

The rain is lovely.

Across from me, the chimney from the furnace at Naas hospital is belching white smoke.

I wonder what that smoke is made of.

The Germans used to pretend they never knew.

momentaria

the heat descends upon the city

the city towers and teems

with a million heartless miracles

that the vain say last forever

a man and a woman on a bridge

kiss once the sky unfurls

oh the beauty of that kiss and the briefness

thus passes the glory of the world