At 100, Gramps Recalls Life in Mississippi

Being poor on our patch of land
was better than being poor
all the years I’ve lived in the city.
We had a couple of cows,
a rooster and seven hens.
We had milk and eggs and meat
in back of the shack we lived in.

In summer we had a garden
and we canned tomatoes and beans.
Pa bought flour by the gunny sack
and it didn’t cost that much.
Mom baked bread and biscuits.
There were 12 of us back then
and we loved biscuits and gravy.

Slavery wasn’t dead too long
so we had odd jobs all year round.
The plantations needed help.
A retired doctor would come out
to the house for a nice chicken
Pa would clean and cut up.
That was Mississippi in the Twenties.
Probably nicer down there now.
I was a tyke in short pants then.
As long as we avoided the noose,
we had food and beds to sleep in.

Donal Mahoney

Ramadan in America

It’s Ramadan
and late one evening
I walk by a mosque
and hear little girls
laughing on the sidewalk,
walking in circles talking
about what they want to eat.

In America it's nice to hear
joy among our Muslims,
a counterpoint we need
in light of all the news.

I wish I had the guts to call
an old friend from Pakistan
I haven’t seen in 40 years.
He had nine children, a son
and eight daughters.

His little girls laughed
outside his house the night
we had come for dinner,
a chorus like the one
I heard again tonight
outside that mosque.

I’d like to ask him
what’s happening
in our world but why
embarrass both of us.
Why ask a question
neither one of us
can answer.

Donal Mahoney

Requiem for Julia Hartley-Brewer!

By Stanley Collymore

Death is inevitable to us all; the climax of our personal
journey, lengthily so or short, through this earthly life.
And it’s most humbling yet deeply inspirational to
see how some people making the most of their
time here on Earth constructively, altruistically
and beneficially do so much for others: those
known to them as well as total strangers,
and quite rightly we consciously not
only in response mourn but also
deeply regret their inevitable
but nevertheless, from our
selfish perspective,
unfortunate and

And juxtaposed with these aforementioned
human embodiments of celestial paragons
and veritable mentoring icons who by
all realistic descriptions were quite
accomplishedly worthy of and
justly had accorded to them
these attestations as the
outstanding and meritorious human beings
they were, is the ordinary person who
typically mulls along trying his
or her level best amidst the
regular ups and downs:
ecstatic jubilation or
terrible tribulations, that predictably or not
beset their daily life whether conjoined
cooperatively or otherwise with that
of a family, mutually with another
person or clearly and manifestly
thoughtfully and calculatedly
conducted independently
and completely alone.

Then there are those who’re unquestionably and
consummately odious; perniciously loathsome
and in terms of any rational assessment or
objective adjudication in relation to their
totally evil personalities and patently
non-existent capabilities constitute
a considerable and substantially
detrimental encumbrance to
the customarily congenial
nature, mutual respect,
enlivening solidarity and importantly the vital
cooperation that’s undeniably imperative if
we all of us, both individually and jointly,
sensibly and legitimately endeavour to
fashion an amicable world of equal
nations whose sum total of united
dedication and experience will
perceptibly be advantageous
to everyone and essentially
noticeably devoid of the brainless and relatively
easy to pander to racist uproar of delusional
white Caucasian exceptionalism beloved
of by brain-dead, self-interested and
utterly detestable white sluts like
Julia Hartley Brewer as well as
their sick male equivalents.

© Stanley V. Collymore
24 June 2016.

Author’s remarks:
The inalienable right to genuinely hold personal views and express them, views that are themselves conscionably embedded in the ethical concepts of freedom of expression and the unhindered entitlement to free speech are highly commendable and noble aspects of all actually authentic as well as demonstrably truly aspirant and progressive civilized and democratic societies. Consequently, those who honourably indulge in such worthy conduct should and must be, even if their views aren’t universally or even significantly subscribed to or supported by those to whom they’re dispensed, nevertheless as of right command the full respect of those aforesaid persons if only for the straightforward honesty of those promoting them, as well as actively guaranteed the full protection of that society’s laws.

Not so however, when those who self-servingly and duplicitously rely on such graciously awarded concessions disingenuously, fraudulently or dishonestly make an absolute mockery of this democratically and morally embodied civilized system to perfidiously and most deceitfully undermine that said system with their brazenly instigated hypocrisies and loathsomely flagrant double standards while at the same time openly and deceptively brandishing their insidious and contemptibly bogus moral credentials as proof of their veracity and credibility as they then narcissistically, sanctimoniously and ardently clamour aboard their purposely instigated and self-absorbed bandwagon of lowlife barbarism sinisterly disguised as beneficial aspects or indispensable merits of human civilization.

Something that neither logically, realistically nor in however many light years you or your sort want to calculate it in Julia Hartley-Brewer as it isn’t a feasible likelihood or one that is remotely convincing, not to any astute, well-informed or intelligent person anyway, and especially coming from the likes of people like you who’re proto-fascists to the core of your very existence and conjoined with that are also the evil embodiment and inveterately supportive elements of a society intensely nurtured in white supremacist and xenophobic malevolence and profoundly steeped in colonialist and imperialist ideas.

Remembering His Third Wife

Never speak ill of the dead,
his father always said,
and his father was a pastor
who preached from the pulpit.

That's why whenever
he thinks of his third wife,
and he does almost daily,
he never says anything bad.

Instead, he sends himself an email
and records for history yet another
evil deed she managed to execute
during the years they had six kids.

Between kids she drove him nuts.
He never thought she'd die
and never hoped she would
because as he said in an email,

the Devil has his hands full.
Then he saw her death certificate
and, by golly, it was embossed
so it had to be good as gold.

Since he couldn't keep the original
he took it to the office
and made a giant photocopy.
Now he wants the right frame,

black as he claims her heart was.
So far he has sent himself 400 emails
about his bonfire life with her, a brief
prologue to the Hall of Fame injustices

he maintains he suffered simply
because so long ago he said "I do."
He isn't certain what she said.
Perhaps it was "You're through!"

Donal Mahoney

Rodding Out

a Bulgarian plumber’s song

And so I’ll tell old Max,
and maybe he will listen,
it’s time to call
the plumber in
and tell him,
“Here’s the deal:
We’ll hire you today
and Friday you’ll begin
rodding out Camille.
When you finish
bring her back,
and we’ll see if she will yield.
And if she won’t
you’ll try again,
rodding out Camille.”

Donal Mahoney

After-Hours Hot Spot

You never know
who’ll be there though
folks are dying to get in.

Then suddenly you're
at the door, hat in hand,
surprised to be there.

If the door opens
you walk in. If not,
you disappear.

No questions asked.
No answers given.
Some say it’s wise

to make a reservation.
Others say never mind.
There’s no one's there.

But when you're
at the door, hat in hand,
surprised to be there,

you have no choice.
The door opens
or you disappear.

Donal Mahoney


I barely feel the smoke down my throat.
Yeah I'm on a boat ,
flying around the moon going around kinda like zoom.
Somebody's gotta stop me soon.
Woah space has given birth to me now I've fallen out of the womb.
The world is doomed.
Stuck in a fabricated white room.
No more moon.
Just me bouncing off the the padded walls like "boom".
I hear the voices start to bloom,
ball In the corner like a cocoon.
Dude have I been nothing but a loon?
I lived a whole life in my head for decades but I stayed put in this room?
Yo someone get me some glue.
Keep me from the moon.
Shit it's almost June,
All I hear is this riveting tune and I'm starting to swoon, every person becomes a cartoon and I swear to god I just float away holding onto a single blue ballon.
It must be soon,that I become a billionaire tycoon.

Flexible about Meetings

I used to be flexible
about meetings at work.
Change the hour
of a meeting,
no problem for me.
I’m at the table
at the new time,
iPad open and ready.
Then my boss changed
the hour of a meeting
and I showed up
at the original hour.
He wasn’t there so
I sent him an email
saying he was fired.
He didn’t reply
but sent a janitor
and two security guards
to carry my boxes
out to the parking lot.
Now I’m looking for work
where people don't
reschedule meetings.
Imagine the meetings
never rescheduled
the afternoon of 9/11.
Once is enough,
I told my boss back then.
I told him never let
anything like this
happen again.

Donal Mahoney

The Zionist chink in Sadiq Khan’s Muslim armour!

By Stanley Collymore

You are no inspiration worthy of the term to any
genuinely decent and peace loving Christian,
Muslim or religious Jewish adherent Sadiq
Khan; and that is equally true in relation
to conscionable, highly perceptive and
discernibly logical thinking agnostics
and atheists too, who incontestably
are not only capable of but also
take great pride in thinking for
themselves and would be quite shocked and
deeply horrified as well were anyone to
reach the idiotic conclusion, far less
so indulge in the quite manifestly
offensive assertion, that those
things in life that truly and
fundamentally matter to
them should arbitrarily
be left to and entirely
settled on by clearly
senseless and pure
bred morons like
you Sadiq Khan!

© Stanley V. Collymore
20 June 2016.

Author’s Remarks:
You may be the culturally incestuous progeny of a Pakistani bus driver Sadiq Khan but millions of people not only in the UK but likewise globally won’t allow themselves to be manipulatively or fraudulently transported to the bizarre but conjoined world of premeditated Nazi-Zionist apartheid and brutally genocidal annihilation of the horribly mistreated but longsuffering Palestinians.

A situation savagely buttressed by Qatari and Bantu-Saudi lavishly sponsored Wahabi distorted Muslim terrorism and itself an existential threat globally to human civilization, and at home in these Persian Gulf Bantustans the kernel support of the dictatorial and entrenched barbarism of a murderously effective medieval mindset lamentably executed, and appallingly western tolerated, actively encouraged and even assisted, in the 21st Century!
Zionism: the invasive and pervasive evil that its demented adherents consistently use to influence, corrupt and employ against those whom they wish to financially and unwarrantedly exploit and then eventually destroy.

Detestable sewer scum who happily, sadistically and ubiquitously dish out their poisonous contagion at will and regardless of the consequence to others however unnecessarily their perniciously sick actions are.

But who when their loathsomely perverse, immoral, barbaric and demonically predatory actions finally catch up with them predictably, like the cowardly Yid bastards, bitches and their surrogates that they are, methodically dodge justice and its inevitable consequences for themselves with every resource and all necessary scheming devices at their disposal.

Incidentally Sadiq Khan this is NOT the obituary that I referred to in my tweets of the 19 June 2016. Just thought I’d let you know as that obituary poem is confidentially under wraps. But trust me it’ll be released at the appropriate time and hopefully soon!

A Nuclear Childhood

What if your parents
had never met
had never married

had never yelled
at each other
and instead had wed

someone they loved
and lived peacefully
all those years.

That would have been
their Eden but you
shaking there now

decades later
wouldn’t be with us
cursing the tremors

of a nuclear childhood
you still remember
long after they’re dead.

Donal Mahoney


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