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LATEST POEMS FROM SEAN NOTYEATS 

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Political, satirical, comical and some surprises

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ASPECTS OF IRELAND

Lurking in the Background

The End of the Rainbow

The Confederation of Irish States

New Age Finance

Let's decide tomorrow?

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A WOMAN'S WORLD?

Relationships

The Shard

The Mirrors

Eyes half open

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METAPHORS FOR MANKIND

In Memory of Albert Ross

How to grasp the Green

Running Red

Sing a Song of Silence

The Air Hole

The High Ground

Can we avoid the void?

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A PATCHWORK OF POLITICS

Tribes and  Tribulations

Tablets of Mercury

Chameleon

Transmigration of Blame

Dylan

Second in  Seconds

 Is it worth the wait?


ON A LIGHER NOTE

The Trodden Berry

Allthings  to All Men

Joints

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Please see extracts below

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ASPECTS OF IRELAND

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Lurking in the Background   © Sean Notyeats 2017


Ireland has some parties that everyone denies
They are lurking in the background away from Irish Eyes
A chip upon each shoulder balances the head
To resurrect old grievances that we thought we're dead


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​ At the End of the Rainbow © Sean Notyeats 2017​

Shifting cloud reveals bog, reveals the limestone kast of the Burren 
The fleshpots of Galway lie somewhere in the mists to the north

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The Confederation of Irish States © Sean Notyeats 2017​
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Loosely based on  the old folksong Danny Boy


Oh Ulster men your plight is quite appalling
Your entrenched views could start a deadly slide
The more delay and mindless point scoring
With no strategy you’ll not survive

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New Age Finance   © Sean Notyeats 2017​​

In year 08 a twist of Fate shocked Eire to the core
Any movements back in Knock or  was there something more ?

The firm of Leering Brothers or similar by name ,
Had been rash with all their cash, not a hint of shame

 

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A WOMAN'S WORLD?

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Relationships   © Sean Notyeats 2017

 

The glass covered table land ripples at its edge

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The Shard  © Sean Notyeats 2017

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The  Mirrors © Sean Notyeats 2017

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Part 1 The Mirrored Ceiling

 

Mirror , Mirrors on the ceiling

Leaves me with  a queasy  feeling

That what is seen should be concealed

When what he wants is more revealed

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Part 2 - Glass Ceiling

Mirror,  Mirrors on  the ceiling

We can’t see the board now leaning

Away from parity of chances

No glass route for  futile glances

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Part 3 - The Theory of Mindless

Mirror  of the  earth rotating

Race and gender integrating?

Say the words, no acts then follow

So much for the brave tomorrow

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EYES HALF OPEN  (c) Sean Notyeats 2017

What are you missing, if you are kissing with your eyes closed?
 

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METAPHORES FOR MANKIND


In Memory of Albert Ross ​© Sean Notyeats 2017
 
Round the Horn his soul was torn
Away from his mortal frame
Salt beads of spray obscured the way
When  to the Gods he called by name

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Spectrum - How to grasp the green ? 
© Sean Notyeats 2017

​The mnemonic of light
ROY GBIV
Unlocked by the prism key
From red to violet
But how to grasp the green?
 


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Running Red © Sean Notyeats 2017
 
The cochineal scurry away from the roller
Their soon tobe  powdered remains
Destined to dress the narcissists
With less power than  they think
In the scarlet stagecraft of Machiavelli 
 

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Sing a song of silence © Sean Notyeats 2017
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Sing a song of silence 
For those about to die
 Now no chance of seeing
Earth or sea or sky
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THE AIR HOLE​ © Sean Notyeats 2017 

As the expanding vitrification
Turns sea into sea ice
The Belugas  gather
 

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​THE HIGH GROUND © Sean Notyeats 2017 

The hollow orb of Mistletoe
Claims the highest bough
 
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A PATCHWORK OF POLITICS

 

TRIBES AND TRIBULATIONS © Sean Notyeats 2017 

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You might be the most gifted girl in the world
But your community treats you as a mere chattel
You might be the most gifted boy in the world
But you live in a ghetto that deals in drugs
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Tablets of Mercury   © Sean Notyeats 2017

 

A potential leader of the Free World liked to play with cats.

 

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Chameleon   © Sean Notyeats 2017

 

Chameleon

He was there.

The background changed,

Then he was gone

Only to reappear

Across the room.

 

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Transmigration of Blame  © Sean Notyeats 2017

 

Our discussion is circular

We are going nowhere

We need a focal point

We need a straw man

 

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Dylan  © Sean Notyeats 2017

 
Acoustic morphs into electric

 

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Second in Seconds © Sean Notyeats 2017

I know I came in  second place
I know I didn't win the race
But my time I know was mine.
You used drugs, we know the signs

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Is it worth the wait (c) Sean Notyeats 2018

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 When World War 2 was over,  the zeitgeist had to shift"

Never mind the quality,  just feel that special width"

A joke made by tailors  for those that  did survive

When they hoped  their demob suits would last past 45

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ON A LIGHER NOTE

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The Trodden Berry© Sean Notyeats 2017

Come Kirk,  Uhura and Spock lend a hand
Your liberal visions not going to plan
Klingons and Ferengi have just been banned
And we cannot trust the changeling
 

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Allthing to All Men © Sean Notyeats 2017

One day of yore the norse god Thor 
Returned to his Asgard  home
He revelled in time travel
And ceaselessly did roam

Odin chief god of all things 
Berated his wayward son
"Recover those lost  powers
You so recently won

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  JOINT INTERESTS © Sean Notyeats 2017

The butcher and junkie, thought it was quite funky,
for them to  meet like this

The real estate agent, looked rather vacant,
when a dealer blew a   kiss

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