Share a cloud with me? Recap 2014

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Trench War

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world war I

my grandpa

prayed everyday




didn’t want

to be a soldier



didn’t want




wanted to chose




Trench War

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The Phantom Shitter – A True Story

When I was a lad, ooh, about 20 or 30 years ago, there was a crazy lad at my school.  He tried to poison the pupils he learned with – and that’s what got him kicked out of Cardinal Newman RC School in Coventry, England.

Prior to him trying to poison the whole canteen he had a shitty disposition – that’s right, he used to shit in places which, no doubt, had meaning for him.

He used to take a dump on a school book and then put it on top of a pile of others – this was in the time when Teachers used to take a pile of books from a shelf and bring them down to a table before handing them to pupils – yup, you guessed it, a lot of shit (and hilarity for pupils) for everyone!  And in case you haven’t realised, he used to do this in secret – it took a number of months before he was caught.

One day, the “Phantom Shitter”, as he came to be known, left it a little bit late for ‘crimping off one’ and was caught by one of the cleaners as she went to retrieve a mop.

And so, a legend was ended – and the ‘Phantom’ turned out to be an ordinary mortal just like the rest of us – and for some reason or other, the School Authorities allowed him to re-attend the school!!!

A year or so later, he tried to murder his class mates by poisoning them via the school canteen – he wasn’t seen after that…

So, if you see a crimped off piece of human poo, look over your shoulder and refuse to eat for the rest of the day – you never know, do you…

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Is This A Haiku?

Is this a Haiku?


5, 7, 5 – I look,

But so much space is wasted,

In love… in late summer love…


By Shay Ryan




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Killarney Urban Myth #3 – The Phantom Flasher

There’s always  one isn’t there – one person that steps outside of the mould and presents them self to the world like they’re a new born! And maybe that’s what it’s all about – as sure as Luis Suarez will eat your children, this myth, Killarney Urban Myth #3 is all about odd bods. But aren’t they all really!

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Creation Myth Story

We all got stories, we all got myths – where is the truth amongst us? Probably in the tiny little slivers of light we share and possibly in the myths we cling to but keep hidden. Give this a read – only 64 secs of reading, and then on with your day!

And if you like it or feel like a gamble – try this – ‘A Seagull Thinks’.

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A Story Where Quite a lot Happens

In the few paragraphs that follow you will see that little happens – or maybe a lot occurs – just in a short space of time! Give it a read – it will take you all of 62 seconds.

Try some poems I’ve written – won’t take long either!! Start with a short one – ‘Tahiti’.

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I Click I Click I Click in Coventry

Here’s a poem about my hometown- Coventry, England, in case you need to ask! A beautiful city in so many ways but let down by the Government – Oh yes it did!! Give this poem a Click, an I Click if you like – I’m not sure what it means but I know I love my home town.  Try another poem by me here – Horsey – it’s a real humdinger as 1950s yanks would say!

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Killarney Urban Myth #2

This urban myth is another one which has found a home in Killarney, Co.Kerry, Ireland.  Perhaps it has a fear of change as its origin – who knows?!


This one is probably more interesting than Myth #1 and for a number of reasons.  Myth #1 was really based around the supernatural and fears of the undead and ghosts and so on.  Myth #2 is a bit more up to date and is based on how people, collectively, fear change.  I’ll explain this perspective a little later in the context of Killarney, rather than with reference to the World Wide Web, as I feel it’s better to keep things a little local.

I refer to this particular Urban Myth as ‘The Fella In The Back Seat’ but on other web sites people variously refer to it as ‘The Killer in the Back Seat’ (Emery, 2014) or even ‘The Killer in the Back Seat’ (Snopes, 2014) … I think you get the point … it’s all about a killer in the back seat of a car…

The thing with this Myth is that it always involves a woman, never a man, getting into her car while the predator – who is always a male – hides on the back seat, just out of view.

Mr Predator usually gets into the car during a moment when the victim is distracted, perhaps by a passer-by or the need to pay a garage attendant.

Sometimes the victim is followed by a car, or other vehicle, which driver flashes lights and beeps the horn in a seemingly aggressive manner.  It usually turns out that the driver of car #2 is simply a good citizen trying to warn the victim that there is potential ‘crazy’ in the back of her car.  And the driver of car #2 is always a man – which just makes the lady victim more eager to drive as fast as she can to escape the supposed mad man following her.

Some of these myths end with the victim being saved by some unusual turn of events – often a traffic accident – and the ‘supposed mad man’ in the following car turns out to be a hero.  She, the victim, is usually saved – I’m not sure what the moral of this is meant to be; perhaps it is that not all men are mad fellas, perhaps it is a message to ladies to choose their fella wisely.

None of that is my immediate concern nor interest.  I’m just here to relate a tale that I heard, maybe in the last 2 years – and more than once – which is Killarney Urban Myth #2.

In Killarney, the story I was told involved a local garage – it’s in Ardshanavooly – just on the edge of the town.  There is a petrol station/garage in Ardshanavooly, I guess there has to be or this urban myth would not work!

The story goes that a woman of indeterminate age, but often referred to as a ‘young wan’, gets out of her car to fill the fuel tank.  As she stands there, getting increasingly bored watching the fuel going into the tank, she looks around the garage just to stop herself being too bored.  This provides an opportunity for the predator to enter the car.

We are never told if this is the time that the lady’s personal security is breached – but it is a good opportunity I guess, if you happen to be a local/national/international mad man and this is how you like to operate.

Anyway, the lady finishes putting fuel into the car and heads over to the kiosk to pay the – invariably male again – check out person.  It is at this point, in the Killarney version of the Urban Myth #2 that the check-out guy calls the woman back and says, for no other reason than that he does “Hey, you know there’s someone in the back of your car, right?”

At this point, the predator in the back of the car absconds into the darkness – as these events always happen at night – my apologies if this salient fact escaped my fingers on the keyboard earlier, but it’s always night-time – but not before a telling glimpse of him has been caught, not by the CCTV Camera but by the check-out guy.

The check-out guy, who in Killarney is always described as a white foreigner, becomes the saviour of the day.  He always indicates that the predator in the back seat of the car is ‘foreigner with dark skin’.

Now, if this is not an indication of fears regarding change – based on an influx of outsiders – I don’t know what is!

Funny though, isn’t it, that the hero is always a man who happens to be a ‘whiter shade of pale’ as opposed to someone with a darker skin pigmentation?

True or not, this is what I have been told.

Sleep tight and drive safe – this is just a myth – Killarney Myth #2 – isn’t it???


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We crawled along

Ignoring signals green or red

Waiting for the orange beam instead.


Slowest movements

And the inevitable stall

Neither made the emergency call.


We pass these days

And indicate a quick hello

Then lose each other in traffic flow.



By Shay Ryan

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