A drought of the mind A barren landscape No oasis in sight
Bare footed in a desert where sand burns unprotected soles The punishing heat of the sun resulting in a thirst unquenched There is no water here to replenish and renew a wary spirit No trees to provide oxygen to a tired suffocating soul A prayer for rain to relieve the constant hurt and pain Tormented and troubled on a journey which feels like
There Is No End
Liam Flanagan is a 47 year old living in Galway on the west coast of Ireland. Degree in English and Philosophy. Teaching Diploma in IT. Ten years experience working in the IT industry. Likes Sport, Music, Film and Politics
War and Peace Remember Tolstoy an author of your times You too were invaded by a foreign power Napoleon marching with menace into your land Forgotten now how one man can bring so much horror and death to Russian homes A refusal to allow your country to succumb to the distorted ambition of a dictator who knows psychosis all too well He set Moscow on fire and lay siege to St. Petersburg Remember now how much suffering and devastation one man brought To your country/your cities/your people/your friends/your family Stop these abhorrent actions being done in the Slavic name Read the words of the possibility of living a moral life in an imperfect world You too have a culture of religion and spirituality Knowing the difference between Right and Wrong Rise up now a proud history of uprising and revolution Putting an ending to the atrocities and mass exodus of your neighbors from their lives and their peaceful homes
Liam Flanagan is a 47 year old living in Galway on the west coast of Ireland. Degree in English and Philosophy. Teaching Diploma in IT. Ten years experience working in the IT industry. Likes Sport, Music, Film and Politics
Apocalypse Now Four Horsemen come riding in Each one carrying a prediction from the Book of Revelation A White Horse under the command of the Anti-Christ Bringing Conquest and Destruction Following on from a world already suffering from the spreading of a Plague A Red Horse representing the waging War on all those who cross his Path A Black Horse rider spreading hunger and famine No longer enough money or food to go around As a Pale Horse arrives on the scene Screams Of horror and terror as all he brings is death and murder
Liam Flanagan is a 47 year old living in Galway on the west coast of Ireland. Degree in English and Philosophy. Teaching Diploma in IT. Ten years experience working in the IT industry. Likes Sport, Music, Film and Politics
Are ye trying to kid me? Do you think we are all idiots Fix it! The world is going to go up in flames Or drowning in rising sea tides Hide The truth is the most important thing is to make money Big business continue to be allowed to mass produce harmful pollutants To get their greedy grubby hands on as much cash as possible Impossible To believe anything coming out of the mouths of politicians Lie as you try to pull the wool over the eyes of the people So fake in your minds eye is to let them eat cake You should be forbidden from showing yourselves in public Power will be taken away and a discovery will be made of exactly what it means to be a part of a republic
Liam Flanagan is a 47 year old living in Galway on the west coast of Ireland. Degree in English and Philosophy. Teaching Diploma in IT. Ten years experience working in the IT industry. Likes Sport, Music, Film and Politics
Casting the mind backwards To teenage years An obsession with The Cure And a girl called Mairead I wonder where she is now? Playing football until the light went out at the end of the day Turned eighteen and celebrated being able to have a pint Maybe too much but the crack was mighty with the lads Lassies everywhere excitement of newness and anticipation tangible in the air Turning twenty made very little difference A taste for life had been discovered and developed As the years go by you realise how special those days were Times of friendship and romance Where there was always enough music in the night for one more dance
BY LIAM FLANAGAN
Liam Flanagan is a 47-year-old living in Galway on the west coast of Ireland. Degree in English and Philosophy. Teaching Diploma in IT. Ten years of experience working in the IT industry. Likes Sport, Music, Film and Politics.
Finding it hard to envisage a future of harmony and calm
Too tired to raise a sound in opposition of all going on
Rest is now the priority of these times
Relief only being provided when the night time bell chimes
BY LIAM FLANAGAN
Liam Flanagan is a 47-year-old living in Galway on the west coast of Ireland. Degree in English and Philosophy. Teaching Diploma in IT. Ten years of experience working in the IT industry. Likes Sport, Music, Film and Politics.
Brad Pitt how you make the ladies hearts flutter You ended up in the gutter with a gun to your head Dumped Jennifer Anniston and chose Angelia Jolie instead Threads Of evidence poured over by Morgan Freeman Detective Somerset by name A role bringing about critical approval and fame Kevin Spacey playing the part of John Doe Determined to turn his life into a horror show Dante outlined the seven deadly sins Each one found in Hell formed in separate rings So be good now and chose carefully the life you lead The last place you want to end up is in Inferno Where all you will hear is cries and screams pleading to be freed
BY LIAM FLANAGAN
Liam Flanagan is a 47-year-old living in Galway on the west coast of Ireland. Degree in English and Philosophy. Teaching Diploma in IT. Ten years of experience working in the IT industry. Likes Sport, Music, Film and Politics.
The thirst the anticipation the pleasure Howya A pint of Guinness please How are things? How is the reopening going? Small talk as I watch the pour A tilted glass a slow deliberate pulling of the tap Careful now you don’t want to fill too quickly Three quarters full now is the time to let it settle Magically the brown cloud transforming into a dense black liquid with a creamy white top A thing of beauty to behold A couple of minutes pass Feels like a lifetime as the pint takes shape The top up the completion of an act of perfection The careful walk back to the table Make sure there is no spill now Destination reached two more minutes of diligent patience The time has come Clutch the hand around the glass Lift with care and deliberation Take a long slow satisfying taste of this black beauty Thirst quenched destination reached time to settle Slainte!
The Lion is the King of the Jungle You are the Queen of the Ring Although the roars from Portland Road were the loudest You have made the whole country of Ireland the proudest A lightweight only in name Your talent and brilliance lit up the Olympic Games You bore the flag and have taken home the Gold medal Take it easy now No trouble No worries Rest in the knowledge you have brought so much joy to our lives Each and every one of us Man Woman Child
A poem in honor of Kellie Harrington’s Olympic win.
You a former self sit across the table I could give you so much advice now Each piece contributing to how to live a happy life A road to follow less so many twists and turns Humps and hollows A simpler way to live being kind to yourself all times To take life easy resisting the urge to burn the candle both ends The flame still exists less hot yet enough to feel the warmth inside To love oneself and surround yourself with others you love too Choosing a partner to share the good times and the bad Know your health really is your wealth and life is there to be enjoyed Strive to be the best human being you can be realizing your potential Overcoming any obstacles which may be put in your way
Deborah Horton Writing 