Forbidden


BY LIAM FLANAGAN

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 

Age


BY LIAM FLANAGAN

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.

Voice


BY LIAM FLANAGAN

Photo by Jackson Simmer on Unsplash

I have lost my voice

Not from shouting too loud

Or talking too much

Nor from singing or chanting 

From weariness and fatigue 

Trying to make sense of it all

Weary of a world where chaos rules

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.

Se7en


BY LIAM FLANAGAN

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.

An Ode To Arthur


BY LIAM FLANAGAN

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!

BY LIAM FLANAGAN

Kellie


Photo by Alex Smith on Unsplash

BY LIAM FLANAGAN

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.

Table Talk


By Liam Flanagan

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

Float Like A Butterfly


BY LIAM FLANAGAN

Photo by AARN GIRI on Unsplash

Sting like a bee
Originally know as Cassius Clay
Now known by all as Muhammad Ali
A man from Louisville Kentucky
Nothing in common with chicken
More used to giving his opponents a lickin’!
An Olympic champion at the age of eighteen
A right hook so dangerous stepping into the ring could result in the loss of a spleen
Heavyweight champion of the world in 1964
A refusal to go to war in Vietnam causing a national uproar
A voice for civil liberties and human rights
Becoming more influential than any number of fights
On three occasions going toe to toe with Joe Frazier
Can be described as a real force of nature
Foreman took a tumble
In the Rumble in the Jungle
The only opponent unable to defeat
Parkinson’s which knocked you off your feet
Commonly known by most as The Greatest
A fighter, a wordsmith and an activist for equality
You have left behind you a legacy of goodness and quality

Camano Island


BY ERIN LAVERY

Photo by Steve Douglas on Unsplash

I wake before the sun.
The warmth of the covers leave my body and I walk into the cold and the dark.
My hands wrap around my mug and it fills with hot coffee.
If I had woken when I had planned, the steam would be rising from the cup,
But it’s not.
For a moment, it’s just me in the silence and the cold and the dark-
reminding myself that it’s almost morning.

Then, I hear my son’s feet touch the wooden floor three rooms down.
He loves the morning in a way I can’t understand.
For years, I have tried to wake early enough to get a head start on day
Before others are awake and need me.
He, in his innocence, has taken this as an invitation to spend quiet moments with me.
He lays in his bed, listening for my own feet to touch the ground so he can come and find me.

Some mornings, when I am bold enough to stay asleep longer than usual,
I wake to the sound of gentle knocking.
Then, a small voice breaks through the sound of his tiny fist against the door.
“Mom, you slept in on accident.”
It’s never an accident.

But in spite of my longing for a quiet
That belongs to only me,
perhaps these days are the best I’ll ever know.
These days are without any moments to wonder whether
I am making good use of this very short
Window of time I have on this planet.
Instead, it is just me and the cold and the dark

And the little man who loves me more
Than the warmth of his bed.

He sits at the table beside me now, pulling out the marshmallow bits from the cereal box.
I pretend not to notice, gazing to my right
Through the wall of windows overlooking Livingston Bay.
The sun is rising in the distance-
Running toward our sky to join us.

By Erin Lavery

Shine A Light Into The Darkness


BY LIAM FLANAGAN

Photo by Yun Xu on Unsplash

There is no need for you to be engulfed in the dark
You have a voice to express how you are feeling
Healing
Is in your hands an attainable objective
Be subjective
Take the time to find your way out of the quagmire
Tired
As you may be summon the energy to get some help
You owe it to yourself to look after your health
Brighter days lie ahead
You can go back to enjoying life
Once you find a resolution to the problem inside your head
If you are struggling and feeling like you can no longer cope
There is always someone there who can provide you with support
and hope

By Liam Flanagan

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