Trees Jeez I can’t get any inspiration from writing about leaves Flowers With the power to inspire others to put pen to paper Nature Unable to provide a source creativity or metaphor Therefore I stare out the window with inquisitive eyes Skies Above Provide no urge to write about the absence of clouds Or houseplants Dancing branches in the wind blowing a chill cold enough To envy a bear finding a cave to hibernate from the winter gloom Soon The face of nature will change from scours and showers To a spring full of life and colour Another opportunity to write something about our natural mother
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
Take this coin and hold it tightly in your hand Carefully and deeply contemplate a wish you would like to see granted A desire for peace in a world becoming more violent as each day passes A request for good health to accompany you on lives journey A wish loved ones karma allows for long and joyful lives to be lived You may choose to put value on materialistic objects To bring joy and happiness Realising this to be a decision made by the futility of youth So delve deep inside to find something which is really worth wishing for Toss the coin into the water heads you win tails you lose
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
Sitting quietly with oneself contemplating the essence To be found in the body and in the mind An identity formed from a combination of genes and experience Or is there another part of being which defines who we are A spirit which wanders and weaves through the corridors of life Each change of direction requiring an adjustment to who we are Not a constant like a rock which cannot be reshaped Or a river which flows and refuses to be redirected We are never always the same and so often the opposite
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
Look me in the eye and tell me the truth Rooted In your language contradiction and vagueness Safe us From your lies and fake smile Try To deceive and hoodwink Think About trying to go through life with ambiguity and spin Thin Is the line between integrity and hypocrisy Bureaucracy Tying red tape around the neck of the people trying to breath Greed Brings you to the surface of the swamp you inhabit Dragging your pray underwater to drown out the calls for Equity and Equality
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
So neglected in your life even now people struggle to pronounce your name Tortured you were turning to alcohol to ease the pain Relief found from painting nature and flowers Finding inspiration from roses/lilacs/lilies and sunflowers Whilst engaged in a constant battle with an illness which refused to allow sunshine into the mind You must have been living in a world more identifiable as hell Cut ones ear off to quieten the incessant noise disturbing the self Rest easy knowing a legacy of beauty and genius has been left A life so short leaving us behind thirty seven years old
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
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.
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