War And Peace


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BY LIAM FLANAGAN

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


BY LIAM FLANAGAN

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 

The Crossroads


BY LIAM FLANAGAN

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Standing at a crossroads
No sign posts in sight
Do I turn left or right?
In danger of getting lost in the middle of the night
Dark clouds loom on the horizon
Gathering in the northern skies
Halting progress forward
The distance from home can be measured in miles
I take a look over my shoulder
Gazing back over the journey
I’ve been on
There is no going back now
The time to go backwards
is gone

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.

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


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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

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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

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