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Paul Gallagher Poem
Think slow lyrics like Leonard Cohen. Think of his melody. His open talk that’s flowing. Now think of your life. Describe it in poem. Will it be happy or sad? Will it be good or bad? So, this one is about Dad. James Gallagher, just Dad. He was a smart boy. He showed love and loyalty. To give his family some joy. Winning contest of math. Prize was cash. To buy meat from the butcher. An insight to his person and hope for their future. I loved you then. Even before I was born. You told me tales of mischief and honour. You taught me how to care and love. You taught me how to hear and see. I see you as a hero. I think of you every day. Remember you told me about the cigarettes and the Christmas tree. Sadly, what you can’t see. Is the man you’ve made of me. You worked tirelessly to provide. You had that laugh that we will always remember. I can see you now. Our favourite time. 25th of December. You gave yourself some time off. Our table, you’re kids and wife. Remember the snooker table. You in your dressing gown. Space, sparse, what a laugh. This is sad, I remember your smell. Musky, cigars and diesel. Dad, we lapped you up. No words can describe how I miss you. Your special chair, Dads chair. I miss the way you combed your hair. Or how you spent time at the door. Seeing us off, checking we’re there. Home, safe, in bed. This is why I’m like you in many ways. I thrive to be as good as you. Better. That’s what you’d want. Hard job. I’ll try.
Copyright © Paul Gallagher | Year Posted 2018
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Paul Gallagher Poem
Me
I’m an old scholar.
Learning each day.
I’ve learnt all my life.
Never fae a book, fore say.
Learnt fae my brother.
Father and mother.
That’s how I am.
That’s me.
Shaped for life.
By them.
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Paul Gallagher Poem
In my den. A place to go. Away from all. No depth. No upstairs, no down stairs. Built by me. My secret solitude. God’s not here. Mum’s not here. I have a self-made haven of contempt. This place to hide. Do I need to. Yes, I do, to hide. To hide and be Invisible to all the world. My escape. I love my den. It’s were I go when I’m home. I can daydream here. Dream about my perfect life.
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Paul Gallagher Poem
The rock and the river.
My friend is this river.
My companion and foe.
Destined to feel its
Eternal flow.
I felt your power,
Your strength, your test.
For you have helped shape me,
In length, with no rest
Its thunder is constant.
Its beauty is clear.
Here, there is magic
In this atmosphere.
Our relationship has presence,
You’ve always been dear.
Your waters that pass here,
Can be ours loves tear.
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Paul Gallagher Poem
The rock and the waterfall
It forces me down
I cannot budge
Hundreds of years
Not one nudge
It pounds my back
Always, relentless
The weight is so strong
Time is so senseless
A thousand more years
Have come and gone
I have no energy
I feel so numb
Thousands of years now
Its shaped me as so
The forms that we made
Are here to show
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