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Christopher Flaherty Poem
Lest we forget
When the Shelling
And the Din of gunfire
Finally stopped
His mind was shot
A hollow broken shell
Stood
Crooked in the corner of some foreign land
Every boy and man befell unto
Inspite of class or rank
Come 1,
Come all
To walk the plank
Into no mans land
Gods hands
As the marching band grew silenced
Drowned out by the violence
Of brethren slain,
Into the Dunes of Alamein
Copyright © Christopher Flaherty | Year Posted 2017
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Christopher Flaherty Poem
So what are the Rule's ?
You wish to place place this wager on ?
And how is the Jury then to Judge ?
Your Bank Account
Your Real Estate
Your Stocks and Share's
Minks and Furs
Supercars , Jewel's and Gold
Versus
My 2nd Mortgage
10 year old Car
Overdrafts
And rising Credit Card Bills
Based on this alone I fear you win this wager
Hands down no contest
But what if we raised the stakes
To what we could actually
take with us to our grave
Like Friends and Family
Those we have blessed
Lives we had touched
I fear my Foe
The Currency in Death you shall seek
Will not be measured
In Money and Gold
But rather in Deed's and Actions
And whether or not you will be missed
Copyright © Christopher Flaherty | Year Posted 2019
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Christopher Flaherty Poem
How melancholy I yawn then sigh
When recalling who I was 2 year's
ago just before Covid-19 struck
I was doing alright getting bye ok
But fast forward currently to today
and I now feel completely different
As luckily enough for me though I have
not nor a close family member suffered
any ill effects had to be hospitalized
or far worse die
What I got instead is a sinking feeling
in the pit of my stomach and hole in
my heart that I fear may just be terminal
It's almost as if the world I thought and
have come to know throughout this
time has slowly ebbed the joy most
certainly has its in my rear view mirror now
And with it taken any hope a vaccine
or cure will be found in order to save
my fragile sanity from shattering
So i find myself asking who can and does
a Jester call when they themselves are
feeling down and in need of cheering up
And also at this moment I find myself
contemplating not quite sure if and
where redemption resides
But if it can't rain all the time
Better get busy living or busy dying
Said the Crow to the raindrop splitting
hairs on the Reapers scythe
What's kept you
For I have been long expecting you
Can't you see I have already packed
all of my baggage
Into the bin-bag's under my eyes
I am in this for the long haul
Copyright © Christopher Flaherty | Year Posted 2021
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Once in a blue moon not very often
Without over thinking it
Something i wrote makes me
glad i did
Because it obviously touches a
nerve or stirs the soup in other's
as it did with i
And when i log on at the top
of the page a bubble appears
with numbers in it
Denoting i my friend have
received comment mail
And when i click on and begin to
read them
I am glad such kind comments
and many positives appear in front
of me for may i say a deserving
one of our own worth it
So kind regards to 1 and all
of you who took the time to
comment show and share
your support
You did a good thing here
not because you could but
rather because you choose
to do so
She obviously is in and keeps
good comany as so do you
Kind Regards
Yours Sincerely
From me to Yee
Guild of Writers
So to all of you may i say this
Speaking only personally
my parting word's i wish
to say and gift to thee are
Best wishes
Love
Humour
&
Goodwill
And once again thanking you
i say
You did a good thing here , here
Copyright © Christopher Flaherty | Year Posted 2021
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I remember for the very first time hearing
Words that had not been experienced
But on reflection treated the subject matter well
And I have heard singers sing like impostors
Because it was not there words
That they took to the stage to sell
But what is the wordsmith
Without the tortured poet
That suffers for his art
Yet cant play the part
Because his mundane life is a million lifetimes apart.
Copyright © Christopher Flaherty | Year Posted 2012
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Christopher Flaherty Poem
As I have and I presume most of you have as well
Had at some point in our life time
Had to experience loss and death
And a Silent muse just posed the question
I am now about to ask of you to
Given that there is no good way to die
But that death is how we all meet our end
Then on which side of this decision do you fall
A sudden death in an instant
One moment here the next you are gone
Maybe perhaps wall alone with no one there
Never having said or got to make you peace
Or being given say six months to live
Ever slowly slipping fading away
Most probably suffering daily in endless pain
Never not knowing if today is the day
And having to see the look on loved ones faces
But at least you got to say and make your peace
Goodbye and everything you wanted to say
And the funny contradictions about death
Is it effects those way far more still living in reality
Than the dead for sure per say
As in death the dead pose no question anymore
As they are Silent One and all forevermore
Copyright © Christopher Flaherty | Year Posted 2023
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Christopher Flaherty Poem
Quickly,
Quickly,
Quickly.
You spoke in search of light relief
And hearing your cries for Help
I cried myself to Sleep
On the rotten old couch upstairs
While Mum Cradled you in your Marital Bed
I Prayed religiously
Death come Quickly
To Shelter
You from the Cancer Pain
A Milkshake Cocktail of Morphine
To Aid Discomfort
While thinking all the While
Show your Face God
Where is your Grace and Mercy
When it comes to the Innocent
I fear you have done not only my Family
But the entire World
A Discourtesy
Ask anyone and they shall say
He was 1 of the Good One's
Wouldn't hurt a Fly , Never told a Lie
And come December 28th
Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust
The Floor opened up the Gates of Hell
And ever since
I Fall and Fall
Quicker,
Quicker,
Quickly
A Pithy End
My Father
My Friend
My Support
My Sponsor
Amen
Copyright © Christopher Flaherty | Year Posted 2018
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As i looked up to the sky
The darkness ever so slightly dissipated
And was replaced by the majesty, grace,
wonder and beauty
Of a billion plus stars
Some so large, bright and close
It felt like i could wrap my world around them
And most surreal of all
Was i wasn't actually dreaming
This was visceral
This was real
A infinite universe of celestial graveyards
Beyond the earths ceiling
Starring directly back at me
Whilst driving through the Karoo desert post midnight
By Beaufort West
Copyright © Christopher Flaherty | Year Posted 2020
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Cometh the end of each and every
December
January so to with it as well bringeth a
new year to start a fresh once all over
again
And though the time and date and
solar winds may change
The seasons somehow however never seemingly do
The sky is still just as blue as the sun
is red grass is green as is the night
tinged in black
Just as like when spring and summer
eventually return and dawn
Denote it's time to pack away our
winter warming clothes into the
back of our closets and cupboard
draws
That unless we truly feel within and
inside our head and heart's
A certain individual kind of love
and caring does reside that warms
us dearly
Then matter's not the time or season
place or age
Tomorrow they will be no more richer or
poorer
If nothing changes and everything remains
Copyright © Christopher Flaherty | Year Posted 2022
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Picture your world in coulourfull strokes
With Care and Abandon
Of a life worth living
Devoid of Wealth
and immune to Goverment Stealth
Copyright © Christopher Flaherty | Year Posted 2009
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