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y D a d ' s P o e t r y |
Most of this Poetry my father wrote back in the 60's.
Solitary Agony
- Pity the man,who has something to say,
- and no one to say it to....
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- Heartbreak the feeling, when there's something to
give,
- and no one to give it to....
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- Despiration will fall, over men one and all,
- if repeatedly they fail to fit in.
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- And torment of soul, will swollow them whole,
- and eat their hearts out from within.
William Flannery - 1966 |
The Warning
- I leave this world as I entered it;
- Unwanted, afraid, and alone.
- Rejected by she that bore me,
- I suffered in a foster-home.
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- Long is the list of my deeds of doing;
- Fame and fortune were predicted for me in time,
- But to do them for the mere sake of doing
something,
- Therein lies the heartbreak, therein lies the
crime.
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- So I go from this wrold; to the hell-fires to burn,
- But by God and by devil, I swear on the level,
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SOMEDAY I SHALL RETURN!!
William Flannery - 1966 |
The Insult
- People are electrified puppets,
- Acting out a silly game.
- Each of us is but a number,
- A face without a name.
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- Life is an endless struggle,
- Filled with bitterness and pain.
- And our idealistic bubble,
- Is destroyed by the same.
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- Even in death there is no release,
- For when we're six feet under.
- The insul will not cease,
- We still remain .... a number.
William Flannery - 1967 |
Pathways
- Does the grass have to be green,
- For the world to remain plush?
- Don't we still get there,
- At something less than a rush?
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- Do the clothes make the man,
- Or can he stand on his own?
- Is it possible to retain a child's innocense,
- long after your full grown?
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- Do worldly things matter,
- As mush as it seems?
- Don't you think we could reach God sooner,
- If we worked together .... in teams?
William Flannery - 1968 |
The Veil
- Mystics and Guru's,
- Prophets and Sooths,
- Crystal ball gazers,
- In carnival booths.
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- Are they the freaks,
- Of a world so sane?
- Or do they offer us something,
- We would do well to gain?
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- Do we blindly cling,
- To our age old ways?
- Or harken to their words,
- And follow their gaze!
William Flannery - 1968 |
Sleep-time Voyager
- Journey to the stars,
- Or through the corridors of the mind.
- Do a thousand and one things,
- Of a very unusual kind.
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- Uncover deeply hidden secrets,
- Or lend an unseen helping hand.
- Bring back novel treasures,
- From an interplanetary foreign land.
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- The treasures of the Universe,
- Lie waiting at my feet.
- Do I make it an angel's paradise,
- Or a devils' treat?
William Flannery - 1968 |
The Challenge
- What is the fate of man,
- This foolish, stumbling child?
- Deserve he the fires of Hell,
- Or from God, mercy mild?
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- Will man blindly destroy all creation,
- Or his own salvation see?
- Must one man the whole race save,
- Is this the challenge the almighty gives to me?
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- This challenge I accept, if challenge it be,
- I know mankind, but mankind knows not me.
- Men think with their hearts - I think with my mind,
- While the hearts are breaking - the power of the
Universe I shall find.
William Flannery - 1968 |
The Narrow Path
- Down the twisted road of life I walk, lost and alone.
- Silent I stand before a castle of sand, crumbled and worn.
- Crumbled by failure, worn weak by pain,
- Feebly I rise and stumble onward again.
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- The more I learn; the more I realize how little I know....
- How meager the seeds of knowledge each man tries to sow.
- How meager still, the blinded crop he does reap.
- And yet, when mankinds final judgement comes,
- Will no one have done more than weep?
William Flannery - 1968 |
Mysteries
- The seas of time are endless,
- The ship of life too small.
- Without a ticket in hand,
- Our journey we must stall.
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- A journey with an ill-remembered beginning,
- And unfortunately .... noe end.
- For when our struggle here is ended,
- An eternity we must spend.
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- Will it be in Heaven?
- It won't be in Hell.
- Is the soul's existense eternal?
- No living man can tell!
William Flannery - 1968 |
Fathers Day 1995
- A father is many things,
- To young impressionable boys.
- A storehouse of knowledge,
- A santa with toys.
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- A friend to share the good times,
- A rod of iron when we're bad.
- A render of all of life's signs,
- An understanding shoulder when we're sad.
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- A steady example of morals & honor,
- A diligent self-styled preacher.
- A boys' first and greatest hero,
- As well as his last and best teacher.
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- A fathers love is forever,
- His guidence sure and true.
- I thank the lord every day,
- That I was chosen to be loved by you.
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