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    Who I Was
    Who I Was
    Who I Was
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    Who I Was

    By Errol Stephen Philip Flynn

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    A collection of poems that the author wrote years ago and had intended to forget about, this volume neatly answers the question of who Errol Stephen Philip Flynn was, without giving any clear indication as to who he is now.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherLulu.com
    Release dateNov 9, 2017
    ISBN9780244346379
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      Who I Was - Errol Stephen Philip Flynn

      Who I Was

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      Copyright Notice

      Text and Cover Photograph ©  Errol Stephen Philip Flynn, 2017

      All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review or scholarly journal.

      ISBN: 978-0-244-34637-9

      I dedicate the ebook version of this collection to the best dinosaur I know.

      Foreword

      Finally, it’s here: the book that I never really wanted to create.

      I think that sums it up, really.  These poems were not only written years ago, but most of them weren’t intended to see the light.

      All that there is to say is that these poems, in their range from the light and silly to the harsh and aggressive, firmly represent the past.

      They are definitely a representation of who I was.  Maybe one day I’ll find out who I am.

      Errol Stephen Philip Flynn, 2017

      Absent Friends

      There are many odes to absent friends,

      So why compose another?

      Some things they could not comprehend,

      And others feelings smothered.

      It's much more a personal thing

      When friends just drift away

      You sit waiting for the phone to ring

      To hear their voices say:

      How are you or I'm back next week,

      The heart (how clichéd) flutters.

      But upon goodbye the voice is weak

      And falters, stalls and splutters.

      And reason says it needn't be,

      We'll all soon meet again,

      But still I know that I'll miss thee,

      So farewell, absent friend.

      An Ordinary Man

      A man once built his house of stone

      And with nature thatched the roof

      Lived in the attic, all alone,

      Far from other men, aloof.

      This man, he had a child,

      And the child, unlike he,

      Went out and spake with other men

      In a land called Galilee

      This man once went a-fishing,

      And doctored to the poor

      And never dreamed his words would be

      A recipe for war.

      This man was by his fellows broken

      Beaten, left to die

      Judged when one had spoken

      And ordered, crucify.

      He hung upon that crucifix,

      With iron through his soul,

      And wept; for what became of this

      Was a bitter, twisted soul.

      Epitaph

      Take care, gentle stranger,

      As you walk across this turf.

      Be respectful of my body,

      Entombed within this earth.

      Open Prison

      In a world full of shouting

      Did you feel my silence?

      In a world full of hatred

      Did you feel the love I felt for you?

      Could you see me in the distance

      Through the smoke of raging fires?

      Did you ever hear my voice upon the breeze?

      Did you ever watch me falling

      From the clouds made of my dreams?

      Did you ever reach to catch me in your arms?

      Did you ever see my lifeblood

      Flow from the open wound?

      Did you ever see me crying out in vain?

      I know you never did and I could tell you never saw

      Because I never saw you either in the mist.

      Rushing past each other, it's easy to ignore

      The silent souls around you, kept away from bliss.

      Let me fill your silence,

      Let me feel your love,

      Let me see you in the distance,

      Let me hear your voice above.

      I'll stop you from falling

      And help you rebuild your dreams,

      I'll answer when you're calling

      Stop your

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