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YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED
So Ladies, Good or Bad. Have some fun. Ever the Good Girls are Bad
some of the time, And the worse they are the Better I like it. So Have
some Fun Girls. And Be Bad, Very Bad.
Naughty Girls are more fun.
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IF NOT THE POETRY BELOW IS NOT FOR YOU
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BEAUTIFUL GOD
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Beautiful God and Jesus his son
Rode a bike like me, but not just for fun
They rode there bikes all over this Earth
And gave the week and hungry worth
Jesus rode a motorbike
Beautiful God and Jesus his son
Rode a bike like me, but not just for fun
They rode there bikes all over this Earth
And gave the week and hungry worth
Jesus rode a motorbike
And the Lord God led the pack
They will ride forever
With Mary on the back
All of the Disciples rode like you and me
So join the Heaven Angels
And forever ride fast and free
Jesus rode a Motor bike
But the Good Lord led the pack
Merry Christmas everyone
There is Miracles in his sack.
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They will ride forever
With Mary on the back
All of the Disciples rode like you and me
So join the Heaven Angels
And forever ride fast and free
Jesus rode a Motor bike
But the Good Lord led the pack
Merry Christmas everyone
There is Miracles in his sack.
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FATHER SON & HOLY GHOST
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Father son and holy ghost
Father son and holy ghost
The lord our God is great
How great is our God,
How great is our God,
Sing to him with me
How great is our God,
All will see How great,
How great is our God and Heavenly king
Ride with the Angels
Ride with the Angels
And Heavenly bells will ring
Jesus rode a Motor Bike
Jesus rode a Motor Bike
In and out Heaven
But God the Father led the pack
When Twelve Disciples
But God the Father led the pack
When Twelve Disciples
Came Eleven
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THE MIGHTY ROAR
We ride Into Your Presence Lord
Lifting to you with a Mighty Roar of our Engines’
You Deserve the Highest Praise
That We Can Give and More Lord,
We Give You Our Praise
That’s Why
We rode Here
For
Jesus was a Biker
And the Lord God led his pack
So come and be a Biker
And ride to heaven above
We are not all Ass Holes
Some of us in God we love
Jesus was a Biker
And the Lord God led his pack
So come and be a Biker
And ride to heaven above
We are not all Ass Holes
Some of us in God we love
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THE WARRIOR POET
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THE WARRIOR POET
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FAITH RIDERS
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I ride by Faith and not by sight If things go wrong I know it will be alright Because someone greater is in the heavenly skiesIs watching over the ones who ride
My God cares and helps the meek
Even while we are in bed asleep
For God has Angels every where
To guard and guide the ones who care,
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I ride the roads with care and ease
Jesus comes as quick as a sneeze
He will ride into your life
And look after every thing with life
The flowers and the insects too
All have Souls like me and you
The dogs and cats they all believe
That the good Lord will come in there need
To guide all living things
Into heaven to be with the king.
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I ride by Faith and not by sight If things go wrong I know it will be alright Because someone greater is in the heavenly skiesIs watching over the ones who ride
My God cares and helps the meek
Even while we are in bed asleep
For God has Angels every where
To guard and guide the ones who care,
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I ride the roads with care and ease
Jesus comes as quick as a sneeze
He will ride into your life
And look after every thing with life
The flowers and the insects too
All have Souls like me and you
The dogs and cats they all believe
That the good Lord will come in there need
To guide all living things
Into heaven to be with the king.
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BEAUTIFUL GOD
Beautiful God and Jesus his son
Rode a bike like me, but not just for fun
They rode there bikes all over this Earth
And gave the week and hungry worth
Jesus rode a motorbike
And the Lord God led the pack
They will ride forever
With Mary on the back
All of the Disciples rode like you and me
So join the Heaven Angels
And forever ride fast and free
Jesus rode a Motor bike
But the Good Lord led the pack
Merry Christmas everyone
There is Miracles in his sack.
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Get ready Ladies
We are nealy there
To turn you on
In Poetic Songs
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THE ULTIMATE SIN
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Suicide
Suicide is not the way to go
Life is for living not dieing
It will not answer to the problems we face
So my friends don’t give up on this human race
Life is not a race to win
Every man or women sin
There is an answer to all of life’s problems
Just hold on to your faith
And
The ultimate sin of suicide
Will drift out of your mind
Life is too important
To loose it with a whim
So my friends
All of you
Its one thing all of us can win
So let us pray to Jesus Christ
And his Angels on the wing.
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Suicide
Suicide is not the way to go
Life is for living not dieing
It will not answer to the problems we face
So my friends don’t give up on this human race
Life is not a race to win
Every man or women sin
There is an answer to all of life’s problems
Just hold on to your faith
And
The ultimate sin of suicide
Will drift out of your mind
Life is too important
To loose it with a whim
So my friends
All of you
Its one thing all of us can win
So let us pray to Jesus Christ
And his Angels on the wing.
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ME
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Born to write,
Mr
“Eamon John Healy”
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Born in The City of Spires
“Eamon John Healy”
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Born in The City of Spires
The only place ov earth where dreams can come true.
And
Sometimes
They
Do
O X F O R D
My Pen Names are in case you wondered.
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“ The Warrior Poet ”
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“ The Oxford Warrior ”
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“ The Poets Poet ”
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“ The Word Master “
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“ E. J. a. Healy.“
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“E. J. Healy.”
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“ The Peoples Poet “
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“ The Word Dancer “
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“ The Boss “
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“ NOS-MO-KING ”
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“ The Oxford Poet “
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“ Scampie “
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“ Eamon John Healy “
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"The Word Dancer"
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All of them have been Published in Books and Magazines all over the World.
PS.
Thank You for reading this book!
E, J, a, Healy.
Eamon John a Healy
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2007
My Pussy.
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I’m a blond lady from head too toe
I wear a studded collar around my neck
Men like to stroke my pussy
As I purr and mew and neck
There's a two rings in my left ear
and three in my right
I lost a nail the other day
When I got into a fight
My boy friend is a right Tom
And he leads the others around hear
He dates two other pussies
And he rules the Manor without fear
He got my Sister Pregnant
She had a litter of three
But I believe that I know
Old Tom still belongs to me.
2007
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QUOTE By The Warrior Poet.
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You Cant Look a Gift Horse in the Mouth, So ride it,
And be on your way to better things.
2007
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The Oyster ?
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I love Oysters
There Sexy and Hot!
There is never two the same
Every Woman has one
At least once in there lives
Every!
Well nearly Every Man wants one,
The Oyster is a Muscle locked within a shell
At the Bottom of the Sea
It swims so well
Sometimes it’s a little salty,
On its Wedding Night
The Oyster is Beautiful
Tasty and Bright.
2007
By
The Word Dancer
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Oh!
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Oh it’s a Joy to Live,
What a Creation
To See the Sun,
And the Face of all Nations,
To Stand!
A Free Man
I’m on my own
Oxford in England-
Is my Home.
Poetry!
Is Love Foretold,
So in Love be Forever Bold,
Freedom!
Is Gods Creation,
As is Man and Woman-kind,
Standing!
At a Railway Station,
Don’t!
Let your Life pass on by,
If the Train is Late?
You!
Can always Fly.
2004
By
E. J. a. Healy.
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Autumn Colours
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Trees of Beauty turning from green to gold
Silver birch's scratching the sky
A Painted Patch work of ever changing Hues
From Gold to brown, to Green to blue,
The rising moon casts shadows of gold
As the setting Sun go's to sleep
Autumn colours are wonderful
A Gift from god to keep.
2007
By
The Word Dancer
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I Want to be big like you.
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I want to be big like you Mummy to do the things you do
To be an Astronaut or a Clown
To climb high Mountains and come down
To get a job and earn some pay
And even have my own Angel some day
Tame a Tiger in a Zoo
Mum I want to be grown up like you,
To drive a car around the block
Are only some of the Ambitions that I have got
I want to be s fire man
Or work in my own Fish and Chip van
And now that I have grown up
I want to be a child again
To play ball in the park
And Splash in Puddles in the rain.
2007
By
The Word Dancer
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Exploring.
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I like to go all over the place
Around the World and into space
And I can do all of those things
With the key board and my Computer thing
I have been to America and around both poles
And stepped into a space rocket
Warmed my hands on the sun
Seen the rings of Satan
And the day is not even done
I've been in a Submarine
And seen lots of sunken ships
I've even seen the Lockless Monster
And heard the radio pips.
2007
By
The Word Dancer
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Quartz
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Quartz is a crystal
And a Clock to tell the time
It is very silent
Until it starts to chime
At quarter past it gently hums
At half past scrapes a gear
And on the hour to number twelve
The Chimes ring out oh dear
When the house is sleeping
And midnight starts its call
There is thirteen chimes
From Midday there is one more
But yet there is no ticking
Until the hour is ready to pass
I love my Old Quarts clock
But at Night it can be a pain in the ass.
2007
By
Eamon John a Healy
&
The Word Dancer
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The Word Dancer
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Cancer.
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I have never smoked a Cigarette
And all ways eat my greens
Done Morning and Evening Exercises’
And all my life
A Virgin I have been
I live and work an Organic farm
Never Sinned
Or did any harm
Prayed at Church on Sunday morn
And given too charities what I could
All ways helped the Tramps and Down and outs
So Why!
Had God given it too me?
My Brother has Raped and Murdered Children
And he lives on very fast food
He has set Hobos on fire
And all his life he has been rude
Now he is Serving twelve years behind Prison Bars
For the Rape and Murder of a Teacher-
and the Children in her care
So why have I got Cancer
Does the Good Lord really care.
2007
By
The Word Dancer
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Poisoned.
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The Governments have Poisoned our Children’s Minds
With all this lack of love and caring
They make lots of Promises
About all the sharing
We will lower all the tax's
And put the wages up
Help the Unemployed
Find a job that they wont chuck
Put a pound on Petrol
And raise the price of cigs
Put the drinking age to twenty one
And the rent down in peoples digs
Well that’s what was Promised
Now just look what they did!
Bloody Governments
I hope they loose there wigs;
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The Governments have Poisoned our Children’s Minds
With all this lack of love and caring
They make lots of Promises
About all the sharing
They have lowed the average wage
And put our rents up sky high
Closed more Factory’s
The Unemployed reach the sky
Put a fiver on a tank of gas
And doubled the price of Cigarettes
Tippled the price of everyday foods
And they have not finished yet
Closed down half the Hospitals
So the ER's are over run,
Lowed the Drinking Age
And locked the old up in a cage;
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The Governments have Poisoned our Children’s Minds
With all this lack of love and caring
They make lots of Promises
About all the sharing
The School leaving age is up to Nineteen Years
Then its on to National Service
They have to sweep our streets
And make Old England Tidy
While living in an Army Camp
Until Six more Months next Friday
The drinking age is down to just Fifteen
And the knife attacks are up
There is more Rape and Murder
And all I want to do is chuck up
Mad Cow is spreading like wild fire
Aids is even higher
Why cant the Governments ever learn
Not to stoke up the British fire's.
2007
By
The Poets Poet
E, J, Healy
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Tits.
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There’s blue tits and grey tits
And some are orangey pink
I'm just a bird watcher
Well!
What did you think
I like Robins red breast
She's been in the sun too long
Its only a hobby
Like Singing a song
I like watching black birds
And the odd crow
But on the beach in the summer sun
The tits are all a glow
Wading in the water splashing in the sea
I like taking photos
So back home I can see
All the different tits
Lounging on the beaches
Sometimes if I get too close
They will let out a loud screech.
2007
By
The Poets Poet
E, J, Healy.
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The Bridegroom.
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The Bridegroom is in the corner
As drunk as drunk can be
The Bride is in the bedroom
Having the best man for lunch,
Dinner and tea
They are Laughing and having sex
He calls her Someone’s Mrs
She calls him Rex
The Bridegroom is crying
And his bride is smoking pot
She's been inseminated
By the best man on the trot
She's going to have his baby
And I bet he will find out
The Best man is an African
And the groom is going out
He is a white honky
And as drunk as drunk can be
She is white too
And had an African-
for Lunch, dinner and Tea.
2007
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The Bridegroom is crying
And his bride is smoking pot
She's been inseminated
By the best man on the trot
She's going to have his baby
And I bet he will find out
The Best man is an African
And the groom is going out
He is a white honky
And as drunk as drunk can be
She is white too
And had an African-
for Lunch, dinner and Tea.
2007
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BURFORD WILD LIFE PARK
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And Cotswolds Wildlife park
Buford is Beautiful in daylight and in dark
Bring a little rucksack & a camera too
Everyone is welcome
Yes my friend! even you.
2007
By
The Poets Poet
E, J, Healy.
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And Cotswolds Wildlife park
Buford is Beautiful in daylight and in dark
Bring a little rucksack & a camera too
Everyone is welcome
Yes my friend! even you.
2007
By
The Poets Poet
E, J, Healy.
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The Bridegroom.
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The Bridegroom is in the corner
As drunk as drunk can be
The Bride is in the bedroom
Having the best man for lunch,
Dinner and tea
They are Laughing and having sex
He calls her Someone’s Mrs
She calls him Rex
The Bridegroom is crying
And his bride is smoking pot
She's been inseminated
By the best man on the trot
She's going to have his baby
And I bet he will find out
The Best man is an African
And the groom is going out
He is a white honky
And as drunk as drunk can be
She is white too
And had an African-
for Lunch, dinner and Tea.
2007
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Bad Boys.
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I'm what you call a bad boy
And my sister is a slut
We do things together
And the grown ups only tut
We tried it in the hallway
When the folks were out
We lost our Virginity
Now we know what its all about
I like shagging my sister
And we do the sixty nine
We are the Bad kids
But Sex for us is fine.
2007
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By
The Poets Poet
E, J, Healy.
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Sexist red, red lips
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There so glamorous and now there mine
Joined to a lady who is really fine
There so glam - and so downright hot
Vitamin sex is what she’s got,
My dark haired beauty
Was a twist of fate
She opened my eyes
As I opened up her gate
A milky white skin is what she has
With a hidden centre
Its razzmatazz!
2007
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By
The Peoples Poet
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Just Hanging around
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I’m just hanging around in your hall
In the centre and not against the wall
I’m waiting for you to turn me on
Flick my switch and I’ll be gone,
I have power as fast as light
And light your way in the night
And when you leave I will wait for you
To come home with light a new,
I love the way that you turn me on
The way you move with that little flick
I’m your Chandelier
To light your path when your near.
2007
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By
The Peoples Poet
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Death is the End of Life or is it?
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Is it just the start of an inner peace
A forgotten dream
Are we cogs
Is it all what it seems
Is Life really Life or just a word
One without meaning!
A nonentity
A speck in time
The truth
Are we all Gods in a Universe far away
Or cells in another brain
You decide
Or
Are you hear just for the ride?
2007
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By
Eamon John Andrew Healy.
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Just Exploring the Magic of time.
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Timeless and bible black
A lone Explorer with a sack
Sailing on all seven seas
A Pirate strong down on his knees
My bed is the Ocean deep
My Coffin is the plank
The rats that eat away at you
Are the fishes that swim deep
Timeless and bible black
In the Seven Seas I sleep.
2007
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By
The Peoples Poet
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Buy one get one free
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Buy one get one free they say
But what do I want with two
Why cant I have one at half price
Now that’s the thing to do.
2007
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By
The Peoples Poet
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Between Two Worlds
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Lost between two worlds,
Two lovers far apart
One I’ve never seen
But she’s a memory in my heart
I let her down
And when I said good bye
My eyes shed a tear
And started to cry.
2007
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By
The Peoples Poet
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In late September.
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In late September it is the time
When two seasons come together too intertwine
When Summer ends its hazy days
And Autumn shows its Winter hazes
Bringing the cold to enter in to our bones
And stripping the trees of leafs
When the animals prepare to sleep
And insects and birds and bees
The birds start there migration to warmer climes
We all know it will soon be Christmas time
Where we can reflect on the days gone by
As the birds take slowly to the sky
And thank God for the interlude
Giving him our Gratitude.
2007
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By
The Peoples Poet
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A Curtains of Mist
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The Autumn mists are coming the days are getting shorter
People put on woolly hats
And dresses not so short
How I love the Summer with mini’s everywhere
But now there legs are covered
From the cold night air
The Clouds seem to scratch the hills
With a silvery mist
As Summer turns to Autumn
Winter gives the Earth a kiss.
2007
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By
The
Oxford
Warrior
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Precious Memories.
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Your Loved ones may leave you
But your Memories linger on
They stay in our hearts forever
Like the words of a song
Loosing a loved one or a best friend
Leaves you with Memories
Until the very end.
2007
By
The
Oxford
Warrior.
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THE CHRISTMAS STORY IN POETRY // SONG
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In a Stable a king is Born
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In a Stable a king has been born, under a Winters Sky,
Jesus Christ is his name,
But he has been born to die,
Mary and Joseph is his mum and par,
Under the winters sky,
He has been born on Christmas day,
For you my friend and I.
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Three Sheppard’s came to bow there heads,
Under the Winters Sky,
Bringing him gifts for he is king,
Under the Winters sky,
He was born on Christmas Day,
For you my friend and I,
Under the Winters Sky,
Under the Winters Sky.
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Three Kings Came to see the Lord,
Under the Winters Sky,
Bringing Gold, Frankincense and mere,
Under the Winters Sky,
Jesus Christ was born today,
But he was born to die,
Under the Winters Sky,
For you my Friend and I,
Under the Winters Sky,
Under the Winters Sky.
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Jesus Christ was born today,
Under the Winters Sky,
Jesus Christ is our God and King,
And the Savour to you and I,
Jesus Christ was Born to day,
But he was born to die,
Jesus Christ was born on Christmas Day
For You my Friend and I
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2007
By
The
Oxford
Warrior.
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ATTRACTION is LOVE
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Falling in Love is Like a Childs First Smile
The first Joke that made you Smile
A Girl who you want to Ask out! But couldn’t
Because you were too Embarrassed
The Very First Words Spoken by your Very First New Born Baby,
His or her First Steps!
Attraction is Love!
The Love You have for your first Boy or Girl Friend,
The Love that you have for your God or Goddesses,
The Love you Have for Your Mother & Father,
Sister or Brother.
The Love you have for your favourite Food or Drink,
The Feeling you have when someone close to you Dies,
The Sense of Loss!
Consuming,
Overcoming,
Crying,
The Pain of Loss,
Is
The Feeling of Despair
Euphoria
Doubt
A Fear Consuming the Eternal Elements of Truth within your heart,
As Was!
The Attraction and Love from the Very Start of your Being.
2007
By
The
Oxford
Warrior.
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THE DEFINITION OF PURE LOVE IS ?
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The Phoenix flying out of the flames of the fire of love within your Heart,
Our Eternal Love
A Love that cannot End or Ever Depart
For it is a Love without a Beginning or a Start
The Definition of love is only one word
And that word is
God
Within an Never Ending flame of truth
2007
By
The
Oxford
Warrior
Eamon John Andrew Healy
Born
In
The City of Spires
O X F O R D
In
E N G L A N D
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((TWO SHORT LOVE POEMS ABOUT MY FATHER AND MOTHER))
“Edward John Healy”
&
“Rosemarie Brashman”
MY
FATHER & MOTHER~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
MUM.
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You Blessed me with Birth,
The Gift of Life,
Your Worth cannot be measured,
Mum!
You are a Miracle of life and Pure Love,
“Rosemarie Healy nee Brashman”
My Mother!
My
Mum.
2007
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By
Eamon John Healy
Your Loving Son.
Eamon
X X X X
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DAD.
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You Blessed me with Birth
You Gave Life to me,
Dad,
You Gave me the Miracle of life and pure love,
“Edward John Healy”
My Father,
My
Dad.
2007
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By
Eamon John Healy.
Your Loving Son
Eamon
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THE ENGLISH BIKER
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I saw him ride through Dublin on a Chopper Motor Bike
The Lone English Biker
Going at the speed of light
He Was Called the Warrior Poet
As a Biker he was proud
And as a fighter he stood his ground
As his Enemies hit the Ground into a mound
I knew him as “Eamon”
He was young and free,
I fought for the Irish Republic Army.
And will always be a brother to me.
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2007
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By Scampie.
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A Band of Brothers
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We used to be in all your News Papers
Spread across the front pages
We were called the Bad ones
But you didn’t seem to care!
We were fighting for our Country
To Unite it in one peace
For us
The Band of Brothers
This War will never Cease
The Irish Republic Army will always be United
Building up our Weapons Store
So one day you will shut the door
And leave Ireland for the Irish
One Land forever free
God bless the Brothers
And I pray that they will also bless me.
2007
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The Nameless Hero
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Within the Band of Brothers he stood
A Nameless Hero.
He could have been any of us there that day
Anyone of us could have been left behind
Splattered by Bullets’
It could have been you or even me,
We were all fighting for the same thing
FREEDOM!
Eddy took one in the Shoulder,
Eamon took one in the leg,
I’ve got a scare to prove mine as it skimmed my head,
I remember going down and calling for me mar
Someone picked me up! and put me in a car
I never new who saved me and I don’t even know now
Someone reckoned it was Eddy
But I know that that’s not to be
Eddy took his Bullet along time, before me
Eddy said it was Eamon
But he said there was too much smoke to tell
All I know is that someone did,
The Nameless Hero
There was five of us that day
But only three survived
And went to Church on Sunday to Pray,
Do we call the Heroes the one’s we left behind
Of the one who saved the day
That Nameless Hero will always be on my mind,
We lost Joe and Manny too on the corner by the wall
When Eamon stole the Motor car to take us from the brink
So he is my Nameless Hero without him it would be clink
He says the Nameless Heroes are them that went before
But he was the one who dragged me into the car door.
2007
SCAMPIE
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EROTICA
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Cold
Icy cold
She froze the dark skinned woman
I gave her my Jacket
Leather & Black
A Bikers jacked old and warn.
She Smiled
Her white teeth glowing in the night air
She said’
It smells like you.
With a faint hint of gas
Sorry about that babe’ I said,
My Bike leaks a little sometimes, you know how it is,
She Smiled
And said’ I like it,
I like you.
I like you too, I said
When are you going to ask me back for coffee
She said,
Its not Coffee I want, I said
She Smiled,
And gave a knowing look with her eyes,
Well she said’ Shall we go.
We rode into the night.
We entered my pad she pealed off my jacket,
Her Nipples stood Erect through her shirt
We kissed!
Its been so long I said,
She felt my chest and unbuttoned my Jeans,
Our tongues linked
Like they were always meant too
She undressed and started a sexy pole dance for me
Do you do this for a living I said,
Not any more’ She said,
We entered the bed room kissing
She Said’ You lay down and let me dance for you
I smiled’ its been a long time I missed you,
We made love!
Our bodily fluids mixing as one inside her
I Said’
Now I’ve found you never leave me
You found me,
Its the other way around,
I found you
And I’m not going anywhere without you ever again.
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2007
Scampie
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GOD BLESS IRELAND
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God Bless Ireland and the Soldiers that keep it free
Stop the killing and the mayhem
So one Land it can be
Bring peace to the green land
And let all Irish people sing
For one United Ireland where ever they may be
Stand together
As all Irish People should
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++Follow the cross of Christ
And let us one day see that day
When the IRA Bring a lasting Peace
Too a green Isle not to far away
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Scampie
2007
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It was in this prison where members of the Irish Republican Army, Soldiers were sent many
Men such as Bobby Sands, decided to go on hunger strike for a human treatment and recognition as prisoners of war.
CRUMLIN ROAD JAIL
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We know we'll win, although they have our lads in Crumlin jail
Staving with the Hunger.
So in this fight we cannot fail,
In Ireland's fight for freedom, boys the north has played its part,For freedom's day has still to dawn,
We must never loose the heart!So keep on the fight,
you volunteers,
for God is on our side.No jail can break our proud young men,
No prison clamp their pride.In Ireland's fight for freedom,
Is a fight we do with pride
Our brave young lads in Crumlin Jail,
I know will one day be free
To follow all the Heroes the Boys like you and me.
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DRAGON FABLE
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A game of warriors spread over the web
Fighting for life or limbs instead
I’m on level nineteen and almost twenty
Victory is my total aim
And the Aim for all the players in the game
My Battle ID# is “Kitkat the Black Cat”
And in the Arena I will wait for you
Get me if you can?
I’m just a Girl and not a Man
Want to play a game with me?
Or
Are you Scared
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Dungeons and Dragons
Is what it is like
Well
Do you want a Girl to fight.
2007
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Irelands War is an Open Wound left to bleed.
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The English dogs of war were loosed to run a muck
Our Northern Lands were held by the English fuckTo hunt are Rebel Soldiers downThey want to rule this land by fearAnd hold it for the Crown,
~~~~But a mighty thought was born in MenWhen they killed James ConnollyThat night they wounded Old ErinAnd she's bleeding to this day,
The Border lies like an open woundThat only love can heal,
~~~~For bitterness and crueltyThey will never close the wealThe men of vision built a dreamWhich the blind men stole awayAh that night they wounded old IrelandAnd she's bleeding to this day,
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The English Dogs stole our lands
To have them for the crown
My heart it holds a vision clear
To put all of the Brits right down
If we banish the English, send them away
Then Ireland will be one and Erin would have won.
2007
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E. J. Healy.
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This is a rewrite on the Original Song / Poem “Men Behind the Wire”
THE MEN BEHIND THE WIRE TWO
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Armoured cars and tanks and gunsCame to take away our sons
When the British came to stay
They put our Men behind the wire,
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They are both judge and juryNo trials were held at allBeing Irish means you’re guiltySo we’re guilty one and all,
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Proud we march behind our bannerFirm we’ll stand behind our menWe will have them free to help usTo rebuild a nation once again,
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England’s name again is sulliedIn the eyes of honest men.
Around the world the truth will echoBecause the Soldiers or the Crown are here again,
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We the people stand togetherProudly firmly on our wayNever fear and never falterTill our boys are home to stay,
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Through the little streets of IrelandIn the dark of an early mornBritish soldiers came maraudingWrecking all our homes with scorn,
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The armoured cars and tanks and gunsAre coming again to take away our sonsBut every Irish Person on earth
Must stand behind the men behind the wire.
2007
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Scampie
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THE MEN BEHIND THE WIRE TWO
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Armoured cars and tanks and gunsCame to take away our sons
When the British came to stay
They put our Men behind the wire,
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They are both judge and juryNo trials were held at allBeing Irish means you’re guiltySo we’re guilty one and all,
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Proud we march behind our bannerFirm we’ll stand behind our menWe will have them free to help usTo rebuild a nation once again,
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England’s name again is sulliedIn the eyes of honest men.
Around the world the truth will echoBecause the Soldiers or the Crown are here again,
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We the people stand togetherProudly firmly on our wayNever fear and never falterTill our boys are home to stay,
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Through the little streets of IrelandIn the dark of an early mornBritish soldiers came maraudingWrecking all our homes with scorn,
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The armoured cars and tanks and gunsAre coming again to take away our sonsBut every Irish Person on earth
Must stand behind the men behind the wire.
2007
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Scampie
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CARVE UP THE BRITS WHERE THEY LIE
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They'll carve your name where you lieAnd I for one will have no tears to cry
A curse on you and your families to
The Bastard British Landlord be damnedYou stole old Irelands Northern Lands
Be gone you callous Sons of Bitches
You were born from British Witches
How God can let men treat others so
Its time for you Brits to get up and go.
2007
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The Warrior Poet
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