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    Once Upon a Time
    Once Upon a Time
    Once Upon a Time
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    Once Upon a Time

    By Johnoe

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    Once Upon A Time

    Lets fly back to before.
    Before I needed or wanted
    Too grow up. Back to the days
    I wandered Black Mountain,
    Ran free in the bog meadows

    Then they put me in school
    Wasted my time, should have left
    Me to run free, all of my life
    Shaped by moments spent contented,
    And free on hillside, and meadow
    Flying down along this memory lane
    I cant forget people, and places

    Especially holiday months spent
    Joyfully on farms, school days, terror
    Filled times eager to read, and write.
    Ignored, had to count, multiple, divide.
    All such mysterious ways should have
    Left me too run free on hillside, and meadow

    Boy scouts, Clonard Confraternity, saving grace.
    Mc Cances glen sparkling wild,
    Roaring waters running through.
    Falling in, getting dragged out,
    Soaked to the skin.
    Walking homewards elated, simple times.
    Should have left me too run free.

    Never wanted to grow up though I did.
    Accepted responsibility didnt do to bad
    Didnt do to good all in all
    Did the best i could.
    Raised a family of three,
    My wife Geraldine, and me
    Should have left me too run free on
    Hillside and meadow.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherXlibris UK
    Release dateSep 25, 2010
    ISBN9781453540527
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      Once Upon a Time - Johnoe

      Contents

      Angels

      Nearly Man

      Man of Sighs

      Saville Justice and Injustice

      Hi

      It Was Good To See You

      Old Friend

      Silent Chair

      Relax

      Adversity of Vanity

      You Know

      Silent Walking

      Moving On In A Song

      The Wind Has Stopped

      Shadows in Time

      I forgot

      Frost

      Realtime

      Longing

      Troubadour

      It Matters

      Street People

      Mystery of the Heart

      Time

      Selfishness

      Across the line

      Blame It On Your Phone

      Enola Gay

      Old times

      Talking Love

      Orange fest 11 night

      Halleluiah

      Searching

      War

      Silence

      Saville Justice and Injustice

      Change

      Empty Sky

      Un—Forgotten

      Youth/Age

      Demons At Bay

      Wasted Lives

      Computer Deaths

      Why

      It Matters

      Happiness

      Tomorrows

      Telling

      Rage

      Legacy

      Pair of socks

      Can’t

      Journeying

      If

      Dancing, with lies

      Dreams Are Not Enough

      Drinking

      Perspective

      Yesterday

      Being Me

      Strolling

      Dance of Firs

      Dreamtime

      Living and Hoping

      Banana

      Last Night

      Tin Hat Days

      Belfast

      Easy Thinking

      Believe in the Soul

      Avarice

      Cast A Long Shadow

      Never Alone

      Was Thinking

      Knaves Laughing

      Empty Arms

      Reflections of a Woman

      Peaceful Lady

      Nothing

      Lost in a Familar Place

      A Life Well Lived

      Heroin Nights

      Echo Man

      Autumn Drumlins

      Abandoned

      Back Again

      Paedophile Man

      Assumption

      Garage Rules

      Simply You

      Simplictity

      Drifting

      Mordern Piracy

      Die Sighing

      One more night

      Belfast City of Madness

      Evensong

      Street People

      Wasted Lives

      Spirit

      Emmas Day Out

      Old Times/New Times

      Broken Leaves

      Broken Strings

      Players

      Indifferent

      Hoods Morality—

      Echoes

      Face Value

      Todays Wigan Pier

      Halloween

      Because of you

      Mr and Mrs Blah

      Moonlight

      Longing

      Serious

      Letters in a Box

      No Regrets

      Dancing in the Shadow of the Wind

      Mumbia

      Belfast City of Madness

      Fateful Night

      Back When

      Angels

      I Wonder

      Echoes

      American Diplomacy

      Broken Leaves

      Evensong

      Imprint My Love

      Moments in Time

      Waltz

      Indifferent

      Weary

      Serious

      Today is Different

      Unseen

      Wasted Lives

      Big City Time

      Nightwatchman

      Refugees

      life, mabye, perhaps

      haiku

      Why

      Don’t Think

      Yesterdays Man

      Immigrants Souls

      The Burning Man

      Hi

      Immoralist

      Nuclear

      Love Never Ages

      Egocentric Prick

      Dark Night

      Awhile

      Another Smile

      Hidden Valley/Alice Springs 2006

      Once in Belfast

      Relentless

      Smile

      To Have Lived The Dream

      Moments in Time

      A Terrible Beauty

      Imprint My Love

      Shake Hands with My Heart

      Lest We Forget

      Once Upon A Time

      Naivete

      Truth

      No Epitaph

      Provisional Honour

      American Diplomacy

      One More Night

      Loving Life

      Dedicated to my former wife Geraldine, and my children Karen, Joanne, and Emma also my grandchildren.

      To my fiend who has encouraged me, Joe Rafferty (The humble man).

      To Liz Morris/Nee Loughran, a very special person in my life who taught me to have constant thought of others, a very special lady.

      Angels

      Even angles can’t smile

      Always, oft times they relax

      And let you smile for them

      It’s their way of carrying you

      Through a sad or bad day, lets

      Have a smile, and light up an

      Angel’s day it’s a special moment

      That smile lets your angel smile,

      Sigh, and walk with you

      They shall always be by your side

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      Nearly Man

      I met a man the other day

      He called himself the nearly man

      I asked him why, you call yourself

      The nearly man, he answered

      I was nearly good at sport

      I was nearly good at loving

      Nearly good at being a husband

      Heck I was nearly good at living

      Thou just fell short at being good

      At anything, so I became the

      Nearly man, the nearly man

      Dreams his dreams, those actions

      Never quite achieved living out his time

      In books wishing he was the:- always man

      Now he has resigned himself to

      His role in life to always being the

      THE nearly man

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      Man of Sighs

      Gazing sorrowing upon mans folly

      The man of sighs knows it will never end

      And with his heart in pain he sighs knowing

      Mans cruelty to man shall never cease

      It has made him despair throughout the eons of time

      If 9 /11 was our day of tears his was Golgotha

      Crucified by man held erect by nails he forgave

      The mourning crowd, even the centurion who

      Drove the spear into his side, though did we at that moment

      Create this world of sighs, places such as Flanders field

      Auschwitz, Vietnam, Palestine, Rwanda,

      The man of sighs lives through each enormity

      In his forgiveness, great is his pity knowing

      That his creation shall commit such dastardly acts

      Again, and again we created this, our singular

      World of sighs.

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      Saville Justice and Injustice

      38 years a moment in time

      A white kerchief held aloft

      By a cleric called Edward Daly

      Not a flag of surrender only a signal

      That a wounded man was receiving last rights

      13 dead on the day, one lingered in hospital

      Until the inevitably happened, he died

      14 killed by brutish British paratroopers,

      Many score lay wounded as the forces of the crown

      Kept murdering and shooting innocent people, lying on the ground

      An echo of despair reverberated around the world,

      Horror, shock this is happening on a

      British street unthinkable,

      Until lord chief justice widgery was told

      In no uncertain terms brand them all

      Gunmen and bombers, the creditability of those

      Innocent ‘deaths besmirched by another British lackey,

      The truth was told at a press conference 24 hours after the outrage

      They were only children fleeing the rampage of a

      Murdering bunch of thugs sent in to sort out the problem

      That dastardly problem lay

      In the peaceful protest of asking for civil rights

      It was accepted as right and proper by the world press

      But British pride decried no, we are an honourable people

      It did not happen they were all guilty of a crime carrying arms

      And so the injustice of British justice witnessed

      In full view of British T>V cameras, Guns, bombs,

      None were ever recovered from the victims they did not exist

      Now 38 moments have past each day e year

      For every grieved family until 15 of June 2010

      They were cleared of being terrorists

      Now Edward Daly

      And the press ask, where are the official photographs

      Taken38 long years before showing they were the innocents

      Sacrificed by British might to sustain the

      So called honour of British right

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      Hi

      How’re you feeling on this

      Starlit night are you drifting

      Happily enjoying your

      New, and old friends.

      All of you forever young

      Laughing, cheerfully cruising

      Along on a glorious

      Never ending night.

      Your soul

      Flowing effortlessly

      Through time

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