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Emmanuel Flanagan Poem
T' was the night before Christmas
At a house made of stone
There lived an old man By himself all alone
My sleigh stopped on the roof
With my presents to give
For the owner of this house
It's were this man do live
But when I did go there
What a strange sight did I see
No fairy lights no baubles
Not even a tree
No pictures of family Hung on the wail
Just medals and such like Was all I could see
An old soldier was sleeping Curled up on the floor
No bed no mattress As he slept by the door
Then I remembered the families
That I went to that night
Owed all of their freedom
From young men who were Willing to fight
Quite soon the whole world
When children would play
And parents soon celebrate a new Christmas day
And I started to wonder How many young men
Far away from their home In a far distant land
How many felt that they were alone
That terrible thought Invoked me to cry
And I fell on my two knees And started to pray
For I have no family No children no wife
But I do thank my lord For saving my life
This old man awakened And I heard his sweet voice
Say a prayer for me Santa But this was my choice
For I have fought for freedom
And I cannot ask for more
My god is my whole life And my freedom is for sure
Then the soldier looked up at me
it's Christmas tomorrow that's true
On your way Santa you have so much to do
I looked at my watch And I knew he was right
"merry Christmas my friend And to you a good night "
Eros
Copyright © Emmanuel Flanagan | Year Posted 2012
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Last night I dreamt I dreamed a dream Santa came to my room
I'm sure it was him that I'd seen By the light of the Christmas moon
He left presents at my bedside And many more beneath our tree
So I crept down the stairs Just to see what I could see
Santa was holding my mum In more than just a friendly way
He said I have to go my love But my mum said to him " oh please stay
"There's no one here to hear us Johnie "that's me " is fast asleep up in his bed
All strange thoughts and notions Were running through my head
Who is this Santa that's kissing mum While my dad is in a drunken sleep
I'm so glad that I came down the stairs to have a peep
Then when they finally parted and I recalled something from before
It was.not Santa kissing mommy It our neighbour from next door
Years later now I'm all grown up And my daddy is no more
I still remember that very dream just as it was before
Now Santa is my new dad Or should I say our neighbour From next door
My mum and and my new dad Are still kissing and much more
For I have a little sister and she is playing with her presents on the floor
So it was'nt really a dream I dreamed lt was so really true
For I still receive my presents And they still do the things
Our mum and our new dad do
Eros
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Emmanuel Flanagan Poem
A baby's voice
Mammy can you hear me, will you listen to my plea
Mammy please don't do it,take the gift of life from me
If you go ahead and do this thing
It will be to me your baby
A baby you'll never ever hold or see
I have the right to live in the outside world
After the time I have spent in here
You will never ever forgive yourself
And it will only end in a tear
So mammy have some courage and follow your heart
Don't listen to those foolish ones
Do the right thing from the start
So mammy please don't do it
Even as a last resort
Don't even contemplate the ending of my life
By trying to abort
Eros
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Christmas time
For many of us here
it's Christmas time once more
With tinsel and mistletoe
And sprigs of holly around the door
Brightly coloured fairy lights
Bedeck the Christmas tree
It makes it very special
To folk like you and me
But for some it's not so special
If theres no one in their heart
No one in their lives to love
No one person to be a part
It truly is a Christian thing
Although other faiths do join in
They don't know the importance
And yet it is fun for them to do
The birth of baby Jesus
Is the gift for me and you
We celebrate his birth each year
On December the 25th
It takes us from our hum drum way
And gives us all a special lift
We bring gifts to all our loved ones
Yes but the greatest gift of all
Is the little baby Jesus Lying in his stall
So please don't hate the others
Who do not appreciate our way
Our very special festival
Our Christian Christmas day
Eros
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A bit of fantasy in the mirror
When I looked at my mirror and such a sight did I see
The reflection in the mirror was looking back at me
Not the one I thought I was but a face I'd never known
Not a happy person that I am ,a very different image was shown
Then putting on my glasses for me to better I could see
The very ugly person in the mirror looking back at me
All at once I remembered I have aids! You can imagine my relief
My hearing aids,glass eyes,not forgetting my false teeth
So when I woke up this morning ,things aren't always what they seem
You see all the things I was seeing were only in my dream
Eros
Copyright © Emmanuel Flanagan | Year Posted 2012
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