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john connor, 5 february 2012

september 11

SEPTEMBER 11
the world stood still at two o’clock
all laughter turned to tears
upon this day the USA
confronted its greatest fears
a nation became a target
of cowards without pride
who never come out from the dark
where they choose to hide
out of the ashes will rise an eagle
watch as he sores up in the sky
for you will never take our freedom
no matter how hard you try
land of the free home of the brave
a place where dreams come true
you’ll never break our spirits
know matter what you do
So many lives husbands and wives
brothers lovers and kin
upon the day a war begun
a war we have to win
god bless thoughts who perished
god bless everyone
we will all stand together
until this war is won
God bless all hero’s
who gave their lives away
through their acts of bravery
others lived to see another day
for in times of trouble
on them we can depend
for the new York emergency services
to be their till the end
You never take our freedom
in hard time we bond together
never will we turn away
no here not now not ever
By john f Connor
Copywriter 2003

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john connor, 5 february 2012

think

think

do you ever thing about
all the things you’ve done
the goods time and the bad times
the laughter and the fun
do you wish you could go back
and live a certain day
would you leave it as it was
or change it in some way
you meet the girl you loved and lost
be given a fresh start
the girl you really wanted
the girl who broke your heart
you know what you did wrong
a chance to put things right
a chance to make amends
to change that curtain night
how would it work out
was it meant to be
would you risk you future
just to go back and see
by john f Connor

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john connor, 5 february 2012

lifes to short

To short
life is is to short to worry
life is to short to be sad
life is to short to ponder
on things youll never have
life is to short for sadness
life is to short for tears
never count the days
never count the years
lifes to short for falling out
life is to short for war
life is a gift don’t waste it
life is so much more
by
john f Connor

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john connor, 3 february 2012

blue moon

dear moon why so blue

alone up in the sky
...
not so bad but why so sad

as you watch the world go by

dear moon what do you see

as you look down on me

im alone all on my own

no stars for company

dear moon why do you cry

do you feel my pain

tell moon will in find love

and happiness again

dear moon please stay a while

we were just having fun

you know its true i can talk to you

i cant talk to the sun

dear moon goodnight god bless

thanks for listening to my plight

i will sleep all day

i will see you again tonight

by john f connor

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john connor, 3 february 2012

mum

from the day that i was born
you were always by my side
to have you for my mother
just filled me up with pride

... you pick me up when i was down
you taught me right from wrong
who am i gonna turn to
now that you have gone

through out my childhood
you gave me memories I,ll treasure
that will alway be a part of me
i will keep in my heart forever

teenage years i had my fears
but you helped me to get through
when life seemed just to much
i would always turn to you

i miss our little chats
sometimes lifes so unfair
i keep going round your house
in the hope that you,ll be their

i miss you mum i really do
in life you were my rock
to lose you broke my heart
i cant get over the shock

but when ever i have children
i will love them as you loved me
i know you are in heaven
happy and pain free

so rest in peace my mother
i love you more than words can say
i know deep in my heart
we will meet again some day

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john connor, 3 february 2012

the last sunrise

the last sunrise

i sit and watch the sunrise

i know it will be my last
...
just time to reflex on my life

to dwell upon my past

the sound of childrens laughter

brings pleasure to my ears

how i wish i was a child again

to relive thoughs golden years

i think about what i have done

did i make the most of life

i raised two healthy boys

i married the perfect wife

i dont think i could moan

in fact i did ok

as i sit here and ponder

listening to children as they play

i dont feel sorry for myself

and if i could live my life again

i would not change a thing

i live it just the same

i sit up and have a look outside

to see a bird upon the wing

to see the trees so tall and green

i feel the warm sunshine of spring

its hard to say goodbye to life

so wish that i could stay

i hope the they send me angels

when they take me away

i hope thier is a heaven

where i can live pain free

open the doors im on my way

better save a place for me

thepoet

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john connor, 1 february 2012

father

Father

I have always love my father
I really wished I had told him so
For now he has passed away
I guess he will never know

I wanted him to be proud of me
I wanted him to see me do so well
Sometimes I really messed things up
I put myself through hell

God only knows I miss him
God only knows I care
I still keep walking into his house
In the hope he might be there

But someday I know we will meet again
And I know just what I will do
I will hold him very tightly
And say father I love you

John F. Connor
Copyright ©2008 John Connor

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john connor, 1 february 2012

im still here

I'm Still Here
I may be gone but please don't cry
death is not the last goodbye
death releases me of my pain
there will come a day we will meet again
don't be blue and don't be sad
think back to the fun we had
I am always here I hear you speak
in time of trouble it's me you seek
you don't see me but I see you
ill do my best to pull you through
speak to me and I will hear
never far I am always near
be brave my children do not cry
see you again it's not goodbye

John Franked Connor
Copyright ©2008 John Connor

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john connor, 1 february 2012

lost generation

Lost Generation

a boy lays in the gutter
a needle by his side
a life so short a last resort
he even lost his pride

he lived without a future
then died without a life
he will never know the happiness
of children and a wife

they say it will not harm you
they say you will feel know pain
for they know once you try it
that your will be back again

for a pusher makes a million
he makes it out of sorrow
another trip another hit
another death tomorrow

John Frankie Connor
Copyright ©2008 John Connor

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think

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im still here

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