Children of war
Little Jimmy is not
playing ball anymore
Susie no longer buys candy from
the neighborhood grocery store
Mr. Johnson can't
scream at the kids in the street
Mrs. Jones sits at the bus stop
with no one to meet.
All of these life events
will happen no more
because all of our children
have gone off war
What is mercy?
What is mercy?
Is it the stories
We were told?
Stories both young and old?
What is mercy?
Is it grace?
Did it bring
Us to this place?
What is mercy?
Is it all the things
We hold onto?
Is it words the choir sings?
Do we search for it
In our time of need?
Is mercy in the
Bible we read?
Is mercy something
We can give?
Or is mercy
The life we live?
I know it's something
We cannot see,
But I'm forever grateful
To God and all his mercy.
Friend or Foe
are you a friend
or foe
friends I need
foes I don't
will you stand by me
as my friend
will you be
there until the end
will you be there
when it's time to fight
or be the one
who takes flight
it's time
for me to go
which will it be:
friend or foe
Happy Day
you know you’re happy
when you can say
“It's such a beautiful day.
It's great to have it this way."
when the sun shines
upon your face
and you've
done nothing
to have it this way
everyday
is a new birth
you have one more day
above the earth
to sit and watch the
children play
with tears in your eyes
you watch them and then say
“This is a happy day.”
Make It Go Away
I cannot sleep this dreadful night
for tomorrow will soon come
time to face the things I dread
things that I've been running from.
Run run run I run so fast
from the sins I hold within
from those things that are my past
tearing at my mortal skin
How can I make this go away
when can I see a brighter day
I hear a voice from far away
saying it’s easy my son just kneel and pray
When I Die
When I die
What will they say about me
When I die
Which of you will defend
me in the end
Who will say my life
was just a lie
When I die
All of you are not my friends but
Some of you will say
I was good and kind
Some will think otherwise
To all my friends I leave behind
Even all the enemies of mine
Of all the words I fear the most
They come from the Father
The Son and the Holy Ghost
To all who will discuss me and
Tell vicious lies
None of that will matter
When I die
How much do I love thee
How much do I love thee?
No, I won't count the ways.
I won't count the
weeks and months,
Nor will I count the days.
I'll only count the times we
Cried and laughed the night away;
The moments we walked
Hand in hand,
Starring into each others eyes.
I’ll only count the times
We shared the little things,
Like each others smile.
When people see us together,
Happy and filled with glee,
You never have to ask again
How much do I love thee.
You
I've never seen
your smiling face
or looked into your eyes
I've never heard
your tender voice
or laughter
when you rejoice
I really wish
to see you
I really, really do
until that day
comes true
I'll just
imagine you
Forgotten soldier
He fought for his country when he was
Younger.
Braver.
More heroic.
Bolder.
He fought through summer heat
Even when it grew colder;
For all the fighting he's done,
He's a forgotten solider.
Yes, he got shiny medals,
From his days of battle glories;
Now he’s not so young,
As he tells his war time stories.
Sitting in silence on the side of his bed,
His body is much, much older;
All he has are memories past,
He’s become a forgotten soldier.
Crying from within
People look at him
When they pass him by
Thinking he looks angry
But they don’t know why
Some people say he looks sad
Some say he looks real bad
No one offers to be a friend
Or say a kind word
Or make a friendly gesture
But here he is without
A single friend
No one to talk to
No next of kin
No beginning or ending
To his quiet suffering
No end to his
Silent crying from within
poems copyrighted by Freddie Fowler
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