Emile Pinet Poet Quatrain

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This Abomination

The twin towers topped New York City,
symbols of freedom, they scraped the sky.
Hollow mountains reduced to pity,
but a nation’s dreams refused to die.

America suffered a hate crime
as the world watched planes pierce concrete.
And religious zealots swore, this time
the devastation would be complete.

Structurally slit, as with a knife,
fire melted through girders of steel.
And the impact of life striking life
made the devastation surreal.

Choking on smoke, with no escape found,
people lived out their worst nightmare dreams.
For desperate souls leaped to the ground,
their lives lost amidst the panicked screams.

Defining freedom’s ultimate state,
shapes the soul and heart of a nation.
And yet, Muslim clerics filled with hate
proudly praised this abomination.


(Quatrain)


8/2/2017

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Line Gauthier March 16, 2018 at 1:54 PM Tribute well done, Emile. Emile Pinet March 16, 2018 at 2:19 PM Thanks Line, your comments and encouragements are most appreciated my friend, Emile.

Kim Rodrigues August 3, 2017 at 10:02 AM Great write! Emile Pinet August 3, 2017 at 10:54 AM Thanks Kim, your comments and support are greatly appreciated my friend, Emile.

Joseph May August 2, 2017 at 5:16 PM A powerful write Emile... at times it seemed so surreal...Well penned Emile Pinet August 2, 2017 at 5:46 PM Thank you Joseph, your comments are always welcome my friend, Emile.

Heidi Sands August 2, 2017 at 3:54 PM I can't believe you put this in today. I am going through some old songs of mine that I wrote and played on piano and found the one I wrote about 9/11 Emile Pinet August 2, 2017 at 4:02 PM Thanks Heidi, you should post your song, I'm sure we'd enjoy it my friend, Emile.

Heidi Sands August 2, 2017 at 2:22 PM Very well written Emile. Emile Pinet August 2, 2017 at 4:03 PM Thanks as always Heidi, you're a good friend, Emile.

Arthur Vaso August 2, 2017 at 1:59 PM Great poem Emile, I couldn't have said it better myself! Emile Pinet August 2, 2017 at 4:00 PM Thank you Arthur, you honor me my friend, Emile.

Charlie Smith August 2, 2017 at 1:16 PM A great write Emile, I still think of the many nights I dinned at Windows of the World on the top floor, and I cry... Emile Pinet August 2, 2017 at 3:59 PM Thanks Charlie, it was a day that will always be remembered with tears my friend, Emile.

Dean Wood August 2, 2017 at 1:02 PM This is a great poem Emile. I still remember where I was that day. You have capture the event well and stirred a lot of feelings with this skillful write. -- Dean Emile Pinet August 2, 2017 at 3:56 PM Thanks Dean, I think everyone can remember that moment in time my friend, Emile.