In the tiny panel room, there’s a distant sound of thunder:
we huddle together, instinctively even though we are not acquaintances
two people caught in a small space while Armageddon happens around us
We exchange first names; I know this is the end
I have already seen several colleagues leap to their death
the woman has torn her pantihose; there are remnants of sash in her hair
her forehead has slashes of soot across it
I never expected this, I told her
an inner voice told me we had to get to a stairwell
We are 82 floors up! I argued. The voice was insistent.
I lift her with me, and force her to head down those stairs
It is dark and dreary. Evil is lurking around every corner.
My heartbeat has never sounded this loud.
That was 9-11-2001.
We are still good friends 24 years later.
September 11th 2001
Terrorist Islamic
Hijacked an airplane, suicide attack
A day will never forget
Two planes crashed into
World Trade Center
Twenty four years ago
Twin towers collapsed
Almost 3,000 died on 9/11
Tevevised globally
An invasion of Afghanistan
War is never ending
Destruction is 24/7
What is the meaning of this
Impacted changed the world
Surrounded by smoke, gasping for air
We lost 343 fire fighters
Put your arms around the world
Were always under attack
Another war
Heroes with blood
Millions saw the event unfold
Don’t forget this day
One day, we will meet again
In a radiant blue sky
9/11/25
A day
That I’ll always remember
A very somber DAY
A very sad day
A day to ponder
A day to wonder
A day
Not like any other day
A very unusual day
A day to pray
A day to say
A day of madness
A day of sadness
Oh! my God
A very crazy day
A day to respect the Lord
A day of hell
A day to hail
The Almighty
With respect and dignity
A day of outrage
A day to be wise and sage
A day of extreme confusion
A day of ebullition
A day to love your neighbor
Your brother and sister
We are all related by blood
We are made of the same mud
Let’s love each other
Mourn and cry together
We should not be killing each other
Let’s shower each other with love
Think and dream of a better tomorrow
Flee the nightmare and the sorrow
Hope is still alive
We will survive, we will survive.
P.S. Dedicated to America.
Hebert Logerie Friday, September 11, 2009
on September 11, 2001 as the World Trade Buildings fell
a precious baby girl was born to our family
I was struck at the time about birth and death
oh, it was a beautiful Autumn day
the sky a perfect azure blue
and leaves gold, red and orange were falling
and God painted us a baby . . .
____________________
September 07, 2022
Poetry/Free Verse/September 11, 2001 Baby
Copyright Protected, ID 09-1485-960-07
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Remember September
sponsor, Andrea Dietrich, Judged 09/23/2022
Second Place
You’re just watching T.V.
Then a horror you see
It’s beyond comprehension
“That can’t be … it just can’t be
Eyes should see things lovely
Not what they say that day
If we turned off the programs
Would the images … go away?
Some will never forget
The smells, the scene, that sound
Agonizing reality
Not all loved ones … would be found.
Not found, but they’re not lost
In God’s memory, they’re kept
For He has felt what you feel
And seen all the tears … you’ve wept
God understands your doubts
Your anger and your fears
Remember in the future
“He will wipe away … all tears”
Barbara Joyce Barry-Nishanian
September 11, 2001
September morning 2001, the 11th, I recall
The Twin Towers in NYC were standing tall
And all seemed right with the world
Until evil at America was suddenly hurled
Planes smashed into World Trade Center
Heroic responders bravely tried to enter
Another plane ripped into the Pentagon
While Flight 93 over Shanksville was gone
America irrevocably changed that day
As international terrorists had their way
I remember driving home through tears
That everything I held sacred in trust
Was being snatched up in a cloud of dust
Now, as I reflect some twenty years after
I still angrily hear al Qaeda's laughter
And I find it almost impossible to forgive
For they have altered the way we live
written September 11, 2021
Dismissing evil and good
Upright and smiling he stood;
Materialistically modern in mood
Filled full with rationalist food;
Denying inherent sin
Liberally enlighten within.
Dismissing evil and good
Puffed-up self approving he stood
Pursuing illusory appeal
With academic assumptions so unreal;
Denying inherent sin
So liberally enlightened within.
Dismissing evil and good
All-seeing,all-knowing he stood;
An idealistic ego
Coupled his elitist credo
Denying inherent sin
Liberally enlightened within.
Until a September morn
When his teachings lay shattered
Tattered,torn and forlorn;
One fell blow sacrificed his sacred cow
Leaving him,his philosophy
Just nowhere to go.
A RESPONSE
(Written Sept 2001 ) Year Posted 2007
"Thus Spoke Zarathustra"
proclaims the Dawn of Man &
The Monolith
From the ancient past
to the (retro)futuristic present
as the flying bone
becomes a satellite in orbit
Blue Danube waltz
serenades space:
the Pan Am space plane
gracefully docks with
the space station
Ligeti’s haunting polyphony
envelopes space:
Floyd visits
The Monolith on the
immaculately stark moon
Beautifully tragic
Khachaturian ballet suite
announces the Discovery’s
lonely mission to Jupiter
Bowman methodically unplugs
the homicidal HAL
as the psychopathic e-brain
sadly sings “Daisy, daisy…”
He enters the wormhole
in the Monolith orbiting Jupiter
travels through infinity
at FTL velocity
transfixed by the epic
irreal journey
And then finds himself in a
luxury hotel room
somewhere in the universe:
dying on a bed
he sees the Monolith
and is transformed
into a Star-Child
who floats toward Earth
What will the Star-Child
do?
The glorious sun rose that day,
But darkness was soon to follow.
Carnage was not far away,
As screams pierced the flaming sky
Buildings fell like stones
So many lives taken
On the wings of evil.
Charon 2001
by Michael R. Burch
I, too, have stood—paralyzed at the helm
watching onrushing, inevitable disaster.
I too have felt sweat (or ecstatic tears) plaster
damp hair to my eyes, as a slug’s dense film
becomes mucous-insulate. Always, thereafter
living in darkness, bright things overwhelm.
Originally published by The Neovictorian/Cochlea
Inspired by Gregory.R.Bardens blog this morning
warped minds and hatred
the massacre of thousands ~
hells fires awaits them
He died as he lived
Without making waves
Without fanfare
A simple man
A humble man
A loving husband
And devoted father
A man of principles
Of integrity
A dreamer
A macgyver
Determined
To live with integrity
And harmony
At peace with both
Living and dying
Ready to meet His Maker
Leaving with a promise on his lips
To keep over us a watchful eye
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology ~A SIMPLE MAN~ 2020
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Submitted on June 28, 2020 for contest IN LOVING MEMORY sponsored by REGINA RIDDLE - RANKED 7TH
Nine eleven heroes on a plane one day
Took Frodo's advice, and gave their lives away
In a selfless act, known to only a few,
They gave their bodies up, and became angels anew
When heroes step up and run in and save others,
They are showing their best, integrity taught by their mothers.
Their fathers can have some credit if credit is due.
Frodo's advice is sound, every day for me and for you.
What you give up, may be flesh and skin
But we are in a spiritual war, this world we are in.
To give up your life for the life of another,
This is truly the advice Frodo gave Sam, his spiritual brother.
I never felt sure
I knew it was possible
even probable
but how could I know
that she would come in winter
through the open doors
how was I to know
on the very first Friday
of the first new year
of a new decade
century, millennium
that love had arrived
SEPTEMBER 2001, 9/11 New York
(Dedication: To Those Souls Who
Left Us So Abruptly That Day. RIP.)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
In crisp refrain:
Feel so much pain,
Loss felt again,
Tears in sure strains.
Fate hits the face:
In that sad place,
A tragic space,
Anchors odd grace.
The world awoke:
Watched terror yoke,
Huge fatal strokes,
In dying poke.
Yes mind still sees:
Madness set free,
Harsh tragedy,
News on TV.
Hijack of jets:
Terror did set,
Crash wrought dead bets,
Tears beyond wet.
So much of pain:
Now surge again,
A nightmare plain,
So many slain.
Such grim horror:
Tales of sorrow,
On the morrow,
Sad strokes borrow.
Our human tears:
Outbursts right here,
In fatal fears,
Drowning all cheer.
Pictures now flash:
Glimpses still dash,
That fatal crash,
Towers turned trash.
Terror strangles:
Burns and mangles,
Fear now shackles
Our mad tangles.
Here and now see:
Can love set free?
Can hurt hearts be
A kind story?
Leon Enriquez
11 September 2017
Singapore
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