Routinely, like clockwork, like every morning,
I walk to my drive way and enter my pickup.
I start the engine and turn on the radio.
Immediately, horrific and unbelievable news.
I head off to work, not knowing what to expect.
I stare across the airfield of an airforce base.
Not the least surprised, airplanes are grounded.
I arrive at work in wonderment.
Our work highly depends on airplanes.
Today is a none typical 911 work day.
We are instructed to perform our normal
duties of pickups and deliveries, except,
'Do not take cargo to airport but report to
The yard at end of route'.
911
By Franklin Price
09/11/2026
Nine one one, two thousand one
A quarter century ago
Twin towers struck down to the ground
The Pentagon also
A third airliner on the way
To add more to the pain
Crashed In a Pennsylvania field
By the heroes on the plane
Innocent civilians
Too soon were laid to rest
The USA attacked that day
By terrorists, a test
Funded by the very rich
Who hated who we were
Making world opinion worsen
Anywhere it could occur
Now a quarter century later
We’re still responding to that day
We still have not recovered
From the ones who made us pay
We do not work together
Our great country torn asunder
The terrorists worked well that day
To drive us to the present blunder
GANDER NEWFOUNDLAND
38 PLANES HAD TO LAND
FOLKS GAVE A HELPING HAND
AFGHANISTAN, WHERE
CANADIAN TROOPS SERVED THERE
WE DID OUR FAIR SHARE
I was at work as a school counselor
in a grade school
in Kirksville, Missouri.....
my boss called me over to whisper about the twin towers
My husband has a badge that shows he was there on 9-11-2000, one year before
I was asked to tell the other teachers to NOT show this on TV to their students
Our school was third, fourth and fifth grade
One teacher got hostile when I asked her to turn the tv off.
She yelled at me that she would not turn it off.
She was from the New York area,
and she was showing this to her second graders
I had to ask my principal to go down there to get her to turn it off
She did more yelling
She was hysterical, I think she got sent home
I had no idea at that time how much worse it was going to get
I remember feeling total sadness and dread for our nation
Wondering if this was just a teensy bit of the terrorism that would be coming
Towering Urn of 911
ashes
scattered
Some crooks are dumb as they come,
these thieves should get what they deserve
as they won't go so very far
now they're done taking a ride
in the stolen Police car...
with, 'To Protect & Serve
Dial 911,' printed on the side.
When the judge asked them, 'Why?'
and stressed, 'It's best if you confessed.'
The wiseguys both admitted,
while facing five to seven,
(have you guessed?)
'We thought it was a Porsche,
a Porsche 911.'
My trainer said just one more
Now I'm stretched out on the floor
Helpless here flat on my back
Waiting for that heart attack
Someone dial 911
Now the end has just begun
I'm feeling weak as a pup
I don't think I'm getting up
I remember the day when the terrorists shocked
Our world. I remember that sad and dreadful day.
Two planes crashed like missiles
Into the Twin Towers in NYC; one hijacked
Plane hit the Pentagon, while another landed
In Pennsylvania and exploded: all aboard died,
Including the hijackers, the criminal imbeciles.
Thousands innocent people lost their lives.
I vividly remember that infamous day.
Thousands of people could not get away.
Millions of people panicked, millions cried.
I'll always remember that dark day, where countless lives
Were changed forever. Thank God that the number one
Killer is now dead. Thank God that other killers can simply run
And hide, since they cannot plan like that anymore,
They do not have the means to hurt us anymore.
The Almighty God is good all the time,
Even after being the victim of an egregious crime.
I will always remember 9/11,
Even when I'll reach ninety seven.
May God bless America!
May God protect America!
Hebert Logerie Tuesday, September 11, 2012
I have a neighbor who ties up 911
Complaining that a dog is barking
A person who is in dire need might not be able to get through
He might not be able to connect while they are still conscious
We have tried to explain this to her
But she is selfish, and does not put others first
Pete’s garbage can is still out.
There she goes to call 911.
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The heroes ran in as others were booking out.
Those of us who are not selfless do not understand.
We watch in disbelief.
Who would run in there?
The building seemed to implode.
It was like there was a bomb placed in the middle.
Not like it had only been hit by a plane.
People jumped to their deaths. Did they die before they hit the ground?
We had our TVs on, because we were terrified.
And fascinated. But why? What is fascinating about death and sorrow?
What is fascinating about murder and suicide?
We still have many questions and not so many answers.
The twin towers. New York City, September 11th, 2001
Many heroes stepped up that day. Heroes in New York and in the sky.
Heroes took US Airline Flight 93 down,
so it could not kill more Americans.
Those who are not selfless cannot understand
Our mouths agape,
we stand at maw and gape.
At once both strange and odd,
a lone spire aspires to replace
a solitary figure of twins,
reborn from dust and ash
on high, a rise and phoenix,
both monument and towering
testament of will,
lost souls in sole remembrance.
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*A hendiadys, or ‘one through two’, is a literary device for describing one thing as two, such as ‘maw and gape’ instead of ‘gaping maw’, ideally creating ambiguity as to meaning. Hendiadys is also often referred to as a ‘figure of twins’.
You’re my new addiction.
Tunnel vision got me spinning wild.
I don’t wear prescription,
But with you my thoughts are blurry, violent.
Textbook fashion.
Race through my mind.
Past the limit.
A ticket on sight.
Color is valid.
In their minds.
Our fingers are knotted together.
Eyebrows raised; they look so vicious.
Hear the chimes, sweater weather.
Cold like the looks that they give us.
Why they mad that we're together?
Just like them, I’ll play victim.
A victim of the fifteen letters.
The system of triple digits.
I emerge and see it all.
Afraid to make the call.
Who do you call when you’re afraid
Of the ones that hold the reigns?
They emerge and see it all,
But their eyes are laced shut.
Suicide rates go up.
Foaming mouth like a mutt.
Hands are tied in the front.
Bleeding out like a cut.
Hotline number, call it corrupt.
The system is bound to erupt.
From high a silent body fell,
another...then...another.
Someone's father...someone's
mother...husband...grandpa...
sister...brother.
They fell into the clouds
that day
caught by angels on
their way.
Can our tears be also
caught
to cement love what hate
has wrought?
A cloud of dust, and they
were gone.
A summer's day, a bitter
song.
We became those who
were lost,
brothers, sisters, differences
tossed.
Now, twenty years along
the road,
both good and bad have
been bestowed.
We've learned some things
from that sad day
we can find each other
but a smile away.
Today commemorates that awful day-
termed nine-eleven, twenty years ago,
when we, in shock, stood helpless in dismay
of what our eyes observed- that terror show;
planes downing our Twin Towers in that way.
So hard to comprehend those loved ones gone,
observing there or from our TV sets,
and praying that firefighters could bear on
to help, but later learned with sad regrets,
that hundreds gave their lives in spite of brawn.
The visions we beheld that dreadful year-
three-thousand dead- can never be erased.
Their families then left to persevere
without dear loved ones- prayed to be embraced
by faith in God to heal their pain and fear.
Today, our fears are bounding once again!
The Afghan warriors were just set free-
ending the war our soldiers died in! Then-
our weapons left behind that now decree-
more fears of future wars; not if- but when.
September 11, 2021
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