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.
—————
*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
A September of embers:
Even though time in years have filtered past
The tears and sadness of that day will last
Friends, family members, or just someone we knew
Blood splattered faces, a sad thing to view
Hundreds of people running helpless and scared
The frozen faces from windows and the unprepared
America's laughter and smiles quickly faded away
A deadly sight on a horrific day
Innocent people, many come to mind
It seemed like that day last forever, frozen in time
The steel structures, concrete giants, fell so fast
The tall shadows in the city are a thing of the past
Buildings touch the clouds like tall mountain trees
Fell quickly like wet straw in a breeze
Never forget the sadness and fright we all felt inside
Looking for safety and comfort somewhere to cry
Remember this day as you look towards the heavens
We as a nation will never forget the day, and it was 9-11.
Copyright © William Pickard 2002
Oh! Who are you going to call;
whenever you're in serious trouble?
Our troubled friends when you need help?
(Just call upon the heavenly angels 911!)
Oh! Who are you going to call;
whenever you need them around?
If you really need someone to help you?
(Just call, just call angels 911!)
Just call upon the heavenly angels 911!
(Just call, just call angles 911!)
Just call upon the heavenly angels 911!
(Just call, just call angels 911!)
Oh! Who are you going to call;
in life and death situations?
Just ask Jesus Christ to send
(His heavenly angels 911!)
Oh! Who is Jesus Christ going to
send to take you heaven bound?
(He'll send His heavenly angels 911!)
(He'll send, He'll send his angels 911!)
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
February 13, 2013
Survivors
by Michael R. Burch
(for the victims and survivors of 9/11 and their families)
In truth, we do not feel the horror
of the survivors,
but what passes for horror:
a shiver of “empathy.”
We too are “survivors,”
if to survive is to snap back
from the sight of death
like a turtle retracting its neck.
Published by The HyperTexts, Gostinaya (Russia), Ulita (Russia), Promosaik(Germany), The Night Genre Project and Muddy Chevy; also turned into a YouTube video by Lillian Y. Wong. Keywords: survivor, survivors, victim, victims, family, families, 911, 9/11, terrorist, attack, terror, terrorism, empathy, sympathy, truth, horror, death, survive, survival , violence, pain
When you are in real trouble,
and don't know what to do.
Ask Jesus Christ to deliver you.
Trusting him to see you through.
Just call upon the holy name of
God's only begotten Son. Call
out angels 911.
Jesus Christ will rapidly dispatch
them to help deliver your
from the snares and temptations
of the devil. He has defeated
his adversary and yours,
Satan. The prince of darkness.
We do not worship them,
or bow down before them.
They are your fellow servants.
They are your ministering servants.
They are our waiters. We are
under their protection.
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
April 23, 2020
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