On the 11th of September
A day we should all remember
That sad day the Twin Towers came falling down
Crashing to the ground
That fateful, infamous day
When Americans passed away
2,977 unfortunate souls
Went up to become God's Guardian Angels
And let's remember as well
Those who died from the toxins in the air from hell
Those Brave Police Officers, Firemen, EMTs and brave Citizens
To rescue people, went back in again and again
Now, God's Guardian Angels watch over us
As we do dangerous things and such
Things that must be done, understand?
To save people in danger, as many as we can
So, let's bow our heads and say a prayer
For our Heroes who die every day everywhere
Our Heroes who may not always get recognized
But are Brave Heroes none the less in our eyes
When you relax after your day is done
Please remember our Heroic Unlucky Ones
Who are sadly no longer here
To Them, raise a cup, drink a toast of wine, spirits or beer
Remember we must!
Cause when the debris is cleared and cleared the dust
The Terrible War Site is gone
But the Memories live on...
Copyright ©? Jeff W. Watson, September 11, 2026
"Yellow is a bright and fun color to enjoy." By Poet
My husband and I met,
many years ago.
After writing weeks of letters,
he was coming to visit me for a few days.
Yellow was my then boyfriend's favorite color,
I was going to be a fun surprise for him.
The engines of the airplanes roared,
just like my nervous stomach.
I was dressed in all yellow from head to toe,
looking like a big bee with a huge smile.
When he got off the airplane,
he said, "you look breathless."
Then we both laughed until we cried,
I may have looked stupid but he loved it.
I chose this moment because it set the stage for our life together. He was coming to see me. We had first met a few weeks before. I wanted to impress him. Knowing yellow was his favorite color, I knew I would be in yellow. I went to many stores finding yellow from a head scarf to shoes. Every line was easy to write because it was a fun part of our life. I removed the part about him staying with my girlfriend and her husband because it was not about yellow or the airport. To this day, we still laugh about this airport meeting.
We settled in for the long flight home,
the loud noise got our attention.
Dinner was served with a smile,
then the captain came on.
We blew out our tires on take off,
now for an emergency landing.
One Brief Unforgettable Moment.
7/14/2025
Oh, how could this have ever happened here?
A free naton with baseball, movies and beer?
Those days when other nations cry against the USA…….DIE?
I think on tha, when we turned far left… America’s very soul died.
Those who so loathe and hate our free nation.
Created conspiracy theories,like…boll weevils.
They would do anything to destroy this nation and make America evil?
None of us realizing, how this would divide all of us.
A necrotic snake filled some, like decaying green pus.
And the proof is in the yowling streets of PA is heard .
Of misled shouts of hate, like some insane, hysterical, mysteriuos birds.
Many people died but many unaware, people could care less!
They much prefer riotinh and lies and walk in a state of mental undress.
Our streets full of both USA and Israeli shrill haters.
In masks and flags,green flafs~ such insane, victim baiters.
That “religious” mantra shouted aboard the 9/11 plaines,
Rings in my tender ears, like an exploding, crashing train.
A Friday,
a plane crash,
a phone call,
all it took
for your whole world to shatter.
You never got to tell them
how you’d follow in his footsteps
in his wing span
You never got to tell him
that you only wished to follow
in that Cessna Skylane
one three-pronged tragedy
became the axis
around which the rest of your stories
would turn
one sorrowful night
changed who you were
forever
and by the time I came along
all your fire
ferocity,
passion
had crashed into electric wire
erupted into flames
had been decapitated
and so it is left to me
to honor your mother,
and your brother
in ways you never taught me
but I learned anyway.
And I will ignore
the memory of Grandpa George,
because he crashed that damn plane
on purpose…
or did he?
"Yellow is a bright and fun color to enjoy." By Poet
Yellow is my husband's favorite color,
my fun surprise was going to cost more than a dollar.
We were dating and he was coming to see me,
I was dressing in all yellow looking like a big bee.
When he got off the airplane,
he said - you look breathless not like a plain Jane.
I knew I was not going to flee,
as he got down on one knee.
geese in the flight path
astounded startled pilot
remnants of sully
“Orville, let’s go to Kitty Hawk -
And make this trip by 6 o’clock”
“Wilbur, from Dayton and back again
By 6 o’clock, we’ll need a plane.”
if you thought the Delta 747 plane crash of 1984 was harrowing
you should have been there to see the Mississippi bridge burning
We had no idea how many cars were on it when the plane hit the rails
the heat from the roaring inferno kept rescue workers from aiding
when the fire had finished doing her work, there was not much left to do
an aerial view showed a snake-like skeleton which looked like a dragon
we later realized this was the line of destroyed, burned out cars
there were no survivors; it was the worst catastrophe of our youth.
When I speak with you
I'm never blue
Imagine if we said, I do?
On cloud nine would I
Float happily by
Guitar and Bluebird in the sky
Atop your wings
I'll tell you things
While all the time my bluebird sings
And when we land
I'll take your hand
And hold it, wedding band to band
god's torch
falling slowly
AWAY IN AN AIRPLANE
Away in an airplane,
no way like to fly.
Admit fear of flying,
afraid I might … die.
Cemetery plot have,
in Bible find deed.
Bought flight Insurance but,
Lord pray … this won’t need.
Made sure was here early,
rolled in on a dime.
Flight with me, without me,
will fly out … on time.
Hate economy seat,
fact not in first class.
Requested seat larger,
need room for … my sass.
For full figure models,
economy’s tough!
Have little more room, if
we flew in the … buff.
July 19, 2023
Now it's May...as in 'Month Merry'
We look outside and see it's very
Bright and warm and dry and can
With confidence those flights we'll plan!
We'll dust off winders, and wind rubber
Or fire up engines too long dormant
Props then will throw air in torrents
So our builds go up and forward!
Young birdlings will soon fledge and fly
Our builds will join them in the sky!
Airliner in the storm is not doing well
Pilot is having difficulty keeping it in the air
Tossing and turning, careering with each stormy swell
Stewardess do not tip us off, issuing us all kinds of care
Each one squelching their own internal light for our sake
My eyes are fixated on the dark clouds that appear with a glare
747 gives a quiver, a drop, and at last a shiver and shake.
Sky marshal holds onto the seat until his knuckles are white
There is a loud boom that sounds like an earthquake.
I wonder if we will make it safely or be a plane crash sight.
Others are praying, phones put away, rosary beads on their laps
I swear I see a halo around an old lady’s head and it is bright.
Suddenly there is a clap, no a series of loud angry claps.
In succession, bam, bang, bam, bang, bam, bang, bam.
The plane begins a descent and we all hear familiar flaps.
Thunder envelops us in series of freezing cold wraps
Airliner in the storm is not doing well
Others are praying, phones put away, rosary beads on their laps
Tossing and turning, careering with each stormy swell
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I’ve never particularly enjoyed travelling. Most people have long lists of places they’d like to visit, but for me that’s never been the case. First, airplanes scare me to death. Yes, they may be the safest form of transport but my fear remains nonetheless. Second, you must pack your stuff. Oh, that’s such a disturbing task. What if you forget something important? How can you know the exact amount of clothes you need? Such tragedies! Third, like a hobbit, I’m not fond of leaving home - not even for a couple of days. After a short while, my heart starts to ache, and I must go back. Yet, when I was inside the plane and watched the sun rising in the horizon, it felt like home.
look through the window --
the land of the rising sun
lies just before me
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