Best 911 Poems
The falling man, one photograph captured in time
An unforgettable image, imprinted on this mind
He represents us all, weather we like it or not
His faith did not kill him, destiny was his lot
Spiralling out of control, once the planes hit
Acting purely on instinct, not champing the bit
Fire and terror stoked decisions, until overcome
Incinerating heat compels him, never did he jump
This was no leap of faith, Infinitely more than that
A transcendence into agony, he’s looks down at
I try to pen his plight, impossible as it seems
Of a world going mad, upon our Tv screens
I wish it was over quick, that fall to his death
Alas he suffered slowly, until the very last breath
I’m been brutally honest, won’t gloss over the facts
For we owe it to him, it’s with innate honesty, he acts
A picture’s worth one thousand words, some disagree
Falling man, gives nothing away, we can clearly see
My heart’s telling this story, his fall sets the stage
An immortalised snapshot of life, will never fade
For all other innocents, murdered that fateful day
If there’s a silver lining, it’s with confidence I’ll say
Your loved ones cradled you, as the towers fell down
Far across many nations, pain is felt inside every town
Sun and moon appeared together, purposely that morn
Heavenly bodies, bore witness to a new world reborn
And this occurrence, should give a tiny ray of hope
Not used as a tool of glee by Helios misanthropes
Below is a comments box will the Helios misanthrope set foot in it
not a cowardly chance
By
David Kavanagh
You walk through the metal detector
You look at me with a deep seated scorn
You loath that I made you remove your stuff
You had to take off your shoes belt and jewelry
You’re thinking “I’m no criminal or terrorist so why me”
I am only doing the job the government requires of me
I am not the reason you are harassed and had to partially strip
I do empathize with you seeing I have to do the same thing too
No one cares that I am a Screening Officer I am searched when I travel
The government says what’s good for the goose is good for the gander
You want to get mad at someone then look in the right direction
The ones who blatantly took the lives of our families and friends
Who took the choice of traveling to most places away forever
Who took the privilege of carrying most things on board away
The freedom to travel with our liquids and gels peanut butter and jam
Don’t blame me because I am risking my life to keep you safe
Don’t blame me for someone not caring about your fate
Don’t blame me for what Mr. Harper and Mr. Obama says
Or for what the UK says is their Standard Operating Procedures (SOP)
Don’t blame me I am just the messenger that holds many lives in my hand
To *key3
How bad can it get, don't ask me that question
I'm on the 97th floor terrified,
hanging from a window, gasping for breath
You want to know,
if I put faith to the test
On the phone to my wife, saying I love you please never forget
Bodies burst in the street below me, certain I am next
you still want to know,
if I put faith to the test
My throat has just been cut, on some passenger jet
Leading my ladder up a stairwell to die, drenched in sweat
You’re repeating that question,
if I put faith to the test
Searching through rubble, unsure if there's a fingertip left
Vaporised into nothing, just a photo for the bereft
Disturbing nightmares wake me, shaking and upset,
stop asking me,
if I put faith to the test
I go to Afghanistan, an IED rips open my chest
About to be beheaded in Iraq, as a warning to the west
Back on the 97th floor you ask me again,
if I put faith to the test
Do I agree with Guantánamo extraordinary rendition,
you bet
How about collateral damage, they posed no threat
Whatever it takes, this fate I'll never accept
I'm a civilian too, now I jump burning to death
This poem is to remember,
the 2,977 murdered innocents of 911
one Helios Bastard has already forgotten
and questions if their faith was put to the test
A room awaits the cowardly rotten pig
beside his pal Richard Reid in Florence ADX
They wear the same shoes
The (Tools) of their trade!
By David Kavanagh
I often sit and wonder why
People do the things they do
I am thinking of a day ten years ago
When heaven's population grew.
I can remember it like it were yesterday
For when i heard about it I cried
On September 11 2001
So many of our heroes died.
Our country who has gone to the aide of many
Took a terrible hit that day
Our enemies who caught us unaware
Took many of our loved ones away.
We watched these attacks in hopeless horror
And then watched our towers fall
But the love and pride that we each have inside
Made heroes of us all.
On this day ten years ago
When we thought things could not get worse
The devil touched a misguided people
Who delivered to us a curse.
On that day we died, we cried
We confronted the hatred and fear
But regardless of the hatred in this horrible deed
America is still right here.
We triumphed in ways that they never dreamed
Our heroes are all now in heaven
We'll forever stand tall as the greatest country of all
And always remember 9/11.
By Benjamin Macieo Davis
Theprinceofpoetry
September 11. 2011
someone stole my heart
ok I left it unlocked
with the keys in it
Cuddled in complacency
Assuring herself nothing will change
She is content
Personified oak
Wrapped in warm bark
Warm reassuring branches
Perfect husband
Happy children
Wonderful life
911 happens
To her
Tearing her limb from limb
Within The Trenches
911 Dispatcher Tribute
Nine one one, What's your emergency? Keeps replaying in her head.
When she lays down at night and she can't sleep instead.
Her mind keeps going backwards to when her heart began it's fall.
Memories of the other end the night she got the call.
She could hear a woman screaming, was it a husband and a wife?.
Then she heard the gunshot the night a woman lost her life.
There were many times before when on a call she'd wait.
But she prayed she'd never see the call that came too late.
Nine one one, What's your emergency? He said into the phone.
“I can't find my mommy and I think I'm here alone”.
He tried to reassure her and to keep her on the line.
One more family murdered there wasn't enough time.
So he lives his life these days beneath a blanket of the shame.
As he now bears the burden of his own misplaced blame.
The rise and fall of all mankind right from the very start.
Buried deep within the trenches inside a dispatchers heart.
Praying still with all their heart someday the world will see.
All that's taking place today is not how it has to be.
Like a ship safe in the harbor still subject to the fall.
Each day a brand new heartache as they're witness to it all.
Depravity in someones mind who's passions have run wild.
Buried in a shallow grave, now remnants of a child.
Haunted by what's taken place they never will be free.
As they wait for the answer to, what's your emergency?
Edwin C Hofert
September eleven, two-thousand-one-
dark age of homeland terror had begun.
If only I could change this horrid past-
alleviate deep pain from grief at last.
Three thousand souls were lost forever, then;
three hundred forty-three were brave firemen,
so many whom I'd come to know before,
when they'd stop by our fire equipment store.
Our county is just sixty miles away
from New York City, south of us, and they
would often live more north in New York State,
commute each shift- but many met their fate.
One family resided on our street...
that morning, he left home for Death to meet.
So many others we will never see
who purchased goods from us so faithfully.
For those who died, their bodies not yet found,
we gifted presentation helmets bound
to loved ones for those funerals then held-
such somber and sad days, unparalleled.
If I could change this past and turn back time,
erase that day of tragedy and crime,
my heart, with all the others, would rejoice
that these poor souls could live a life of choice.
Nine Eleven—a dark day lives of many workers were stolen away
Individuals worked all night; stayed; without seeing the light of day
Nose to the grindstone below floor level they labored productively
Effectively moving papers, stacks, racks, speedily and so selectively
Encouraged basement overtime; more taxes paid; they worked away
Loyal workers; dedicated to the cause; laziness to them—not a gift!
Earnestly they called home to say, “Honey I am working another shift”
Encouraged by those who stayed; coffee and donuts— no need to pay
Encroachment above they never did see as terror stuck during the day
Night’s darkness envelope the light; underground darkness of the night
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© Joseph Spence, Sr., 8/27/09
© All Rights Reserved
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Joseph S. Spence, Sr., is the author of "The Awakened One Poetics" (2009), which is
published in seven different languages. He invented the Epulaeryu poetry form, which
focuses on succulent cuisines and drinks. He is published in various forums, including the
World Haiku Association; Poetinis Druskininku, Milwaukee Area College, Phoenix Magazine;
Möbius Poetry, and Taj Mahal Review to name a few. Joseph is a Goodwill Ambassador for
the state of Arkansas, USA, a college faculty, and a military veteran.
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DIALING 911
towering building, dressed in pinstriped suit,
healthy, quietly dying. flying without web,
without wings. an abnormal workday,
smokes in the clouds. explosive wings
have penetrated upper office space.
God gazes out heaven’s window,
holds out his hand, ready to catch
each soul that lands on ashen pavement
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********Note:**********
This is a poem in tribute to Doctor Gearldine Stott at the Medical Center, Hampton, VA and her Nurse Hatton who has alway's stood behind me in my time of need....Also, my friend Steve, who is a funny and delightful guy!
When I was lost and alone
At the Veteran's Administration
Hospital,
Not too far from home
I needed a Medic
To stand by Me
I was so all alone
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The Lord sent me an Angel
He sent Her 'FED-EX'
Her name is DR. STOTT
SHE IS A DOC
The biggest baddest DOC
That the Lord has got....
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I was on my death bed
Fore I had just got back
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From talking to the Lord
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I' must have been there
All night.....
To remember how
Was hard
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Anyway
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I asked Dr. Stott
To turn on the light
She told me that it
Was on by GOD
You have lost your
Sight....
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Just sit there
You are going no-where
Tonight...
I was upset
Yet, I wanted to go home
To be with the Lord
That is why I am writing
This poem....
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You see
Dr. STOTT
Knew just what to do!
She called "ALL DOCTOR'S"
And this is true.....
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I know that being a patient
Isn't much, very fun
But if you are die-ing
Please call STOTT 911
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There are many thing's in life
That one can only dream
But, when the Lord come's
On the scene!
Then you know what
That mean...
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That if you need Him
He has got your back
And it your in trouble
Or just having an
"Heart Attack"
He will send you an Angel
And that is a fact...
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If I ever need an Angel'
Or ever need a friend
I call STOTT 911
She is a friend to....
-THE END-
GF
*******Note:******
Thank you Dr. STOTT
For being a friend to the end and back..again!
Thank's to the Lord's helping hand and my best friend
ELAIN HATTON and of course STEVE..
May the many gift's of the Lord be be-set upon you!
Look after Joe our mother said
We promised we would do it
She needed a break from all of us
And went out of town for a visit.
It was the spring of '93
The blizzard had ruined my place
So Sam was helping clean up my yard
Little did we know
We'd soon be red in the face!
I went down to check on Joe
He asked me to regulate his shower
I told him I'd do it later
And asked if he could wait an hour.
An hour passed, then two
We were busy with what we were doing
We forgot Joe needed a hand
And was sitting, waiting, stewing.
When I remembered to go back
I found it out of my power
For Joe had taken matters into his own hands
And was stepping out of the shower.
You adjusted the water, I began
Oh no Miss Emily
I could not do it myself
It was that nice policeman.
Where did you find a policeman
Out here in the sticks, I cried
Knowing in my heart something was wrong.
Easy Miss Emily, I figured it out
I needed help,
So I dialed 911.
I was horrified, afraid they would think us bad
For neglecting our uncle that fine spring day
Too busy to give him what he needed
Scared they'd take him away.
Oh no probem Jane
The man said when I called
We understand what happened today
Just tell Uncle Joe if he does it again
That out of his pocket he'll pay.
Our mother was not happy with us
But eventually thought it great fun
That Uncle Joe took matters into his own hands
And for help, dialed 911.
Poem 9/11
Believe me,
Just watching my TV
News Flash!! Skyjack!
New York City Centre,Jet Crash.
Check that.
News Call,Broadcast stall.
Drop the headlines!!
This is the new line
Look up on the Skyline
Flash,Bash,Crash
Right on the building top.
Biff Baff Heart attack,
On another line
Pentagon now a X a gone
Another plane drop.
Whats that?whats that?
Beam in on the spot.
Another streak across the sky
Sliiced another tower
Question asked.
Why,Why,Why?
Whats going on?Whats going on?
Another crash,big explosion
Switch broadcast over to Washington
Whats your impression? Whats your emotion.
Bystanders,commentators,confusion
"Whats your reaction"?
Can't believe my eyes J
Just as it began,I realize
This is an atrocity
Right here,in the heart of the city.
Terrorist attack.Terrorist Attack
Then the burning Walls a falling
Like crashing dominoes
Right to the ground.
Limbless,Lifeless,a giant fallen.
Armagadeon has arrived,without warning
CIA, FBI,Home Security Then the Guv
Connecting,Enquiring
Blaming intelligence,asking why.
Collate and evaluate
Then the appropriate reply.
Calling the president for a comment.
"What do you think of unfolding events"?
"WE will find the perpetrators one by one
Whether he is hiding in Iraq,Iran, or Pakistan.
We will call up the troops,assembly the galleon,
Then bomb them ,blast them Clean up their land,
Bring in new administrations,
Thats the plan
Fireman, Policemen,all on the scene
"This is total disaster,the worst we ever seen.
Engines,sirens,surgeons and volunteers
Combining efforts in a stream.
Such a nightmare, awful dream
But in the present, the on going theme.
Today I prayed to God and cried.
Thousands of innocent people have died,
by a senseless heinous act,
thats become an international fact.
Our country was violated by evil men,
who thought they had a reason to sin
against our people and our pride,
to die as cowards by our side.
Our airplanes crashed like plastic toys,
creating mass destruction and noise.
The towers ,tall, began to rumble.
On national TV we saw then crumble.
Our people are trying to understand,
how this can happen in a free land.
A land that has been a haven to all,
has fallen victim to someones gull.
I see fellow humans in terrible pain.
I wonder what the perpetrator had to gain.
Was it to injure our countries heart,
or to have terrorism, tear us apart.
Heartache and prayer cover our nation.
People are screaming for justification.
So many people helping each other,
working together as sister and brother.
Much was taken in a short time,
yet, more was gained from this crime.
We have become united as one,
realizing, what this tragedy has done.
Acts of kindness and heroism are our fate.
Love reins far stronger than hate.
Evil tried to grab a hold,
goodness previals, we will not fold.
September 2001