Best Beamer Poems
Four years ago today
9/11 rang in our ears
Our Nation still cries a river
Into a sea of tears
Patrick Driscoll 70, was retired
Jane Folger 73, retired as well
Toshiya Kuge was a student
When the Twin Towers fell
Husbands and fathers
Todd Beamer 32, Jason Dahl 43
Alan Beaven 48, joined them
On United Airlines flight 93
Donald Arthur Peterson 66
And his wife Jean 55
Were proud to be Grandparents
They perished side by side
Mark Bingham 31, a businessman
Edward Porter Felt 41, would travel
Mark Rothenberg flew that day
When it all began to unravel
Joseph Deluca 52
A son, brother and close friend
Held on to Linda Gronlund 46
Until the very end
Nicole Carol Miller 21
Kissed her boyfriend at the gate
Christine Snyder 32, newlywed
Neither of which knew their fate
Deora Bodley 20, was a youngster
Honor Elizabeth Wainia 28, a daughter
Sandy Bradshaw 38 was a wife
What a senseless slaughter
Thomas E. Burnett Jr. 38, husband
Georgine Rose Corrigan 56, a mother figure
Cee Cee Lyles 33, was a wife and mother
Can now only be seen in pictures
Deborah Welsh 49, wife and good friend
Kristin Gould White 65, someone’s mother
John Talignani 74, Jeremy Glick 31
They were both fathers and someone’s brother
Waleska Martinez 37
Was a daughter and a sister
Andrew Garcia 62, husband and grandfather
Earned him the title of Mister
Richard Guadagno 38, “intense friend”
Colleen Fraser 51, someone’s sibling
Christian Adams 37, a husband and daddy
You can hear the angel’s sing
Patricia Cushing 69, an Aunt
Lorraine Bay 58, a flight attendant
William Cushman 57, was a construction worker
Into the field is where they were sent
Wanda Green 49, mom and daughter
Lauren Grandcolas 38, sister-in-law
Hilda Marcin 79 was someone’s mother
When the world began to fall
Louis Nacke 42, a son-in law
Along with Leroy Homer 36, a husband
Donald Greene 52, loved camping
With his brothers he called friends
So above you see the names again
Of the hero’s on United Airlines flight 93
We remember them today, four years later
For what they did for you and me
APRIL KERSEY-STRONG
9/11/05
Categories:
beamer, history, people, husband, wife,
Form:
List
Dear Todd,
Thank you for saving so many lives in
Washington , DC.
A true American, you!
It’s heroes exactly like you.
Who make me so proud of this land,
As I stand under the red, white and blue!
“Let’s Roll,” you told your team!
As your stormed the cockpit, full of our
enemies, a nightmare, not a dream.
The terrorists had to fight your scheme.
Those devils crashed it into Shanksville.
And thus, saved DC, it stands there still!
We do not understand your strength.
We fear being patriotic at any length.
We are not thankful for your deed.
The country forgot freedom is but a seed.
I pray this country is once again, whole.
Where we, like you, do the right thing,
And with your braveness and courage, say..
“ Let’s Roll!”
With thanks, from my red,white and blue heart!
Panagiota Romios,family and friends
9/11/2022
Categories:
beamer, america, character, courage, leadership,
Form:
Rhyme
I loved it very dear
A unique find it was
I drove it very far
Without any fear
Driving was pleasure
Travelling in, a pride
Its presence a delight
That many saw in awe
It was a fairy in white
Darting across milestones
Skimmed on Highways
Carrying family to places
Safely, surely and quickly
It sped with grace and gleam
It made many turn heads
To see it in motion, a poetry
It was a beauty to behold
To possess, though, it was dear!
Yet I saw it drown, in my house
When floods came by; untold
I had to part with my luv, my BMW
Considered as next only to my wife
Whatever lovely association ended
And my Beamer suddenly disappeared.
Categories:
beamer, best friend, car, creation,
Form:
Ballad
His mother left him as an infant
Only one place that he could go
Into the arms of proxy keepers
From foster home to foster home
He always got along with others
It always felt like family
But just as soon as he found brothers
A car pulled in and they would leave
He had one memory with his mother
Rocked back and forth in track marked arms
She said your better off without me
I'll pray you never come to harm
Time went by fast, the seasons passed him
Inside the carousel of care
And when he turned eighteen they gave him
A welfare check and one way fare
He found a job as a custodian
Inside a local boxing gym
But soon his cleaning days were over
When their best coach set eyes on him
He had a spark somewhere inside him
That made him stronger then the next
Became an outright scrap machine
And his opponents were perplexed
The world didn't pay him any favours
But toe to toe he won respect
He started cashing in the thousands
For every fight another cheque
He hired a lone investigator
To find his mom some way somewhere
And when he learned where she was living
Got in his car and drove right there
He said it cannot be this dump
And put his car right back in drive
But just before he hit the pedal
He heard a woman scream inside
Ran like a demon, kicked the door down
Met by the voice of some big goon
Who said,
Whats wrong now?
You a customer?
Did one of my whores steal from you?
He gave the gold strewn pimp a warning
And said I'm going to count to ten
If you don't want to go to sleep
Give me my mother Evelyn
When she was safely in his Beamer
He took her to his downtown flat
He said I know your life is awful
My mission is to change all that
And when withdrawals came with cravings
She cried inside one of his hugs
She said, lord help me, I abandoned
This angel sent here from above
That angel left wrapped in a towel
Placed with a note inside a crate
Had cried for her, not for his own self
The one that he had come to save
Categories:
beamer, age, baby, betrayal, birth,
Form:
Rhyme
Use a sledgehammer to crack a nut
Use a howitzer to blast you butt
This was the rule of Timmer
He was a creative beamer
Put fire to his hut in imaginative smut
Categories:
beamer, fun, nonsense,
Form:
Limerick
Where I live is in between
A memory and a dream
Walking a tightrope each day
I light my self on fire
And take a big box
And head down Main Street
The weasels in the front of Bill’s Cafe
Love it, spewing hate and spit
And laughing at me because they don’t know
What I know
I know the truth
The cold hard dark truth
Yes I have seen the burning bush
I have stood on the mountain
I have heard the words of Martin Luther King, Jr.
And I too have a dream
I have dream that one day a man
Will not have to live in a box on the streets of Bogota
The slums of Shanty Town will rise above the sewage
That the stench of death on the road to the Congo
Will rise over our heads and blow towards the lands of freedom
Once the west has felt and seen the pain our brothers are in
We shall as a people, as a nation, as a world rise up and crush the inequities of
Poverty and prejudice and cast off the yoke of oppression.
I see that day as clearly as I see the dream of the ancient God’s
They will crumble at our feet and we shall walk upon them as Jesus
Walked on water.
Come one, come all ye sinners for Jesus is a trick on the weak and faithful.
The men of the cloth need you to believe.
Don’t fear the truth because you will never know it.
Trust in me for I will save you.
Now how about a bit of money for your savior?
Kneel by the alter, supplication
Come boy help your Father
I need the box you see for it is my home
I live (if you call it that) on the streets
Of America’s home towns
I’m on the corner of your cities
The greenbelts of your suburbs
I am the coyote of humanity
And I am coming to take apart your lives
Limb by limb, bank account by bank account
Your debit cards and credit cards can’t buy my loyalty
I will disembowel your nuclear family
And leave you wishing that your Beamer
Wasn’t bloody red
I will wash the streets with your sin
And then I will go back and live in my box
Alone with my dream.
Categories:
beamer, dark, metaphor, political, prejudice,
Form:
Free verse
I saw something yesterday let me
share the news
Put things in perspective and gave
me the blues
This is the story and it’s all I know
Don’t judge my writing if it don’t flow
I dude the other day rented a beamer
A poor boy with no toys
Always wanted a rich man’s
screamer
He was driving through town and
said Ah oh!
He was driving to fast
And pasted a Poe poe
Soon in the mirror blue lights
flashing
He was scared to go to jail for what
just happened
Part of him knew to pull over
But going to jail was his fear
He mashed the clutch
And threw it in third gear
A little boy woke up and said what’s
the rush
After he just left the poe poe in the
dust
Said don’t worry just go back to
sleep
But damn boy the car is sweet
Going 125 and approaching a curve
Hit a deer and lost control
The car flipped over 14 times
And one third
He woke in the ambulance
And asked “where’s my boy”
I had to say all we found
Were empty beer bottles and toys
Categories:
beamer, death, education, faith, fear,
Form:
ABC
HERE'S MY TWO WEEK RESIGNATION.I RESIGN FROM THE POSITION OF BEING HELPLESSNESS. THIS POSITION HAS CONDITION ME TO GROW A BACKBONE,MADE OS STAINLESS STEEL.
TO STAND UP TO YOU AND LOOK YOU STRAIGHT IN THE EYE TO ANOUNCE THAT I'M MOVING OUT.HERE'S THE KEYS TO THE BEAMER AND THE LEXIS.I PURCHASE A CAR WITHOUT PAYMENTS.I GOT A PLACE OF MY OWN.
YOU'RE TO BUSY CHASING MONEY.
YOU FORGOT ABOUT ME. GREED REPLACE YOUR WIFE AND BEST FRIEND. YOU DESIRED THE MATERIAL THINGS. I DEMANDED THE LOVE OF MY HUSBAND. YOU CONTINUE TO FILL THIS MANSION WITH MORE AND MORE THINGS MATERIALISTIC THINGS...
THESE THINGS HAVE BECOME YOUR GOD THAT YOU HONOR AND WORSHIP. YOU'RE A SLAVE TO ALL THESE THINGS THAT WILL SOON CORRODE AND FADE AWAY.TRYING TO FILL A VOID AND PACIFY YOUR HURTS WITH THESE MATERIALISTIC THINGS. THESE THINGS DID NOT BRING HAPPINESS OR GIVE YOU PEACE THAT YOU CRAVED FOR....
YOUR PRORITIES ARE SO TWISTED BECAUSE OF THESE THINGS.
Categories:
beamer, education, introspection, life, people
Form:
Free verse
It was like a
Circus arena
The arrival of
Hurricane Katrina
Coming down on Us
like Ike did Tina
Merely, plaguing Us
with emphysema
Which couldn't be cured
by FEMA
So, what were We to do
with No redeemer
Except to keep dreaming
like SELENA
Leaving Our Loved Ones to
put on the high beamer
When JESUS, Our Souls,
did subpoena
Categories:
beamer, natural disasters
Form:
Dramatic Verse
HERE'S MY TWO WEEK RESINGATION
WITHOUT RESERVATION.I RESIGN
FROM THIS POSITION OF HELPLESSNESS.
THIS POSITON HAS CONDITION ME
TO GROW A BACKBONE MADE OF STAIN-
LESS STEEL. TO STAND UP YOU;
LOOKING STRAIGHT IN THE EYES TO
ANNOUNCE I'M MOVING OUT. HERE'S
YOUR KEYS TO THE BEAMER AND LEXIS.
I PURCHASE A CAR WITHOUT PAYMENTS.
I GOT A PLACE OF MY OWN. YOU'RE
TO BUSY CHASING MONEY.YOU FORGOT
ABOUT ME.GREED REPLACE YOUR WIFE
AND BEST FRIEND.YOU DESIRED THE
MATERIAL THINGS.I DEMANDED THE LOVE
OF MY HUSBAND. YOU CONTINUE TO
FILL THIS MANSION WITH MORE AND
MORE MATERIALISTIC THINGS.
THESE THINGS HAVE BECOME YOUR
GOD THAT YOU HONOR AND WORSHIP.
YOU'RE A SLAVE TO ALL THESE
THINGS ;THAT WILL SOON CORRODE
AND FADE AWAY.
TRYING TO FILL A VOID AND PACIFY
YOUR HURTS WITH THESE MATERIALISTIC
THINGS.THESE THINGS DID NOT BRING
HAPPINESS OR GIVE YOU THE PEACE
THAT YOU CRAVE FOR.YOUR PRIORITIES
ARE SO TWISTED BECAUSE OF THESE
MATERIALISTIC THINGS.............
Categories:
beamer, confusion, education, family, husband,
Form:
Light Verse
Note to the many enemies of democracy:
No need to force upon us uranium enemas
just billow a tiny bug into the neon lungs
of our bumbling- deeply divided cities..
Sit back and have a few Molotov cocktail giggles
and some giant panda bear laughs,
as we brawl over soap and toilet paper
curse god under our sparkly covid masks-
No need for mall slashings or pressure cooker bombs
Just plant a few wolves dressed as lip stick lambs
Have them silence opposing opinions with racism chants-
Watch the media spotlight a mad dog shooter and a rogue cop
to them democracy is a demon and only worthy to rot-
No need for new age Luftwaffe or Stalinist migs
to brain spray our safe spacing- I pod junkie kids.
Just fill institutions with naive freebie magicians
intolerant-contrarian-purple headed-anti Christians.
Watch them brand capitalist pig deep into the skin
of the hard-working WOMAN AND MAN...
as the elitist beamer their way to their fine gated homes
No need to invade us with a billion red atheist,
just buy a cheap blowhorn armed with
"Separation of church and state".
lord doesn't Satan love a red loyalist hater...
it's so easy cleaving god from the courts and schools
to hobble our freedom of religion and good faith..
One final note to enemies of democracy:
Lady Liberty may be battered and cornered
but in an instant can switch from beckon to blowtorch
and the eagle is bloodied but still has its teeth
WE THE PEOPLE have always rallied together
to serve up a beat down to all of the beasts-
Categories:
beamer, america,
Form:
Free verse
timing is everything
time now to say it,
had 11, 77, and 175
had what you had,
been shown what you saw,
heard what you heard,
told what you told,
they'd have done
what you did
still, no matter
self-destiny is
inherent in us all,
most apparent in you,
oblivion faced with fear,
but still faced...eyes open,
outshines dark hatred.
10 after still brings
deep sorrow and pride
© Goode Guy 2011-09-05
for:
Christian Adams, 37
Lorraine G. Bay, 58
Todd M. Beamer, 32
Alan Anthony Beaven, 48
Mark Bingham, 31
Deora Frances Bodley, 20
Sandy Waugh Bradshaw, 38
Marion R. Britton, 53
Thomas E. Burnett, Jr., 38
William Joseph Cashman, 60
Georgine Rose Corrigan, 55
Patricia Cushing, 69
Captain Jason M. Dahl, 43
Joseph DeLuca, 52
Patrick Joseph Driscoll, 70
Edward Porter Felt, 41
Jane C. Folger, 73
Colleen L. Fraser, 51
Andrew (Sonny) Garcia, 62
Jeremy Logan Glick, 31
Kristin Osterholm White Gould, 65
Lauren Catuzzi Grandcolas, 38
Wanda Anita Green, 49
Donald Freeman Greene, 52
Linda Gronlund, 46
Richard J. Guadagno, 38
LeRoy Homer, 36
Toshiya Kuge, 20
CeeCee Ross Lyles, 33
Hilda Marcin, 79
Waleska Martinez, 37
Nicole Carol Miller, 21
Louis J. Nacke, II, 42
Donald Arthur Peterson, 66
Jean Hoadley Peterson, 55
Mark David Rothenberg, 52
Christine Ann Snyder, 32
John Talignani, 74
Honor Elizabeth Wainio, 27
Deborah Jacobs Welsh, 49
Categories:
beamer, devotion, history, loss, people,
Form:
Free verse
If I were to count my blessings:
My dogs, (real cute),
Content mostly, (but no loote),
Love what I do at my job,
Happy I'm not a snob,
Don't get sick much,
Have an artistic touch,
Love my new place,
Always have had a pretty face,
pretty athletic, (I'm glad that's genetic),
Not much of a dreamer, (though I'de like a new beamer),
I have good taste,
and know how to not waste.....
Categories:
beamer, life
Form:
List
Light the torch
Up the conditioner to 9
lotion on the double
We're baking HOT these times
Fan is high
body sleeping
Still to sweat
It is hard to cool off by
All the commotion
As we swim the waves to beat the heat
Uncle Fred and Aunt Sally
Taking us in their beamer to the beach
1000 people
baring few
feet in the water
and then TIME TO GO HOME
Old x'ers such as myself
keep inside to stay Oh! calm
Heavy Metal Heads
Rock and roll mosh pit
getting tan and hotter
That's where their energy is at
Mr.Kool Aid
knocking at my door
asking this:
HOW 'BOUT SOME HAWAIAN PUNCH?!
9:00 at night
85 degrees on the face
there is not a breeze within my door
HEATWAVE tomorrow
and then some more!!
Categories:
beamer, funny, seasons,
Form:
This Land Is My Land
By Elton Camp
The chief in wisdom sits in his ancestral home
There he will stay. Never more will he roam
From the forest his sturdy house he has hewn
With all of nature in the most harmonious tune
In his native tongue he speaks and writes well
Of the buffalo, deer. and open sky he does tell
The tawdry things of the earth all pass him by
To follow the outside world he doesn’t even try
TV, computers and Internet are nothing in his eyes
He expertly reads coming weather from the skies
From the herbs of the field he finds needed cure
To a modern doctor he never has to draw near
Even Social Security the chief doesn’t need
For nature fills his wants without any greed
He is surrounded by children and loving wife
And has everything he needs or wants in life
But it was today I was surprised to hear him say
“Son, drive the Beamer to Wal Mart right away.”
“This cheap junk I sell to tourists has run out
They will have more at a good price, no doubt.”
Categories:
beamer, funny, nature, nature,
Form:
Rhyme