Best Towers Poems
III
But, of course, I had no dizzying towers
To burn...only bridges; and they were torched
Years ago in the urgency of my direst hours;
Along with so many mighty battlements sacked,
Countless golden fields scorched...
Afterall -- it was the age of Bronze!
I should have well known that in the flight
Of birds, in each cold dawns pale grey light,
I would eventually come to see the unalterable
Fates of Wilusha's last Imperial Scions:-
Tottering precariously - on the brink -
A world in crisis! Then the elopement...
Did you not once stop to carefully think
It through? Giddied no doubt by bestowment
Of that accursed title; just as if it were the
Same giddying rush
You have experienced from the heady
Potency of a full bodied, Oaked Chardonnay.
The coy performance at being required to strip --
An inner excitement at your self's shamed
Nakedness! The obvious insincerity on display
When receiving an invite to dine at the gaudy
Little bistro; your hot skin noticeably flushed
With the delirium of wine; frequently
Pressed to partake of yet another glass;
There was, he casually said, much to be
Desired in a pleasurable rape. Her audible gasp...
As if, from that roadside window, she was
Suddenly staring out over the idyllic plains
Of mythical Arcadia;
His eloquent assurances artfully calculated
To lend themselves to a distressful behaviour.
A toddler builds a tower
Then he knocks it down with glee
And every time the fun’s the same;
That is a guarantee.
This type of play’s preparing him
For what he’ll face in life –
The highs and lows, the joy and pain,
The beauty and the strife.
The trick is to retain, with age,
The child’s determined view
That once his effort’s tumbled down,
It can be built anew.
But even if we can retain
That optimistic slant,
To laugh when things all fall apart
Is something we just can’t.
Twin Towers Fell
By Franklin Price
9/11/2018
Twin towers fell, a living hell
The day was apropos
Was a nine-one-one emergency
Setting the future we now know
The years, now seventeen, have passed
From that day, two-thousand-one
We've yet to see the ending
Of what that terror had begun
Although the action felt like war
No country was to blame
Terrorists had felled those towers
Our lives would never be the same
Our country since, has been at war
Fighting factions full of hate
That has permeated all of us
And our actions since that date
We're battle hardened, all of us
Our politics, now, make that clear
We've taken sides with attitude
Our enemy, is us, we're here
We soon must come together
Let fallen towers be our call
If we continue on as we are now
Like those towers, we will fall
If you've read this and believe it, please pass it on, in any manner you have available. We not only need to fight terrorism, we need to make peace with ourselves.
The butterfly princess thinks not of her caterpillar prince.
John G. Lawless
©6/18/2018
T wo buildings once stood tall
W hen one day they would fall.
I n the sky the planes flew
N ot knowing what they'd do.
T oo many people died
O n that day we all cried.
W hat happened no one knew
E xtreme anger just grew.
R emembering the fear
S o keep your families near.
TALL TOWERS AND DEEP WELLS
My love, come and feast on my two round mountains
whose perky tops are as dark as red roses,
and that are as soft and round as marshmellows.
They stand tall and erect as a giant tower.
Thy pleasurable tongue may be plunged into this deep well
where sweet nector is a neverending supply.
Luscious and delicious there is always a supply.
So when you need satisfying, come to these mountains.
On top of these mountains you will have great access to this well
and when you slide in, it's as velvety and as soft as roses.
You spread these rose pedals with your giant tower.
I melt under your touch as toasted marshmellows.
When you eat these delicious marshmellows,
you'll surely know that I have more than a vast supply.
Your length makes me think of a tall tower
and underneath your tall tower hangs two round mountains.
They bump against my well as gently as roses
and bring rivers gushing into my sweet well.
Your tower and mountains satisfy my deep well.
It's as though I'm filled with sweet marshmellows.
As you taste and feast you will realize I smell like sweet roses.
You must give and must supply and I must give and must supply.
Just remember to always come to these high mountains
Where my well is filled with marshmellows from your tall tower
Nothing is as firm or as tall as your tower
and when you're near me you seem to gravitate to my mountains and well.
With your tower in my well you gently kiss my mountains.
My dark red rose petals swell as you explode sweet marshmellows.
There is no shortage here but a great supply.
All of this love takes place in our bed of sweet roses.
What is more fragrant than a bed of roses
or more delightful than to be gently entered by a giant tower?
Knowing your length I'm sure you would be able to supply.
There's such an awesome craving in my deep well.
And only you can supply me with sweet marshmellows.
Please fill that longing and pleasure these mountains.
Come smell these sweet roses and drink from my well.
I'll play with and taste your tower and you can feed me your marshmellows.
For you have an unending supply which you can release on my mountains.
5/30/14
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On On
911 The
The Twin Same day
Towers Another
Were hit Airplane
By Planes Hit The
That Killed Pentagon
Over two Building
Thousand In The DC
People In Area and it
Just a few also killed
Moments Many people
Husbands Servicemen
Wives and Civilians all
Daughters working in
Firemen and The building
Police Men Another plane
And More! Crashed into
Devastation a farm field in
Destruction ! Pennsylvania
We will remember their sacrifices...... forever more....
The towers are gone, but the ash and blood still whirl around...
Gone but not forgotten is our mantra...
Our pacifier
Our breath for the next war.
They want to build a mosque in the shadow of our horror.
They say its innocent-a friendly gesture well intended.
A brick-and-mortar center for religion- understanding and tolerance.
But history suggests that they build over sites of conquest.
I say let them build.
The winds of wisdom and truth
will blow the sands off true intention.
I say let them build.
Let them taste our ash, manna, and brother karma
Over the hallowed ground of:
freedom of
speech
religion
Twin towers
that
can
never
be
brought
down.
Never
gone
never
forgotten
the
golden
chord
of
our very
existence.
Freedoms
of
infinite
purity.
Monotonous keyboards clicking
Redundant clocks ticking
Phones ringing, elevator doors swinging
Coffee pots brewing, vending machines spewing
Insouciant workers, carefree shirkers loitering
Clerks, secretaries previewing, managers reviewing
Visitors on stairs, in lobby chairs, lines queuing
Fate's dissonant chords o'er content hordes teeming
From Crescent's waning moon, spell of doom flinging
Across availing sky, a wailing strain is stringing
A portentous raven o'er torrentous swells winging
To his charted course, a venal force with guile clinging
Feral beast an imminent peril to prey quickly bringing
On the ethereal cusp perching, for crown jewel searching
Swooping down with force, beams from foundation divorce
Death's shadow in dust o'er screaming remnants streaming
Night's, palling darkness Day's ordained glint stalling
He rode in on a promise that built a frail
being a King to the North he tried
all kingdoms of heaven he did mount
to find the maidens hand which he knew
All kingdoms heard the wolfs yell
at the end of the long winter they did fall
the kings brother did fight with contempt
and danced and sang as the soldiers wept
He asked for forgiveness till all hearts cried
looking for the fair haired maiden he knew so well
a Queen she was to be made, on this very night
a promise was broken, said the knights of old
The young man, searched high and low
could not know the battles were plenty
at the Towers of Grey where the widows do lay
the fair haired maiden cries her last tears and prays..
Brooke Dyan 2014
The whole world watched
As they fell to the ground
A multitude was lost
Only a few were found
An unseen evil
Came from the sky
Innocence, the target
We're left asking why
Mothers and Fathers
Sisters and Brothers
All lost their lives
And so many others
He came from the east
With death in his heart
He thought he would break us
And tear us apart
It only made us stronger
When the Twin Towers fell
We trusted in God
They're screaming in hell
Come out of your ivory tower o maiden
And take a firm step on the ground
Feel the earth beneath your feet
Find strength in your steps
A newness of life can be found
Sheltered and cocooned for too many years
Have left your senses dulled
The mind-numbing repetitiveness of your days
Have long since stolen your smile
Where dear lady does your heart lie
Have your passions eroded away
Have you forgotten that inner child
That knew the importance of play
Your intellect is alive and well
Your emotions steady and strong
But the seasons you’ve spent in sleeping
Has made you deduce you are wrong
Make good decisions, make bad decisions
But make decisions
Love the right person love the wrong person
But love
Sing loud and annoyingly, sing softly and sweet
But sing
Laugh until you can laugh no more
But laugh
Speak truth even when it’s difficult
But speak truth
The part of you that needed rescued
Can only be rescued by you
So be the champion you’ve dreamed of
And may most of your wishes come true
February 2009
Their gold rush collecting slaves as slaying children ?
Write it in a note attach to his goat: we'll call father double talk
Back beyound her future with a green light glock: cannonball camouflage
Founders, of cannibal espionage ? Twenty leagues aneath the sea divulged his silver....
Pear tree here hear riptide's constitution Big Ben's revolution ? Robinson Crusoe's, evolution.
Twin towers
I feel their pain
They know my name
I've taken a swan dive
Off the conservatory
A hundered times
But, I never die
The Towers are my only friends
And I love them
And when the towers crumbled
To the ground
Tears fell
But, I remained
Because they are my identity
To which I must be true
There's lonely
They need me
I know their pain
I know their pain
They're me
The day before the
Twin towers died,
The skyscrapers cry
For love and mercy
People jumping
Through broken
Glass windows,
Falling down
Unto a sea of death
Who will listen
To their call
As hostage
Passenger jets
Crashed into
These steel walls
Making the
Twin towers
Tumble and fall
We could not
Put them back
Together, again
Evil exist
In this world
Still, we have faith
God shall
Deliver us from
All evil
On this earth
I know
God is working
Behind the scene
On this 911 call