As the smoke clears
From your television screen
Your wallet feels light
It makes you want to scream.
To buy a new car
Or to buy a new home
You need lots of money
Deeper in debt and alone.
It is not easy
To navigate this life
You have no savings
And everything is tight.
But it costs more
To survive every day
When will it end?
I’m referring to the pain.
Everything costs more
Groceries or gas
Banks charge more fees
How long will it last?
We common people
Have no say in the world
So we must know our place
And rely on our ‘pearls’.
School grinds on. It seems like hell.
Last day, then summer, and we're free.
An angel sings, rings the school bell.
We race down the street with glee -
so, begins three months of fun.
Let's play baseball. Let's climb a tree.
Riding bicycles in the sun,
Will this season end? No - never -
dreaming of that special one.
Oh, to be there now. However,
summers never last forever.
Shall our neighbor to the Great White North
become our fifty-first state?
To be proudly crowned their eleventh province might prove a better fate
Fresh air, clear lakes and grand vistas not to be beat
Maro-O-largo/Maple Leaf Hotel would make such a grand winter retreat
Call me a Tory turncoat if you must and I'll heartily agree
Oh Canada, my Canada, I'll stand on guard for thee!
~ IN MEMORIAM ~
innocent lives, lost
nine-eleven, Towers fell
we shall not forget
bodies never found
by God, were not forsaken
souls, heavenly bound
sad, September day
our universe, indeed mourned
stillness all around
Karma lapped me
for the eighth time
[possibly nine]
slapped me on the
shady side of life...
Left jagged streaks of black and blue
up and down the flanks of my false pride.
I thought I was playing in a sandbox, but in fact, it was the heart of God...
Time has turned into ticking scars.
Every year on one day in September,
we bear a duty to recall.
We were afraid merely to watch that day,
let alone to live through the despair.
From around the corner and worlds away,
we heard that fear and love go on the air.
They fought evil with what could be found,
in their hands and their collective soul.
They fought terror with comfort in sound,
calls to home and voices to console.
Tears fell on either side of many phones,
last words and hopes were sent both ways.
Their stories are told in proud and choked tones,
each one adding to how much the day weighs.
The pain we feel in calling it to mind,
as a sliver to those who were bereaved.
They have no choice in leaving it behind,
so nor should we of this charge be relieved.
Ever on we must strive to remember,
the day the two towers did fall.
Sky dimly lit by crescent moon
That itself clothed mostly in shadow
Yields little light
On those battlefields which
One hundred years ago
Run red with bloody rivers.
War is not deserving of poetry
But the lives of young heroes are,
Death ought not have it’s praises sung
But the courageous acts
Of fearful boys should be told
In tomes with guilded edges.
Today at the eleventh of everything
When no more bullets sang
I will still this heart that beats
In a nation still free
To thank those who found strength
To leave their home
To defend its definition.
one thousand at the eleventh hour
They come from afar
through seasons bitten by frost
across a mountain's pass deep in snow
shout they all, " holy holy save us god"
"wash our sins away, free us from the damned”.
they dip into our well for healing
catch each trembling drop upon
crying supplicant lip, "holy, holy save me,”
"the end is nigh,”
"we hear the hooves cracking"
see the signs even in the daytime skies.
prostrate, rich and beggar charm the grotto
with promises of money or servitude.
monks and priests alike solemnly dash
a throng of fear with blessed water
scooped from a barrel behind the basilica.
R-ising sun starts to shine,
O-bliterating the cold night;
X-factor is the brightness,
A-llowing you to be in sight.
N-ew dawn begins to break, eliminating the twilight;
E-arly light brings gladness, setting everything aright.
M-orn has just broken,
O-ffering a thousand thrill;
R-aindrops have turned
I-nto warm day that you feel.
L-et the flame fill your heart,
L-et the breeze ease your mind;
A-llow the beacon to leave each and every mess behind.
L-et the wide sky shower
E-very blessing to remember;
R-emain firm and faithful
I-n early eleventh
O-ctober.
eleven thoughts on the eleventh day.
January
white crunch blankets
bare bones clack
as wolfwinds wander.
sun
absentee landlord
mummified in clouds
sheds white lint.
snow angels
line our street
wearing little children feet.
now begins
time stilled days
stretching into distant Spring.
sound cuts the air
shattering
ice filled thought
children,
exotic birds
flit down our road
colour darting
over a blank page
bird song
welcome life
on muffled
windless days
2a.m.revelers
weekend nomads
roar through
my hibernation
sleepus interruptus
damn.
nature must be dreaming
lust filled moments
she moans and whimpers
roars and sighs
through January skies.
old ash tree
felled by gusts
of September
you are welcome
on my hearth.
woolen socks
for your itch
I thank you
on my January toes.
D-awn eleventh of April
E-ndorses a million mirth;
M-orning sunlight warms
Y-our great day of birth.
N-ew dawn eleventh of April
O-pens the wide skyway;
V-ile weather has vanished
I-nto the dark or gray.
C-herish the Tuesday beacon,
I-t brings a thousand thrill;
O-pen your eyes and see the dawn eleventh of April.
S-eptember eleventh day
H-as made you feel better;
E-rasing the things of the past,
R-apture replaces the bummer.
Y-es, September eleventh day has brought a thousand thrill;
L-aughter of the big event removes the night cold chill.
M-ake September eleventh day
E-liminate the dark shadow;
N-ew morn starts to break,
D-awn denies the sorrow.
E-arly light causes much joy, as the eventide is walking out;
Z-one of flame is burning, bringing warmth without a doubt.
A-s September eleventh day
N-ullifies the coal black cloud;
S-un has begun to shine,
E-mitting his rays so proud.
L-et your birthday become
M-eaningful in your way;
O-pen your life to enjoy September eleventh day.
I-n September eleventh morn,
A-nother day warms the moment;
N-ight cold chill is gone,
N-ew dawn delights the
E-vent.
K-ind weather will remain
I-n order to please you;
Z-estful season will stay
U-nder your beaming view.
N-ice clime comes shining to bathe you with light;
A-fter the rain stops falling, the sun gleams so bright.
B-irthday's big celebration
E-ndorses complete cheer;
L-oneliness steps aside,
G-ladness and joy do
A-ppear.
P-ure delight is brought,
A-s pressure walks away;
C-omfort, fun and solace
A-re erasing blue or gray.
M-irth and much pleasure
A-re caused when you were born;
R-apture retains its smile
A-t September eleventh morn.
Sirens lament, a September song
Echoing sadness of memories so strong.
Prayers for the souls of those taken away,
Thoughts for the families, in our hearts to this day.
Evening came early, the night stayed long.
Morning started so bright, but went tragically wrong.
Blue cloudness skies, the sound of a plane
Eternal reminders bring that day back again
Remember it all.
Emergency crews, just ordinary guys
Laid their lives on the line as hell rained from the skies
Every last one of them selfless and brave
Valiant heroes with one aim-to save
Each one forever remembered with pride
No hearts left untouched by the many that died.
There's no lasting hope as the world now remembers
Heartfelt wishes that peace could from those embers.
~He's In All Thats Great and Good~
(Eleventh Power)
When I wake up enjoy what I can today
In worship spend time with God thank Him for all
He gives plenty of blessings to me and you
Praise Him all the time and seek him when I fall
Feel his love today and try walk in his way
He'll protect you always you dont have to crawl
When we put God in our life stronger we'll grow
Under his loving care then our souls will glow
Just have faith and stand in Jesus tall and strong
Devil try block way and bring you only wrong
But with God we defeat evil sing love song.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2012
January.13.2016
~Author's Notes:
The "Eleventh Power" is a poetry style created by Christina R. Jussaume.
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