It was a clear beautiful sunny day
Not a cloud in the sky
I was at work in midtown
2001 was the year
It was terrorist near
Uncertainty on every turn
Lessons to learn
Passenger planes being attacking bombers
No suspected as it was like a thrilling action movie
This was real and no act
Downtown NYC was like a war zone
Who would have expected known?
Devastation that took place
Ashes and smoke aftermath waste
Multitudes of people that were running for their lives
It looked like the end of the world
Many died while others survived
The thought of it could have been me
My name could have been on the memorial for all to see
The World Trade Centers stumbled down
It’s an impact me because I was supposed to work on the 96th Floor of Tower One
The company never called because they felt I was overqualified
It was a reject but a blessing that stands out
Again, a blessing for sure and can’t ignore
Heaven gave me extra time to live
Heaven’s grace watched over me
Thankful and uplifted
Never forgot and never will.
To yield is to merge.
For merging require the act of yielding.
Then in the lanes of speeds.
Part of the right lane worlds.
If you going form right to left.
If you are going from left to right.
For the duty of the right is to merge.
For the duty of the left is to yield.
Therefore merging is also yielding.
To avoid said collisions.
So in which lane are you driving in?
so little time we have to express ourselves, our feelings left behind in poems
BLANCHE NOMINATION
NOMINATION VACATION
STALL AT THE STATION
Mend the fences they will say,
give forgiveness as you pray.
Is there a smile in the suns bright ray?
Maybe I do not want a pretty flower bouquet.
I think you should be on your way,
fly out of my life like a blue jay.
I do not want to mend this fence today,
you bring me clouds of gray.
I want only a happy day,
make it fast with no delay
I have never seen clouds move this fast.
as if they are in a death to the loser race.
If today was a movie I would suspect someone used A.I.
but this is mother nature, the elements, God’s hand.
These clouds are purposefully moving to the northeast.
in clusters of grays and pristine whites, a tinge of pink.
working my imagination into a frenzy.
Life fly by. Faster and faster each day. You wish you could slow down the speed of time but you can't slow it down. You know your time is coming soon and yet your fate is set. You can't stop it from happening. You feel such deep despair and sadness. You think it's unfair that this can't be brought to a stop, and that you come back and away from death's door and back into this life's world. You wish you had longer, than you did with the people that you cherished and loved so deeply every day. They will always remember you and they will never forget you. They will always remember the days when all of us had fun together. You pray to him every day, and hopefully he'll hear those loving words and memories.
Falling rocks like love
and friendship can go down fast
what a disaster
Saying, I'm sorry
giving out much needed hugs
crush the rocks to sand
Day on the levee
The fast lizard flies through sand
He dives in cool hole.
driving in a fast car
the wind whipping threw my hair
the pounding of the music in my ears
singing along with the music
pretending I can hear myself
my eyes watering because of the wind'
the road ahead
a silent reminder
that nothing good lasts
that life goes on
that the wind has to stop
the song has to end
why be afraid of it
all songs end
all roads stop
every morning begins anew
every time the sun comes out
it disappears back into the horizon
but the promise of tomorrow
is obsolete
To run past the last, is to overlap past.
That past everlasts.
You can't ever run too fast.
Everlap.
Fast or slow
no lanes for me
too much traffic
of hate and misery
for me is now garden paths
flowers, roses, blooms of spring
bees and butterflies
as humming birds sing
if someone says your garden may burn
my reply
if yours blooms and reaches to the sky
I will rejoice
only evil will cry
young men speed
let out a fast rage
aged do good deeds
both don't want a cage
The night rain cooled the following day, making it feel like winter. Climate change continues to wreck the weather, and spring days bloom in winter. Earthworm carcasses rot in drying puddles. Freshly cut grass soaks the air and drowns the lungs. A murder of crows pecks at the bloated insect bodies floating atop the grass. Their joyous caws echo across the overcast sky. The feathers on their swollen bellies gleam from my car's headlights.
"I'll have the 3-piece chicken strip combo with hot sauce, and a medium Cherry Coke." A crow waits below the drive-thru window.
"Here's your order." Medium Cherry Coke crosses the facing windows. "Than—" The crow strikes the brown bag and spills the order on the floor.
"Please pull around to the front, and I'll redo your order." The crow's laughter reaches the front of the building and follows the fast-food server back inside.
In this fast world, time is precious.
We rush just to get nowhere fast.
We run ourselves ragged to the edge.
Our little free time is spent recharging.
Sad, we hardly connect with anyone anymore.
AP: Honorable Mention 2026, Honorable Mention 2026
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