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We can never forget 9/11
We will forever remember such a date
A date that will live in infamy
A date that has everything in it:
Sadness, fire, death, destruction and bravery
Heroism, sickness and resilience, except happiness
9/11/2001 is a memorable and a daring date
That changed the world. Things are not seen like
The day before. We have a different perspective
About life and everything under the sun
We learn new ways of mourning, sighing
Fighting, of course new ways of being absolutely resilient
No, we will never forget this fateful day where terrorism
Became a new word. Everybody is talking about the death
Of so many brave first responders: firefighters, policemen
And many others who wear proudly their uniforms
We shall never forget 9/11. We will never forget 9/11
The sacrifices made by the brave civilians who had lost their lives
Are priceless. The eternal flame in our heart cannot be extinguished
We know that everyone in NYC and elsewhere will always
Remember how the world got shocked, stunned by these egregious
And deadly actions perpetrated by a bunch of sick cowards
9/11/2001 is a monument engrained in our brain which will live there
For a very long time. The memories of the braves are metastasized
In our psychic, no one can suppress them without killing us cold
"911" is no longer three numbers but a historic symbol like Pearl Harbor
9/11/2001 is now 18 years old.18 years of tears, fear, pain and suffering
We shall never forget 9/11. We will remember. We can never forget 9/11.
Copyright © 9/11/2019, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
I was at work as a school counselor
in a grade school
in Kirksville, Missouri.....
my boss called me over to whisper about the twin towers
My husband has a badge that shows he was there on 9-11-2000, one year before
I was asked to tell the other teachers to NOT show this on TV to their students
Our school was third, fourth and fifth grade
One teacher got hostile when I asked her to turn the tv off.
She yelled at me that she would not turn it off.
She was from the New York area,
and she was showing this to her second graders
I had to ask my principal to go down there to get her to turn it off
She did more yelling
She was hysterical, I think she got sent home
I had no idea at that time how much worse it was going to get
I remember feeling total sadness and dread for our nation
Wondering if this was just a teensy bit of the terrorism that would be coming
I remember the day when the terrorists shocked
Our world. I remember that sad and dreadful day.
Two planes crashed like missiles
Into the Twin Towers in NYC; one hijacked
Plane hit the Pentagon, while another landed
In Pennsylvania and exploded: all aboard died,
Including the hijackers, the criminal imbeciles.
Thousands innocent people lost their lives.
I vividly remember that infamous day.
Thousands of people could not get away.
Millions of people panicked, millions cried.
I'll always remember that dark day, where countless lives
Were changed forever. Thank God that the number one
Killer is now dead. Thank God that other killers can simply run
And hide, since they cannot plan like that anymore,
They do not have the means to hurt us anymore.
The Almighty God is good all the time,
Even after being the victim of an egregious crime.
I will always remember 9/11,
Even when I'll reach ninety seven.
May God bless America!
May God protect America!
Hebert Logerie Tuesday, September 11, 2012
911 Carousel
by Michael R. Burch
“And what rough beast ... slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?”—W. B. Yeats
They laugh and do not comprehend, nor ask
which way the wind is blowing, no, nor why
the reeling azure fixture of the sky
grows pale with ash, and whispers “Holocaust.”
They think to seize the ring, life’s tinfoil prize,
and, breathless with endeavor, shriek aloud.
The voice of terror thunders from a cloud
that darkens over children adult-wise,
far less inclined to error, when a step
in any wrong direction is to fall
a JDAM short of heaven. Decoys call,
their voices plangent, honking to be shot ...
Here, childish dreams and nightmares whirl, collide,
as East and West, on slouching beasts, they ride.
Published by The Neovictorian/Cochlea, Mindful of Poetry, Gostinaya and Scholasticus/Fullosia Press. Keywords/Tags: 911, war, violence, children, visionary, surreal, power, retribution, twin towers, terror, terrorism, east, west, dream, dreams, nightmares, error
morning
news on fire
planes and towers,
pentagon — we N E V E R
F O R G E T.
jumpers —
desperate,
hold family
in woeful reverie.
G O D S E E S
firemen
sacrificed.
smoke cloud chases
frantic New York City —
A T W A R.
mourning
two towers?
no - the deceased!
their kith and kin remain
A W A R E
sunken
ships of steel —
square grave fountains,
a perpetual flood —
D I G S D E E P*
9-11-2019
*to make a lot of effort with one’s resources.
In this case, it is a pocket of tears.
The heroes ran in as others were booking out.
Those of us who are not selfless do not understand.
We watch in disbelief.
Who would run in there?
The building seemed to implode.
It was like there was a bomb placed in the middle.
Not like it had only been hit by a plane.
People jumped to their deaths. Did they die before they hit the ground?
We had our TVs on, because we were terrified.
And fascinated. But why? What is fascinating about death and sorrow?
What is fascinating about murder and suicide?
We still have many questions and not so many answers.
The twin towers. New York City, September 11th, 2001
Many heroes stepped up that day. Heroes in New York and in the sky.
Heroes took US Airline Flight 93 down,
so it could not kill more Americans.
Those who are not selfless cannot understand
Fifteen years have passed
Since that fatal day
When terrorists killed 343
This is what it means to me
The people going about there day
Passengers flying on there way
Evil men take over the plane
Fly into the building thats insane
The losing of all those innocent
No way they can repent
I know it was done for their cause
But all its done is create wars
From this major catastrophe
Many people just don't see
people have suffered from nightmares and the loss of life
Terrorist should be locked up for causing all this strife
My heart goes out too those that lost
Family and their friends
And wish that this event could be labeled the means towards the end
They will not be forgotten
As it changed the world that day
Everyone feeling rotten
Hands in my head I pray
I am not a religious man
One thing I must just say
Look Mr terrorist take it
And please go away
The world does not need this trouble
It's been going on too long
To many people hurt in the rubble
Forget your radicalisation and move along
Rest in peace everyone
Affected by the act
Let's hope the leaders of the world
Can sit and make a pact
Oh! Who are you going to call;
whenever you're in serious trouble?
Our troubled friends when you need help?
(Just call upon the heavenly angels 911!)
Oh! Who are you going to call;
whenever you need them around?
If you really need someone to help you?
(Just call, just call angels 911!)
Just call upon the heavenly angels 911!
(Just call, just call angles 911!)
Just call upon the heavenly angels 911!
(Just call, just call angels 911!)
Oh! Who are you going to call;
in life and death situations?
Just ask Jesus Christ to send
(His heavenly angels 911!)
Oh! Who is Jesus Christ going to
send to take you heaven bound?
(He'll send His heavenly angels 911!)
(He'll send, He'll send his angels 911!)
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
February 13, 2013
It’s been 21 years since that unimaginable morning on the 11th of September…
and each year, on this date, we take a moment to remember.
Family members remember loved ones lost…permanently taken from their view…
The rest of us remember people we never knew.
Memories of their joy and laughter deliver some relief…
bringing with them a little comfort as they usher in our grief.
For it is precisely those memories of joy and laughter that spread out from each family member…
to those who were not born yet
and those who were too young to remember.
Memories of an uncle, a brother, a sister, a father or a wife…
that takes a person they knew…
or never knew
they lost…
and brings their spirit back to life.
“He was my best friend…I loved him.”
“She was smart and funny and wise.”
“You have your mother’s smile.”
“You have your father’s eyes.”
Perhaps it is each memory of a moment with a loved one shared
that help us through the moments without them…
when we’re sad, lonely…or scared.
Perhaps it is each memory passed from me…to you…to you…
that can make a person remember and miss…
someone they never knew.
Perhaps that’s why we take a moment every 9/11
to remember a day in our lives so contemptible…
so unthinkable…
so misbegotten…
so the lives of those we lost that day…
will never be forgotten.
Somewhere
In Remembrance of September 11
Somewhere…
A family is mourning 18 years ago, again
Somewhere…
An 18-year old is celebrating their birthday
Having never known their dad or mom.
Somewhere…
People are thankful they didn't go to work that day.
Somewhere…
We wonder about today?
Somewhere…
Somebody says goodbye for the last time.
Somewhere…
Somebody holds their newborn.
Somewhere…
A lady finds out she has cancer.
Somewhere…
A woman is a cancer survivor.
Somewhere…
A man finds out he has cancer.
Somewhere…
Another man finds out he is cured.
Somewhere…
Somebody lost a loved one
from disease.
Somewhere…
Somebody survived a terrible accident.
Somewhere…
Satan convinced someone God doesn't exist.
Somewhere…
Somebody shared the good news of Jesus
Somewhere…
Someone was saved with Christ’s blood
Acts 2 and Romans 6
Somewhere…
A teenager is dying from a drug overdose
Somewhere…
A teenager just completed rehab
They need someone to believe and support them again
Somewhere…
A parent is crying in prayer for their child.
Somewhere…
Somebody is laughing with their child.
Somewhere…
Someone lost their job.
Somewhere…
Someone received a new job.
Somewhere…
A child is being abused.
Somewhere…
A child is being rescued.
Somewhere…
Someone is contemplating suicide.
Somewhere…
Someone befriended another
Not realizing that was the hope he/she needed
Somewhere…
You had the opportunity to encourage another.
Somewhere…
Somebody encouraged you
Somewhere…
This poem will end.
Somewhere…
The circle of life keeps going.
Somewhere…
We all need a friend.
Somewhere…
We all need to be a friend.
Somewhere…
The greatest is LOVE.
Somewhere…
Is everywhere!
Copyright © Robert Moore 2019