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A wonder why?
What was the reason?
Beyond any reasoning
Remembrance of 9/11/2001
A day that was like yesterday, but unexpected
A past with the skies clear, sunny and true
Warning was on call with surprise
The former Twin Towers were attached
Two major Commercial airlines were used as missile jets
New York City and the entire world that was on caution
Onlookers petrified
New York City was terrorized
Yesterday with no purpose of a tomorrow
Sorrow still has no morrow
Closure always remembered
Today the skies spell hope
Heaven is the cope
Embrace the past with the moment of lives loss
Devastation ashes became risen
We are who remain have a reason and purpose to carry on
Remaining strong in togetherness
We are the chosen survivors enriched to stand
We can’t be stopped
Destruction is not our reward
Continuous striving
We are protected by a Mighty Fortress, the Lord
Terrorist thought they would win
They wanted our Soul’s to end
Heaven said, “I am the begin”
I am the Mighty that can
Wounds will never completely heal
Heartfelt in some family members and friends gone
Chosen few remain
9/11 always remembered
We are the unforgotten promises in remember
Even as we slumber
We have a reason to live
The loss being their sacrifice
Risen Sunrise and Sunset
Spotlights of living in divining hope
Everlasting
Soulful voices in the distance, always rise
I looked past the priest and saw auntie and grandma.
They were cuddled, holding each other up.
Grandma being Catholic was wearing her purple scarf.
Even though Daddy’s funeral was outside, a priest was here.
Auntie Maria was holding her red umbrella.
It was sprinkling, of course.
It always sprinkles during a D’agosto funeral.
Ask any D’agosto and they will admit this.
Behind my relatives I saw a younger lady bent over flowers.
She was touching them in a delicate, respectful, lovely way.
Marigolds and carnations. I thought I might see her face, but didn’t.
The priest droned on. He was trying to save us.
Everyone seemed to wear flowers today, lots of calicos and cottons.
I was wearing a plain black dowdy dress chosen by my mother.
I saw Daddy behind the flower lady. He waved before he disappeared.
I was only six but I have always remembered that last moment with him.
I never knew her as a big talker,
but to me, she was a very keen
observer and one great listener.
I have always remembered the 8 words
she said when sending us to the store.
She’d say, “Go in a haste; come in a pace”.
As a kid at the time, I never questioned what
she meant by those words. Like my siblings,
I simply listened to her, and away I went.
I didn’t know if she was trying to be poetic
or encouraging us to get the job done quickly.
But now I know that she was a great teacher.
To me, those 8 words have taught me lessons
in life. I have always heard that “Haste makes waste”
So, Grandma wasn’t telling us to hurry up.
In my departure, she was saying, "Get on with it; get it done”. And upon my return, she was saying, “Have a sense of order and precision as you return”.
I must say that as I look back over my life, I can say,
Thank you, Grandma, I did what you said in the way
you told me to. I had the initiative to pursue my
dreams; and with a sense of timing, order, and
organization, I got things done”.
cj07182015
Nostalgia is a longing for a person or a place that evokes happy memories. Its an
Oasis for the soul that harbors in the center of our hearts and draws us back to the
Safe haven of our most sacred places. It contains the pull of an all familiar feeling;
Territorial as a tug boat in the sea it has the ability to transport us without notice
Across the miles of our present, into the deep abyss of our past. It is often said that
Love is always remembered by the way it made us feel, and places by their scent;
Granny's peppermint candies and mother's garlic sauce, are two precious memoirs
I often go back to my first teachers and lose myself in recollection of home. It was
An era of youthful abandon. Golden days full of spirited living and so much love.
she liltingly spun smiling and singing
"You are my sunshine" waving for us
to join in
the pan dripped dancing tears on
the hot black stove where they sizzled and died
"My only sunshine" with a quick hug
her apron splattered with a thickening marinara -
summer's proud yield
the kitchen...was there another room?
dried curled wall paper near the stovepipe
exposed the decor carriages and princes of
yesterday Mom's childhood
"You make me happy"
the old black spaniel curled in the middle
nothing moving but eyes wary of
being tripped upon yet worth the risk
and perhaps a dropped meatball reward
"When skies are gray"
Worn linoleum exposed paths of time
the oak threshold proof
of welcomes and farewells
not really noticed by we in
our comfort of "now" not
thinking about our sunshine
being gone
"You'll never know dear how much I love you"
with a smile...always remembered
My silent melody
By Michelle Morris
12/09/2021
You were always the best of them:
Good and kind and true;
No one could ever replace
the essence of all that is you.
You were always the righteous one:
As good as gold and pure;
No one could ever emulate
such passion and allure.
You were always the one
that was there for everyone else;
No one could ever replace
your smiles, kind words and help.
You were always the life
of every room you walked into;
No one could replace
that energy, light and mood.
You were, you were and
are no more -
Now only memories are left,
such tearful mourning.
You were, you were,
and are always remembered -
Every single day in heart's
longing and surrender.
You were, you were, and
will always be -
You'll be forever
my silent melody.
© Michelle Morris, 2021
His legendary name will be immortalized
in America's books of history,
and his bravery and heroism
always remembered by us:
the biggest heart driven
by an immense generosity!
When rushed into the thick smoke,
his searching eyes shone
even brighter than the clear morning;
the danger ahead
could not keep him
from saving people trapped in strairways,
people who wailed and waited
in the tower's darkness!
He left behind an indelible legacy,
to let all see what he truly loved;
to inspire them with motivation
and he never was afraid to show affection,
or his unique side of humanity:
that's what he fervently believed!
John,even this total stranger
proudly calls you by name
for having been so brave;
a mother, a father, a son,a sister or friend
who didn't lose anyone, because of your deed,
remembers you in prayer:
and I, a total stranger,related by blood,
praise you in words that'll never grow old!
John,you may be invisible to all,
but your presence is still felt by us;
your handome sons and lovely wife grieve,
but their grief has turned
into something wonderful:
a duty that has been fulfilled
by your call and sacrifice;
a destiny willed by God!
If everyone judges an individual only
by what one has achieved in a lifetime:
you were one of the truest heroes of our time,
who has left his mark on this twentieth century;
and if anyone doubts you did all that,
your devotion can testify and reject that!
A Historic Event
Bright stars now ascending
The silken threads
Of your earthly footsteps
Shattered – broken.
And yet you still ascend
Through galaxies of midnight
Embraced by the One
In an eternal sun storm.
Your spirits ejected
Into a clear blue morning
Tumbling with stunned eyes
Entering an unexplored world.
As you rise in blinding fury
Your exploration spirits
Still leave guide map seekers
Yearning to touch unseen galleries.
Bright challenger stars
Tragedy engulfs you –
But, your legacy, ascending in courage,
Still rises – always remembered.
Challenger, ode to explorers
In lyrics of lose
Laments from all nations
Still rise to find you.
9-26-20
Dedicated to Challenger and her crew when the space shuttle exploded on take-off in January of 1985.
153 words
Contest: A Historic Event
Sponsor: William Kekaula
Walking becoming overcoming.
Orion becomes Jesus walking on water.
Trek trudge and stumble, taking it in stride.
Bearing a cross of torment and torture.
Struggling slogging shepherding,
slaving in blood mixed tears.
Walking through light and shadow.
Sleep meandering, dreams seamlessly
mingle with stumbling lumbering,
slumbering shamble, ambling ramble.
Roving roaming range, radius reached,
realms always remembered.
Walking the footpath through rainforest.
Sizzling amour fou ardor, fevered fervor.
Lascivious among the leaves,
captive to carnality.
Fleshly forbidden found only
in the taboo soil of impulses.
Walking in the aurora of first light.
Sprinting agape beneath spectral wavy prismatic sky.
Darting dashing driving toward a new day.
Racing rushing for radiant rays wrapping the horizon.
Igniting the dark, blazing the trail in a neonate morning,
advancing the awaiting adventure.
Walking with friends and lovers.
Parading promenading propelled plantigrade.
Globetrotting every continent, every consideration,
every awareness and attentiveness.
The common blanket sweeping overall.
Let the celebration of being begin.
The first time I saw Marilena
she was wearing a dull dress
under an ill-fitting jacket
and her hair was in braids
I got up early as I always did
To catch the school bus
For that long trek
So when lunch hour struck
It was my time to
Relax and sit back
Listen to the popular grade 7 clowns
Spiel their daily standup comedy show
It was the same day after day
Then one lunch
A side group
Invited me to join them
Of course they were the nerds
And Marilena led the group
She was interesting and strong
I liked her and it was tempting
Until I came across lazy four eyes
Who stared back as if
She needed me to entertain her
I just didn’t have it in me
I’m sure I misread her but I knew
They would have wanted
Something from me
More than just sitting
There on the sidelines
Being the wallflower
Not contributing and not being noticed
I always remembered that as a pivotal point
Where I missed the opportunity of seeing
Where Marilena and her group might have led me
And what challenges would have expanded my mind
AP: Honorable Mention 2021