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The Wall
A near three thousand names called out that day;
now fifteen years, they've solemnized the date
so labeled Nine-Eleven, to now stay
within our memories as tragic fate.
But listening to names cannot compare
to heartache stirred by this museum wall.
The magnitude of faces smiling there-
their beating hearts now silent in this hall.
There seems to be no end to photos lined
on panels wrapped around the room; we grasp,
indeed, how many lost their lives- resigned
to shock, as each face comes to life, we gasp.
This Wall of Faces makes the list of names
seem weak in stirring deep emotion's hurt.
Instead of words, each captured smile remains
to let the viewer's horror reassert.
Those mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers too;
small children, grandparents, spouses, and friends-
their sparkling eyes that danced with life in view,
were closed forever with such tragic ends.
This Wall of Faces shares some history
with facts and stories offered on each one,
up close and personal, their lives to see-
so many hopes and dreams became undone.
October 22, 2016
Contest: A Historic Event
Sponsor: William Kekaula
Written, and Posted, October 2016,
for the 15th Anniversary of 9/11, (September 11, 2001)
a dark day in history- after I visited The Wall Of Faces -
9/11 Memorial Museum, NYC
pretty please...
wonder not whether
my love for you is
24-karat gold.
it is!
glittering
just like so in my eyes
each time i whisper...
"I love you"
softly into your ear...
foxgloves n o d
and blare their trumpets
and nightingales
sing into the breeze
for they know it to be
so true.
by now,
i must've told you so
a thousand or more times.
do believe my love
wholeheartedly
because....
to question how much
or second-guess it
would be to break
every piece of my heart.
darling,
you needn't ask for verification,
for my fingers write....
"I love you"
with each touch on your skin.
p l u n g e into my eyes!
don't you see...
the crimson embers
of my love in them?
you don't feel the warmth
of my smile?
to be sure there is
no room for doubt,
I'll reassert, yes, my sweet,
i couldn't love you more,
sincerely
There is a place where children stay
in a virtual Neverland,
where it's safe for them to play.
Happiness at their command
and broccoli that tastes like cheese
in a virtual Neverland.
Clouds that you can grab and squeeze
that taste just like marshmallows
and broccoli that tastes like cheese.
Lots of laughing funny fellows
riding unicycles and juggling balls
that taste just like marshmallows.
They giggle so hard they trip and fall
and they never ever get hurt
riding unicycles and juggling balls.
It's important that I reassert,
there is a place where children stay
and they never ever get hurt
where it's safe for them to play.
The mark of water is an empty void.
It washes clean.
It slips through fingers,
It has no cup, leaves no trace
For it is the primordial spark,
the fountainhead of life,
the matter and medium
that's within sustaining
all living things.
The watermark you speak of
is the scar of what lingers,
after water has been and gone—
the scum that clings,
the salt crust and sediment grit,
the shroud of dust,
the mildew of memory,
the rusted scourge of hope.
But the mark is not made by water.
for even it's echo
is unblemished, innocent, untainted,
leaving no fingerprints,
to trace back for blame or guilt.
After the touch of water departs,
or the maker brands an indelible stain
the aftertaste of water hardens its resolve
To reassert and stake its claim,
that the so-called watermark
is, in truth, the scar and smear
that water and time
can no longer wash away.
Mute
but immutable.
Unmoving, unmoveable;
timeless, yet tireless.
Solitary stalwart sentinel
surveils undulating horizon.
Aberrant, achromatic clouds
pock-mark the skies, as distant
rumblings herald his adversary's
latest gambit in their age-old conflict.
The wrath of a thousand crashing,
clashing, thrashing fists batter
against the beleaguered sentry.
Ceaselessly, remorselessly,
the maelstrom assails him.
But the foundations are firm and
noble gatekeeper stands steadfast.
Single-minded of purpose, placid
custodian morphs into combatant as
his luminous, voluminous blade carves
luminescent arcs through chthonic cloak.
Tenebrous tendrils wither and dissipate,
impotent under intense lambent onslaught.
His victory is only fleeting, as vanquished
foes are summarily supplanted by more of
their ilk in a seemingly continual surge.
Again and again, over and over, tormentor
presses the attack, exploiting any weakness.
Over and over, again and again, valiant warden
repels the barrage and despatches his enemies.
And so the pattern repeats endlessly, unabated,
as these eternal opponents jostle for position
in a perpetual cycle of aggression and defence.
Until eventually, finally, ultimately, the stale-mate
is broken; when Tempest's tantrum is tamed and
Blizzard's battalions have been banished, all is calm.
Tranquillity is able to reassert herself and order has
finally been restored; at least for the foreseeable future.
Obligations fulfilled, the triumphant Guardian can now rest.
Until the need arises again, until he's called upon once more,
he will wait patiently, watch diligently, in unflagging vigilance.
Forever resolute, a beacon of sanctuary, a symbol of hope, his is a
thankless task, but the Protector of Mariners will always be needed.
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(C) John C Michaels, 27 July 2017
For Eve Roper's "Lighthouse" Contest.
(1st Place)
Harbor Forgiveness
His uproar was clear and overt
damage our love in one spurt
wreck Twenty-Ninteen (2019) “Home Port” chert
My soul is deeply deeply burnt
Pure kindhearted intent converts
to mistrust dreadful disconcert
mom, dad overly protection subverts
son’s golden career –- ugly divert
Three against one was no flirt
Cruel heartbreak alone in desert
Heal my ache in bitter dim yurt
I’d rather curse pain than hurt
Why is it, when my heart is hurt
I’d give a sigh of high alert
Will our gentle courtship be revert?
Self-healing must reassert
Again, again forgive to unhurt
Harbor forgiveness free the hurt
Help with the struggles, man's faced with, in life on earth
As man learns life knowledge, instead of grasping worth
A passion to hold all that's seen, since his moment of birth
Is innate desire or thoughts, meant for direction not for girth
I find it ironic when man is compared to fish seen in a tank
To show greed's value, it's the larger fish that have the swank
Where man sees their struggle, in the fight for food and life
He fails to see expectation, the hope of surviving all the strife
Hope for a world at peace, not planning for war to unfold
Our future worth can't be seen in a tank, for it is uncontrolled
The expectancy in living, isn't calculated in the coins of man
You find it, seeing the children playing, riding in your minivan
Expectations may change, in your life's journey, here on earth
lost at times within depression, as sad feelings seek to unearth
Is an expectation of this verse to change minds or to convert
I only task all readers to think, expand this thought and reassert
Conversations, will help all reason, with trauma that's found in life
Giving men hope and an expectation, to survive this world of strife
*Image of Hope Member Feeling by Pixabay
AUDIO: Nuthin But A G Thang by Dr Dre & Snoop Dog
Hope
It begins
from depths within
unmeasurable plunging phantoms down
festerin' the grounds
Lingerin' up sounds
trace
sin
space
sing
Astir the Astros
call on the cosmos play-sures
endeavors
Psyche
assimilators consciousness
dabbles
Wake the dreamers
the unreal
the liars
The dream team
zookeepers senses that
it sucks as it pants in
suspense feeling
the zeal for
realism
Tangibles
hand-all with care
The Dreamer
Ahh! Wakes up now to form
just a tad late yet find I
brave and craving
Echoes from a conch shell
sounds of the see
voice articulates
to be alert and
reassert
Reach for the stars
else, no heaven be
simply permeate
and then create
the essence
It's dope when
one invokes!
HOPE ...
Loves and losses
revives
relived
rejoice.
2022 February 02
*1st Place*
A BRIAN STRAND INFORMEL
~~Brian Strand: Judged 2022 March 14
You're such a good and loving God to take such care of me.
Though I don't deserve it, still Your love is free.
You came into a barbarous world steeped in sin's corruption;
A world so vile it seemed to be bent on self destruction.
You laid aside Your Glory and disguised as a simple man,
You bravely entered in the fight to reassert Your plan.
You bought back all who are Your Own, You never flinched or wavered.
You spilled Your Precious Royal Blood to reinstate God's favor.
I wonder now could I withstand what You willingly went through;
And would again for just one man if e'er You needed to.
Could I ever be that brave? I don't think I could.
It's only You within me Lord. Only You are good.
when terror strikes so does love
disrupting lives, not all of us
heartlessness makes hearts go out
from evil air our love will sprout
try to break us then we’ll unite
try to take us then we will fight
divide our souls and eyes will cry
new bonds will form in those alive
the wars and battles we survive
for freedom is both you and I
give us mountains watch us climb
breaking hearts but never minds
the desert dirt to the valley floor
scar our flesh but not our core
whatever we face we endure
the desperate hurt time will cure
bring the rain and make it pour
we’ll reassert and reassure
life will reign as plants will soar
one fight two fight three fight four
we will fight and fight some more
believe in life the love is pure
a supremacy of which we’re sure
me in your heart you in mine
and nobody gets left behind
heed this message through all of time
love and peace for all mankind
weaken us you feed our will
we will love, they will kill
tomorrows sunrise happens still
when hate has died the love is real
we share the pain but we get up
we will remain and so will love