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This fire warms me, every bit of my soul,
Down at my regular local.
Sitting alone, all the thoughts in my head,
To ponder before they're made vocal.
And the menu for the night on the old chalk board,
Hot pasta, soup, oysters or a steak.
They even have treats for after the meal,
A meringue, ice cream or cheese cake.
Soft music wafts throughout the whole place,
Past pokies, dim lights, and horse races.
And of course, as the place fills with people from work,
It fills with the regular faces.
I sit in this seat, same time every day,
Just an old war vet of a male.
It's here i feel safe, my family of friends,
Sitting quietly just drinking my ale.
Oh, I remember...
A most painful anniversary. I'll never forget
Where I was that fateful September day.
I still vividly remember what I was doing
And exactly how I felt
When I watched in paralyzing horror
As the second hijacked plane hit the tower;
The cataclysmic impact,
Immediate;
Depth of heartache and pain,
Bottomless.
I knew America was under terrorist attack.
The imagery of billowing smoke
From the gaping hollows
Where the planes struck
The twin towers,
Unforgettable.
Watching trapped people
Who couldn't withstand the intense heat
Plunging to their deaths,
Unshakable;
Glued to the TV in such shock and disbelief
I could barely speak!
On that September morning in New York,
Thousands of everyday people,
Including brave firefighters
Woke up,
Kissed their families goodbye,
Walked out the front door never to return.
Their survivors left to deal with
The aftermath of their new reality;
Yet that awful, tragic day was also a day
Of courage and resilience.
Heroes made the last moments of their lives count
Aboard Flight 77; an impending attack
On the Pentagon, they thwarted.
Terrorists tried to divide us that day.
They failed spectacularly.
From the ashes, America rose like Phoenix,
Still united. 21 years later,
The pain is still fresh every anniversary.
The memory is eternally vivid.
The world hasn't forgotten.
We Americans haven't forgotten.
We will never forget.
Writing Challenge - X'd Poems Second Chance Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
Date submitted: 12/03/2022
N/A in Remember September Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Andrea Dietrich
Contest Judged: 9/23/2022 8:14:00 PM
Date written: 09/11/2022
Remembrance day is here again
The country pays it's respect
The veterans eyes show his pain
His head is bowed as he reflects
It's not just about the great war
Although this is where it started
Many other conflicts, mainly abroad
Remember those who have departed
There are many servicemen on parade
Marching with veterans who'd gone before
A Solemn day not just a masquerade
These guys and girls have been to war
So tell your children what this day means
It's not a carnival that it would appear
Explain that it's about loss off life
That it's OK to shed a tear
Remembrance day must live on
The story of the poppy retold
One day those soldiers will be gone
The poppy emblem will be sold
I hope that this never occurs
And our youth will keep it strong
I hope you read this and concur
Our history does belong
So this Sunday 11th of November
Go outside and see them march past
This is the time we remember
Fallen from the beginning to the last
From flanders fields to desert plains
These veterans deserve our praise
Our freedom is what was gained
As they walked through the smoke and haze
The younger veteran has also done his share
This we cannot forget
His actions in war he must bare
Thier stories untold as yet
When they are told you'll be amazed
At what they have seen and done
Opium plantations set ablaze
Your freedom and life he won
On the open fields across the river
Where the land is parched sallow
The patchy grass in cold quiver
When the freezing icy winds blow!!
The grassy fields have tales to tell,
Of heroes and the many dead,
Of blood, of flesh that painful yell
As they are felled by enemy lead!!
Man against man in evil spite,
Reasons why? They hardly knew!
Religion? politics? Who was right,
Knew not who, and why they slew?
In boats and floats they came ashore,
With boots and hat camouflaged,
Young guns, stayed close to the floor,
Fright On face and veins engorged!
This was a job they were paid to do,
They were trained to kill or be killed,
No time to think or fate to rue,
But get the given tasks fulfilled.
The ruling men had rolled the dice,
And blew the horn for this crime,
Their words were bitter, cold lies
Greed for power, earn more dime!!
The truth is known from eons past,
That no country ever has won a war!
No gain is worth the lives lost,
painful memories and battle scar!
Still battles rage on years on end,
Those ruling men with evil plans!
Not for values, morals to defend,
But to benefit their native clans!
Across the river on desolate land,
where memories hurt, eyes are wet!
Crying hearts await, a helping hand,
But history repeats, no answers yet!!
Since we replay the events past,
Many more tears may yet be shed,
In political rants, the truth is lost,
And for a greedy few, many are dead!
Can we ever end these terrible pains!
And learn to understand the inner soul?
From love and peace there’s much to gain!
Shouldn’t that be Our life’s goal?
In honor of Remembrance Day and those that serve.
Tour of Duty©
I awaken from a fitful sleep
One where slumber was not very deep
The night before after counting many a sheep
My eyes closed and they did meet
A dream was had that made me sneep
You and I were there in a jeep
As I mentioned another tour you said nary a peep
But in your eyes I capture “what the bleep”
We both know the long stay at an outkeep
The enemy would be nearby and they are prone to creep
The sacrifice again would require a big leap
Is this a mistake or am I being wheep
Once again into our love my duty does seep
For a promise I knew I could not keep
Is the price for going to war really this cheap
The returns not guaranteed and the climb out steep
Or maybe we need to stop and make a clean sweep
And throw our relationship onto the scrapheap
Hearing those words make us both weep
For a promise I knew I could not keep
Andreas Simic©
Go to the wall and read the names
Go to the wall and stand
Go to the wall and shed a tear
For those that saved our land.
Stand by the wall and read the dates
Stand by the wall and cry
Stand by the wall and realise it’s now
That men and women die.
Trace your finger on a map of the world
Trace your finger on stone
Trace your finger over your heart
For we don’t fight alone
Tell them it’s not just history
Tell them of our sorrow
Tell them it’s still happening now
Sacrifice for our tomorrow
Go to the wall and wear your poppy
Go to the wall and pray
Go to the wall and shed a tear
For war won’t go away.
Tricia Lucas-Clarke
30th October 2017
The National Memorial Arboretum is a national site of remembrance at Alrewas, near Lichfield, Staffordshire,
On those dark quiet nights,
I hear the voices that keep me up,
As I remember that day so long ago.
The promise we kept,
That we would never forget.
I look to the skies,
Searching for our star,
Our star that only belongs to us.
We made a pact, a promise,
On that night to remember,
Those who never returned.
I remember as we held them,
We told them your going home.
We promised we would never leave them.
We would bring them home.
I hear the soft footsteps,
Behind me on the beach,
I turn as my tears fall,
Expecting to see the final six,
But I see our whole company.
We see the star shining brighter,
Than it ever has.
We sit on the beach telling stories,
Of our fallen comrades and,
Those days of yesteryear.
The families walk up, hugging us,
With love and appreciation.
We toast our brothers and sisters,
Families and friends,
As we laugh and cry,
We will always remember,
Them dearly on ,
This day of remembrance.
Take a quick notice sir
Was my mother that was disturbed?
Or were the ones who swept her away
Were they the ones who were insane?
No wait I have more to tell
Yes I will keep it out of hell
With my eyes as you were told
I saw them still a child’s soul
To where you ask I cannot say
For there I was not allowed to stay
For those who swore that I was wrong
Had kept me jailed all along
So please sir I ask for your quote
So I may retaliate on all who spoke
Spoke their words of unjust laws
Then punished me for their flaws
So please sir but another moment of your time
Here’s my payment forgive me for its all in dimes
Pardon me sir but it’s your job
To find the ones who have been robbed
Is this a lie I will try and prove
But the judges here won’t let me move
Some judicial fraud they said
Then what’s the truth is all I beg
Pardon me for I do place blame
On Only the thief who is insane
And the advocates who hands are still
Claiming rights to all your quills
Yes I’m sure their hearts are true
BUT WHAT HAS LUST DONE FOR YOU
Pleadings
Lorraine Aldredge Peterson Dedicated to DCSB of America
I should embrace the thought of Karma,
that positive aspect that could change me,
instead I rely on my irresistible Charisma
which sparks the friendlessness in me.
I'm more than a kind-hearted man when it
it comes to helping others by lending a hand;
I am the universal believer of honor and respect,
of diversity and equality; I can be anyone's friend.
These traits were instilled in me by kind people,
who had endless faith in God and smiled at life
even when they faced the most challenging struggle;
in the land of brotherhood and continuous strife,
my people preserved their identity and great culture
that the invaders envied them for their ampleness of wisdom,
for the richness of their land, so they usurped their kingdom.
Never being ashamed of what I am and being that light,
I have found my self-worth in loving and compassionate eyes;
and they deserve the right to abundance, and when it's scarce,
they compromise by singing from windows and balconies...
believing that those doing harm are punishing themselves
for envying what they possess: the extraordinary strength to fight.
I lament the decay of institutions, I revel the concept of a rebirth
of the Mezzogiorno* that can put real gold in their empty hands,
but this image is a deterrent to go forward and be productive;
perhaps in my lifetime, I will not see these changes, it's so elusive
to look away and not consider that this society deserves self-worth
and embark on a journey as their forefathers did in these rich lands.
* The Mezzogiorno ( Southern Italy ) is still a colony
of Northern Italy since the Unification of Italy
in 1861. King Vittorio Emanuele II ordered a genocide of all the rebels
who opposed his government and that included their families. They were called Briganti ( lawless ). The Italian President Napolitano refused to honor them
with A Remembrance Day, and yet he honored a king who ordered the massacre of thousands of innocent people including Neapolitan and Bourbon soldiers.
An Ordinary Tuesday
An ordinary Tuesday
Alarm clocks wake sleepy heads
Breakfasts eaten in a hurry
People rushing to get to work
Traffic jams, buses running late
Flights to catch, flights delayed
Children entering their classrooms
Teachers ready to face another day
Moms having another cup of coffee
Errands to be run, meals to be planned
Lunch dates to be arranged
Just an ordinary Tuesday
The sun in a cloudless blue sky
A hint of autumn in the air
Trees thinking about shedding their leaves
Birds on their migratory journeys
Squirrls and chipmunks scampering
To find the first acorns
Just an ordinary Tuesday
Firemen,EMTS, policemen
Doctors, nurses, and ordinary people
go about their day
A President listens to second graders
reading their favorite books
Just an ordinary Tuesday
until the world changed
Evil roared to life
on that ordinary Tuesday
Stealing lives,stealing calm
Stealing the peace we all knew
But on that ordinary Tuesday
As the world shed its tears
Our country came together
And pledged to never forget
That ordinary Tuesday morning
When the world changed