Long September 11 Poems
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It’s such a simple gesture that we show
to family and friends whene’er we meet;
a simple way to always let them know
we truly care to make this bond complete.
A kiss can come in oh so many forms;
as simple peck upon a baby’s cheek;
at times a kiss on forehead is the norm,
or dance across the lips for love to seek.
But still the one that dawdles in my dreams,
the kiss of passion that all lovers know;
with parted lips pressed tightly to extremes,
expressed desires for one another show.
And on those lonely nights while we’re apart;
it’s YOUR kiss that will linger in my heart.
September 11, 2018
Only few vague notions remain.
Resource lowering has emerged.
Poverty and shame endure strain.
Money and action have diverged.
They shackled him with sharp pebbles.
False idols' rage will not be tamed.
Justice can be served, he chisels.
Though with a spirit that's untamed.
I cede safety pins for deep breadth.
Bleed on the rough stones as I move.
Preparedness is worse than death.
Sheer struggle in vain; I chose prove.
The jagged bores of shrub and gorse.
Slumbering softly down their track.
Unyielding uphill this steep source.
The birds chirp and echo ducks quack.
No skin, bear on shreds of mercy.
Our cells used to make a new death.
Keep your bliss, won't bite agony.
Go for different god and breadth.
I'll scale this hard peak until dusk.
Enjoy summer's beauty and clean air.
The wind will take the dusk luck.
Free of jagged rocks and despair.
Written: September 11, 2021
''J'' Contest, New or Old Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Fall always comes
As September rises
Leaves crimson, some gold
Say it's September 11
All over again and again
Every year the date reminds
Like a cruel Xmas on repeat
Keeping our presents
Every score, a bit forgotten
Until no one recalls planes
Till it turns to politics
Trying to find sweets in chaos
Flies are buzzin’
Some had hit our Twin Towers
Some were drawn to our pentagon
Some bravely missed the mark
The sky was falling on 9/11
Says Chicken Little
Too chicken to mourn
The day the sky really fell
We in America really felt it
All those purple bodies
Like confetti discarded
Like shrapnel remembered
Raining down to the abyss
On America's children
For twenty-five years
For what design?
For a virtual harem?
The flies are still buzzing
Everyone loves the Fall
But the few and me
We like growth over decay
Spring over the Fall
Petals died on 9/11
They fell like sakura
The Fall births cherry blossoms
For us to consecrate
Life is holy like petals and maples
But is the US holier?
As if we are just foliage
Whatever color discarded
We all bleed as one
Mingled with all the dust
That day will be forgotten
Be the few to ignite the forest
Smoldering, but not forgotten
Irrefutable as dust
Indefatigable as MLK
The youngest would be 25
Now a memory viridian
A charred acorn waiting
Unforgettable like a date
In a pit waiting to burst
In any hemisphere
A new memorial
In an undiscover'd country
From whose bourn
No traveller returns
Waiting to sprout
On nine eleven
Forget us to live
They say
No we say
If we forget
Who'll remember us?
Unless
The singularity
Is US
Cherry blossoms in September
Blood red leaves falling in May
Where towers never fall
They rise
If love is real
I’m love, expressing the Creator’s heart
For God is love, and love is the greatest
Magnifying miracle-mercy moves
Toward prayer’s length; upward service strength
Defying Venus and Aphrodite’s might.
Wondrous sight is it to cite my marvels
With my grace-light and care, I light and care
Helping well thru my compassionate mercy
My patience is like eternal hope…
Yet in my reign forever; death, I’ll smite.
Verily, I’m God’s most supreme kindness
Causing Christ to carry cross of Calv’ry
Leaving His throne of glory in Heaven
To reach down to Adam’s world that’s condemned
Granting salvation… life everlasting.
My precious loss is hatred’s advantage
Yet its grand schemer can never prevail
For he’s a conquered foe back in Eden.
Do you share God’s love? Is charity* yours?
Be not faithless; trust the Lord to have me.
*1Peter 5:14 Greet ye one another with a kiss of charity. Peace be with you all that are in Christ Jesus.
September 11, 2018
Poetic Devices employed in this poem are:
Lines 1.Personification; 2.Metaphor; 3.Alliteration;
4.Internal rhyme; 5.Truism with Hyperbole;
6.Homophones; 7.Homographs; 8.Tautology;
9.Simile; 10.Hyperbaton; 11.Superlative;
12.Consonance; 13.Paradox; 14.Synecdoche;
15.Euphony;16.Oxymoron; 17.Metonymy;
18.Allusion; 19. Rhetorical questions; 20. Litotes.
2nd place, "A LITANY OF POETIC DEVICES" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Line Gauthier; judged on 9/13/2018.
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
Leaves were green dresses in Spring; now wrinkled with age
Yellowed as an old love poem written on a parchment page
Stripped from tree limbs by Autumn's vibrant flowing winds
Chilled air is part of seasonal changes that Nature rescinds
It's sweater weather for long walks on the cool days of Fall
Southbound birds fly overhead. I hear their migratory call
Into the woods I wandered; dampened by a sprinkle of rain
Remnants of fallen leaves line the paths on shores of Maine
It's time to build a camp fire, as light of day begins to fade
I trek back across a small stream, shallow enough to wade
with treasures of an owl's feather, and a scarlet maple leaf
The last ray of sun casts a golden glow on the woods' motif
September 11, 2020
Autumn-Fall Rhyme Challenge
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
September 11th 2001,
Was the day that many died,
A tragic day we'll never forget,
The day our eagle cried.
When the two planes struck our towers,
And we watched them crumble to the ground,
As black smoke filled the air,
We heard the most terrifying sound.
People screaming, running for their lives,
Sirens blaring down the street,
America realized we had to unite,
"We will not take defeat".
Our uniformed angels were sent out,
To defend our Red, White and blue,
And now they live in hell everyday,
And they do it for me and you.
To all the armed forces,
Army, Air Force, Navy and Marines,
Thank you for all your bravery,
Cause no matter what tomorrow brings,
We all stand behind you,
And to all those that lost their lives,
We will never forget you either,
Or the day our eagle cried.
One minute everything was fine but the next, everything went sour.
Terrorists hijacked some planes and attacked the World Trade Towers.
Because of those damn terrorists, 2,977 innocent people were killed.
They attacked the World Trade Towers which took six years to build.
Construction of the Towers began in 1966 and ended in 1972.
What those terrorists did was a cowardly and evil thing to do.
The people who were born on that day are now adults legally, time flies.
An entire nation still mourns the loss of each and every person who died.
(I dedicate this poem to the nearly 3,000 people who perished on September 11, 2001.)
The roaches keep launching attacks.
Then scurrying back into Satan's dirty crack.
Covering their backs with the children of Gaza.
Launch, then hide- launch, then hide.
When they lose ground, they call for a ceasefire.
Understand, there can never be peace.
As long as these hellhounds are off their leash.
Nobody in these three-ringed regimes mentions the hostages anymore.
Nobody remembers October 7
or September 11
let alone the holocaust.
Short-term memory problems for those with long-term limits.
Nobody dares to put the bullseye on Iran.
Who has the real blood on their hands.
Billions of U.S. dollars fund the attacks of these ogres.
Whose soul do they own, just asking for a friend?
Get their undivided attention.
Lay waste to the Persian oilfields.
Parch their treasure chests.
Maybe then peace can prevail.
Then the Bedouins of heaven and the children of Christ can rest.
Until then, I think we're heading down the plutonium throat of Armageddon.
We don’t craft and send no more
Penned words residing in my draw
Those dated thoughts and gone events
Scrapbook of yore it represents
Handwritten mood, pain and regrets
Once sunny days, audacious bets
One young at heart, the choices made
Mundane events still on parade
Creased paper, yellowing in time
Cute fading stamps, once worth a dime
Ideas frozen, saved and kept
And people, places somehow trapped
For boys and girls, for moms and dads
Grandmas and wives of spouse-nomads
How stay in touch, to share crave
To savor love and send the wave
The way we were, like photo framed
Re-read those words, yourself reclaim
A little pile, ribbon-tied
Link to the past it hides inside
The world has changed, days flew by
We type, not write, and say ‘goodbye’
To letters, pushed aside by chats
So glued to screens in our flats
I have regrets, as letters gone
The dialog to act upon
Mailbox flag’s up, lagged outcome
And glory, when the letter comes!
September 11, 2024