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I remember where I was on 9/11. Beckoned inside
as I was mowing the lawn. I watched TV in shock
as one of the twin towers went up in smoke.
"Wow, terrible accident!," I thought.
After Plane 2 hits...WHAT!!??
day of infamy
attack on america
it's terrorism
A MEMORY Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
Date written: 07/01/2020
The fortitude of a mighty people
has witnessed the awaited moment
of a murderer killed in his mansion;
was justice done...was revenge
and vengeance appeased to bring rejoice
to the thousands who suffered for years?
This brings back that terrifying morning
of civilians dying from the explosion
of two American Airlines planes flown
with excessive speed into the Twin Towers!
The young terrorists thought of the slaughter
as a reward or an act of demoniac revenge?
They vainly died for a non-existent glory,
believing they they would be called martyrs!
No their god wouldn't have allowed them in his heaven,
if their only intention would have been to shed blood...
spreading death and havoc in New York City,
a beautiful city which still dazzles me and I love immensely;
didn't they know that the American infallible spirit
is that eagle whose courage and pride are invincible?
Shouldn't I revel in the death of this heartless man?
I would have wished to see him being tortured by the same folks
who have lost their dear ones....then he would have asked for their forgiveness!
You must think I am very cruel to get even for his killings,
but who guides the quick hand of the man whose heart is full of hatred?
Envy, dislike, wickedness, intolerance of freedom and love!
The Bible teaches to love one another regardless of race and religion,
but did this murderer love his own people and not live by the sword?
No, he did not...he incited his followers to commit murder
and bring everyone to his knees as Hitler wanted to do!
Should these two murderers' names ever be remembered?
Then again, you will say vengeance is God's not ours...
but didn't God command the Israelite to fight their enemies
and wipe them off the Earth with His blessing? War is necessary
when a nation is threatened by outsiders who make evil plans!
Don't be afraid to ask me if the death of a long-sought murderer makes me rejoice!
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.
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as we commemorate the 10th anniversary of a day we'll always remember
over three thousand lives taken on the eleventh day of September
but for the grace of God it might have been me
to have been one of those lives taken away in the midst of that tragedy
life is a series of sequences and events that take place
and I know that as a child of Christ I'm living under His grace
at the time I had a job that was located in tower seven
but on that day I was in Brooklyn or I might have died and gone to heaven
safe in the borough of Kings working at the primary election polls
far away from the events that on New York took such a toll
the nation and the world were shook to their foundations
that anyone would dare to strike at the very heart of our nation
two airliners purposely driven into the World Trade Center Twin Towers
an attack on American soil in the early morning hours
and as I sit in church today on our annual Homecoming day
I reflect on the fact that many will never come home again
mothers, fathers, sons, daughters, co-workers, family and friends
and while I sit in this anointed pew
the awesomeness of the glory of God in me has been renewed
a day to remember as we share the communion of our Lord Christ
a day to also remember a day that forever changed our lives
Most will say that fateful day was much like any other.
And most assumed that it would end the same.
Now we see it differently. We look back and we shudder
Remembering the images of flame.
The innocents whose lives were rent by this malignant act
Must never be forgotten or ignored.
Don’t overlook the lives they took, the terrible attack,
And don’t forsake what we are fighting for!
Together we must rise and overcome the threat.
I swear our memories will not be bound.
It’s so important that we never do forget
That awful day they knocked the Towers down.
We were not sure what had occurred, the what, the why, the how.
We only knew that everything had changed.
In our heads we stopped and said, just what do we do now
To rise above the fear, the loss, the pain?
We stand transfixed, disgusted, sick, at what occurred that day.
Together we all bear the awful scar.
For all the dead we bow our heads, to God above we pray
That they forever rest beside His heart.
Together we must rise and overcome the threat.
I swear our memories will not be bound.
It’s so important that we never do forget
That awful day they knocked the Towers down.
Do we recall the awful fall? The Towers all a-flame?
The smoke and dust that hid us from the sun?
Don’t ever say that it’s okay, that we deserve the blame!
For nothing justifies what they have done!
As time goes by the tears may dry. Still vigilance is best.
We wouldn’t want their memory to fade.
In times to come we’ll stand as one, and we will pass the test,
And show them all that we are not afraid!
Together we must rise and overcome the threat.
I swear our memories will not be bound.
It’s so important that we never do forget
That awful day they knocked the Towers down.
It was a beautiful morning, the sky azure,
and the air clear and cloudless.
The dawn's sunrise casted shadowy silhouettes
of the city, on the calm and unrippled Hudson River.
The city's streets were heavy with people traffic from
workers and tourists rushing around in the fast pace
of Manhattan's mid-week norm.
While driving to my work destination, and listening and singing-
along to John Lennon's hit song "Imagine"
Suddenly, the music stopped playing and the radio host interrupted
to announce that a plane had just hit one of the twin towers.
At first, I thought it was a small private plane that hit because the man on the radio didn't explain that it was a jet with passengers on it.
As the minutes passed by, every radio station was sharing the "Breaking News" that a plane had hit the North Tower of the World Trade Centers.
Most every was in shock, and clueless as to it being an attack by Al-Qaeda/Osama Bin Laden. Once the second plane hit the South Tower,
it was a no-brainer that we were under attack.
I've never felt so unsafe in my life than that day or the following days ahead. Everywhere I went, every time I left my home, my eyes would be wandering over my shoulder and behind my back. The eerie feeling lingered on for days, weeks and even months. The smell of ash still scents my nostrils, the quiet sound of silence in the aftermath still rings my ears. The memories of that horrific day will forever be with me.
can never forget
the world trade centers collapsed
terrorist's attack
Monotonous keyboards clicking
Redundant clocks ticking
Phones ringing, elevator doors swinging
Coffee pots brewing, vending machines spewing
Insouciant workers, carefree shirkers loitering
Clerks, secretaries previewing, managers reviewing
Visitors on stairs, in lobby chairs, lines queuing
Fate's dissonant chords o'er content hordes teeming
From Crescent's waning moon, spell of doom flinging
Across availing sky, a wailing strain is stringing
A portentous raven o'er torrentous swells winging
To his charted course, a venal force with guile clinging
Feral beast an imminent peril to prey quickly bringing
On the ethereal cusp perching, for crown jewel searching
Swooping down with force, beams from foundation divorce
Death's shadow in dust o'er screaming remnants streaming
Night's, palling darkness Day's ordained glint stalling
I was not going to publish this until the 20th anniversary of the September 11, 2001 terrorist events that have changed the USA and its place in the World. I began and finished writing it this morning. You may not believe it, as I see it, but you should consider what you do believe and take action. To be complacent, and remain detached, is to soon change this country, the first ever, founded on personal freedom, to one with the hand of big brother controlling all we do. Think about it..... WAKE UP AMERICA!!!
Twenty Years of Terror
By Franklin Price
09/03/2021
On nine one one, back in oh one, the tall twin towers fell.
Downed by Mid Eastern terrorists who brought us living hell.
Using two hijacked airliners, full of passengers and all,
Downed the towers in Manhattan, flew into them, made them fall.
There were two other missions on that nine – eleven day.
As the towers crashed into the earth, they were both well on their way.
One slammed into the Pentagon, our major military site.
Also flown by terrorists in their suicidal flight.
Last one headed for the White House, that's what many people say.
Heroes stopped that mission, in a PA field that day.
The USA, surprise attacked, not by some country we could fight,
But by suicidal terrorists who would take us into night.
Twenty years of US darkness were then entered by those deeds.
Growing on the fields of history are many governmental weeds.
Osama Bin was Seal Team killed, was supposedly the man.
The end of it is not yet here, though we've left Afghanistan.
The terrorists have had their way, now the leaders of that land.
Striving for some recognition. Are we marching to their band?
We are not now, the who we were, when those tall twin towers fell.
We do our best, to beat ourselves, turning our Heaven into Hell.
Representatives in Washington don't give a damn about the rest.
They're directed by the super rich, don't pass the democratic test.
It's time that We the People bring ourselves into the light.
Join our hands and work together, or it will be, forever night.
TWINS DIE
‘HELP’ twins are on fire,
Proud buildings, tall, there,
To admire,
Firemen rush to the scene,
Risking their lives, their,
Everything their complete being,
People jumping from windows,
100 or more stories high,
Kept falling out of the sky,
Some from burnt out planes,
Others burnt inside the twin towers,
And became cinder,
Adding to the flames and tinder
Smoke, bodies, debris everywhere,
Tears, shouts half burnt
People soon to become corpses!
It looked like hell
From all directions a yell,
A horror movie, a bad spell.
Soon silence, just concrete falling alight,
On the ground with a thunderous might!
Survivors screaming, looking for the lost,
Some found still burning, what a cost,
These innocent people had to pay,
To believers praising Allah prepared to die,
On this disastrous Day!
The devils carnage, to please remember,
This year as we celebrate 25th December,
What Happened on the 11th September,
2001, disastrous, horrific,
Our wish to their families is peace
For their heartbreak will never cease!
And then to those who bore,
The brunt of the American wrath,
Innocent children amongst thousands killed,
Indiscriminately who were bombed,
Perhaps also fried and grilled,
By flames from buildings that spilled!
We are all children of God,
Why should anyone have to face,
Any human attack, a death squad!
United we all want the same,
We want peace to reign.
An attack of this magnitude
was completely unforeseeable;
and who thought that an unguarded city
had to feel that sense of solitude...
through an urealistic exodus so undiscernible,
and later reclaim its struck territory!
What we lost...is not the superb Twin Towers:
the pride of the wealthiest nation on earth,
towers that can be rebuilt in years;
it's those lives that enmity cut short!
And they tried to disorientate us,
and disrupt our ingenuous and lively living
by spreading unrest and choas
with absurd and infernal thinking!
This infamy is so ineffaceable
from the mind of the unfoolish,
fair and reasoning man with greater intellect...
that it becomes so inexplicable;
a shameful act not condoned by civilization,
confirmed by unsympathetic sentiments!
What we lost ...is truly irreplaceable
by every imaginable remedy:
its the worth, the comfort and the unbroken joy,
which dazzled in the NewYorkers' eyes...
making their days so livable!
What we lost...is eternally
carved out into those shining stones:
bearing glorious names to withstand time itself1