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Dead trees, like twin towers,
waiting for their ultimate fate.
A chosen place laid with flowers.
Somewhere, beyond pale, gate.
Disappearing in the clearing.
Never been, never there; it was.
Darting dear, hide and seeking.
Behind tree, then galloping and goes.
Sitting alone; no one’s speaking.
The dear, quick imagery of prose.
Disappearing in the clearing.
Never been, never there; it was.
Backpacking Black Forest paths.
Eating in Spanish and French cafes.
The stumble and bumble aftermaths.
Tourist adventures by night and day.
Disappearing in the clearing.
Never been, never there; it was.
A creaky swing, standing, jumping.
Scents of honeysuckle, innocence-sweet.
Feet tapping, beating on truck tire, lumping
All of childhood into a dream-conceit.
Disappearing in the clearing.
Never been, never there; it was.
An urn or fresh-dug containing chill.
Homage paid until the distance spares.
Markers rarely scrubbed by quill.
Eyes hidden from view; stone stares.
Disappearing in the clearing.
Never been, never there; it was.
Fresh rain water, washing over book.
Black and blue ink, morphed-watercolors.
Words drowning, nevermore, forsook.
Shelf of particles, binding sours.
Disappearing in the clearing.
Never been, never there; it was.
never there
it was…
We’ve all been young dumb
and unaware so has everyone,
we too were the first generation
growing up with tech others hadn’t
I was born last century so to kids I’m old
Born the same year as Back To The Future
predicting widescreen television, video calls,
audio control, using fax but not computer
Fax and pagers have gone away with phone booths,
VHS and Cassettes, everything was fuzzy,
TV pictures Radio sounds and body hair now removed,
My generation inherited rubbish then we got real busy
Everything computerised, compact and crystal clear,
mobile phones sized like part of Stonehenge
couldn’t hear people talk unless they stood within ear
we sped up our evolution, the crap we had back then
Kids don’t stop and think they use what my generation made
As we did too they now joke “you’re so old you grew up in a cave “
My age group are called millennials, children of the millennium,
We watched as those Twin Towers fell and then lost a war to the Taliban
We grew up hearing stories about the “Greatest Generation”
Their finest hour and the few, the honour that lost the Empire,
We used to rule the waves and had the biggest empire in creation,
And we’re just Great Britain and it’s all gone a bit dire
In this age today, “The Technological Revolution”
On the fringe of World War Three, this dick-tator called Putin,
now I’m not saying assassinate but somebody should shoot him,
Because kids today cannot fight, this war will end us losing
100 years ago we really had the might
how did we reach this point, nothing left
but sh**e
we’ve broken down the race divide the sex divide and preference,
“We must see the Russians off or lose our independence”
A future of lost privileges lacking new creations
imprisoned by technology and bigoted racist nation
winning this war will take “The Greater Generation”
should that day come, history must be the most important education!!
We gave Hitler room, it gave him the advantage,
So I say flatten Moscow, and leave Russian cities damaged,
It’s only going to escalate, casualties a plenty,
We should all attack at once, destroy and leave Russia empty
The twin towers topped New York City,
symbols of freedom, they scraped the sky.
Hollow mountains reduced to pity,
but a nation’s dreams refused to die.
America suffered a hate crime
as the world watched planes pierce concrete.
And religious zealots swore, this time
the devastation would be complete.
Structurally slit, as with a knife,
fire melted through girders of steel.
And the impact of life striking life
made the devastation surreal.
Choking on smoke, with no escape found,
people lived out their worst nightmare dreams.
For desperate souls leaped to the ground,
their lives lost amidst the panicked screams.
Defining freedom’s ultimate state,
shapes the soul and heart of a nation.
And yet, Muslim clerics filled with hate
proudly praised this abomination.
(Quatrain)
8/2/2017
Death from suicide can be a hard pill to take
Many questions arise, and in our minds will awake
Is it self-centered and selfish, were they in their right mind?
Many are left wondering, seeking a truth they can’t find
I know that God loves us, he created us all
He knows when we struggle and he knows when we fall
He is loving and forgiving, even when we’re not right
His hand is still there in your darkest hour of night
Never pass judgement on a truth you can’t understand
Jesus died for us all, remember where we stand
Think of the Twin Towers and those who jumped to their death
They didn’t jump to die they simply had no options left
When life brings dilemma’s, just rely on one thing
Winter will end and bring forth a new spring
Our seasons may change but his promise never will
Jesus died on that cross and covered our bill
Building up terrible turbulence in my brain
Resurrecting rain in my lonely lane, driving me insane
Going down below, low, low, low
The darkest night has glow, oh, oh
I don’t understand why-why-why
I feel below you…you…you…
I don’t know why, can’t deny-y-y
I feel below you…you…you…
Down below the darkest hours,
There is a light amongst the flowers
We’re going down like the twin towers
Can’t stop holding back my powers
Of loving you to the sheer extreme
Down below in a dazzling dream
Lowering my pride and self-esteem
We’re on the same team, same team
Shielding you in the shelter from the rainbowless rainstorm
Resurrecting sun to keep you away from harm and keep you warm
Going down below, low, low, low
The darkest night has glow, oh, oh
I don’t understand why-why-why
I feel below you…you…you…
I don’t know why, can’t deny-y-y
I feel below you…you…you…
Down below the darkest hours,
There is a light amongst the flowers
We’re going down like the twin towers
Can’t stop holding back my powers
Of loving you to the sheer extreme
Down below in a dazzling dream
Lowering my pride and self-esteem
We’re on the same team, same team
I don’t understand why-why-why
I feel below you…you…you…
I don’t know why, can’t deny-y-y
I feel below you…you…you…
Building up terrible turbulence in my brain
Resurrecting rain in my lonely lane, driving me insane
Going down below, low, low, low
The darkest night has glow, oh, oh
I don’t understand why-why-why
I feel below you…you…you…
I don’t know why, can’t deny-y-y
I feel below you…you…you…
Building up terrible turbulence in my brain
Resurrecting rain in my lonely lane, driving me insane
Going down below, low, low, low
The darkest night has glow, oh, oh
I feel down below you…
What did I do that was of rue?
What did I do to put you through
The tribulant storm out of the blue
I’ll keep you warm too
I’m in my lonely dorm, true
Resurrecting sorrow in a dream-of-a-swarm anew
It was a majestic sight
To see in the distance
The New York City skyline
The twin towers standing bold
It was a sight to behold
Where else but in America
Can you see something
That leaves you in wonder
This has always been with me
Till that day of terror
It hurt my heart to know
My children will never see it
On September 11, 2001
I lost a part of my past
My present and it hurts
Because it is no longer there
I grieve more deeply
For those who lost
So much more than me
They lost a loved one
I will never forget
The scene on Television
Of the smoky towers
That once stood majestically
Nor will I ever forget
The people who died
On that horrific day
God bless their souls
Our heroes and our loved ones
Will always be remembered
Their loss will always
Be in my heart and my prayers
Written in remembrance on the 2nd anniversary of September 11th
A cautious pace up weary steps, by candles dancing light
A secret room lies barren, til the dead do walk the night
An opiate of knowledge waits, for darkness to succumb
His water bowl a mirror of the dangers yet to come
Afraid of what's before him, but more so of not knowing
The tales of Woe and Wonder laid before him, Gods bestowing
Through a veil of hidden promise, in the stillness of the room
He reaches towards the Future, as a babe does from the womb
His Ink and Quill, no longer still,l fill the empty page with pain
As time again the future is poured, blood red on each Quatrain
Is searching, for the answers, the reason All is Lost
But Man is made to wonder why, regardless of the cost
These truths I see must surely be all proof there is a God
Or fooled alone I truly am, Chaste by the Devils rod
For if I stop what will man know of the torment yet untold
Forewarned at least we'll steel ourselves, as the horrors they unfold
While Birds of Steel they fill the air, then falter in their plight
And "Hister" rages war, unparallelled in Heavens sight
A much loved king lies dying, as the lance had found its mark
Twin towers crumble towards the ground as Evil leaves its mark
The night it waits as Hells own Gates let loose the Devils Hordes
While Love and Hate do battle, on the edge of Heavens sword
Mans destiny lies written, at the pool upon his table
Will Hate be Torn asunder or is Love indeed a Fable
The world is bleeding
We stand at the edge of a precipice,
Looking in fear on our Earth,
Boiling, bubbling, and steaming,
With pools of blood flowing.
Warplanes blanket the sky.
Volcanic sounds pierce the ear.
Booms of gun shots rent the air
Lightning passes blinding the eye
The skies let down a deluge of tears
The old world is strangled to death
Toxic waste muddles up every head
The world once dressed in green
Now wears a mantle of pollution
Green- not a colour any more.
The earth wriggles in pain,
But its silent whimper
Falls in deaf unheeding ears!
A sword dangles on a thread
Ready to fall anytime over our heads.
Might dissipates men’s eye sight
From everywhere rises the bleak cry for help
Pale faced grimaces of death as bombs explode
Groans of pain as bullets whizz past
Once warm blood spilled over the streets of Paris
Twin towers were raced down in the U.S
School children massacred in many parts of the world
Now the animosity between Russia and Ukraine,
Iran and Israel keep the world on tenterhooks.
All through the globe, seismic waves of terror
Sweep across… effacing life, love and dreams.
With modest tools, if the Neanderthal men fought,
Modern men are powered with lethal weapons
Any of which can annihilate the whole world in seconds
Men themselves turn as weapons,
And explode like bombs killing thousands.
Where shall we find a bastion
From this rabid pack of wolves?
From the quagmire of terror, we need an escape
Let it be writ on every wall and billboard
‘Down with War, Down with Terrorism’
O' September 11th...
Seems like yesterday
But with all intent
Seems like such a long time away
Remember! Everyone explained
From now on everything will be changed
It’s true—many things have changed
But has everything really changed?
Air travel has changed
Hearts, minds of Americans have been changed
Of that there is no doubt
Or is 9-11 just one more scarecrow
Of war and its sordid legacy, what's all about
To stomp out our freedoms foes
Ah' my generation grew up in the shadow
Of a menacing mushroom shaped cloud ha·lo
An ominous reminder of the destructive power fiasco
Unleashed at the end of World War 2
Another generation is growing up today
With another image
The image of crumbling Twin Towers disarray
The symbol of Sept. 11, 2001 visage!
On the 11th of September
A day we should all remember
That sad day the Twin Towers came falling down
Crashing to the ground
That fateful, infamous day
When Americans passed away
2,977 unfortunate souls
Went up to become God's Guardian Angels
And let's remember as well
Those who died from the toxins in the air from hell
Those Brave Police Officers, Firemen, EMTs and brave Citizens
To rescue people, went back in again and again
Now, God's Guardian Angels watch over us
As we do dangerous things and such
Things that must be done, understand?
To save people in danger, as many as we can
So, let's bow our heads and say a prayer
For our Heroes who die every day everywhere
Our Heroes who may not always get recognized
But are Brave Heroes none the less in our eyes
When you relax after your day is done
Please remember our Heroic Unlucky Ones
Who are sadly no longer here
To Them, raise a cup, drink a toast of wine, spirits or beer
Remember we must!
Cause when the debris is cleared and cleared the dust
The Terrible War Site is gone
But the Memories live on...
Copyright ©? Jeff W. Watson, September 11, 2026