911
By Franklin Price
09/11/2026
Nine one one, two thousand one
A quarter century ago
Twin towers struck down to the ground
The Pentagon also
A third airliner on the way
To add more to the pain
Crashed In a Pennsylvania field
By the heroes on the plane
Innocent civilians
Too soon were laid to rest
The USA attacked that day
By terrorists, a test
Funded by the very rich
Who hated who we were
Making world opinion worsen
Anywhere it could occur
Now a quarter century later
We’re still responding to that day
We still have not recovered
From the ones who made us pay
We do not work together
Our great country torn asunder
The terrorists worked well that day
To drive us to the present blunder
siblings of passion ~ Love and Hate
argue like unruly children
in precipitous conflict
yet, never will the nest empty, because
they...are OUR conscience
~ one cannot destroy the other,
nor ignore the other, because
they are of one blood
whose greatest toxin is
indifference...
so...torn asunder, they must find
a way to make two ~ one...
A mangled man's
remains,
remain dismembered.
Scattered limbs
laid amongst the
litter.
Littered
ligament lies
amidst tense
muscle,
resting cuts
lay tender.
I really
try to not
remember.
This I
wish I
was lying about.
I can't
I magine
mans lying about.
Torn asunder, ripped
apart by chainsaw
teethed razor.
Rehearsed excuses
always sound best
on scratch paper.
Throw it away or
save it for later?
From behind ear
whisper bubblegum's
last flavor.
Hope all is better
before a blue
member come rapping
upon thy chamber.
They won't just go away.
It's best to
answer, then
answer what they ask.
Then they'll leave you
alone.
To go
about your day.
left in disarray,
disagree met dismay.
Where is the
line that
compromised game
last time?
566.
Prayer for the 6th Commandment
Oh Father God, You have commanded us not to commit adultery
This I must, this I perform willingly
For You have made us as temples of Your Spirit
We must avoid being like animals or
Oh Jesus Christ, help me not to become an adulterer
I don't want my spirit to be torn asunder
To our Creator we must be led
From our Creator we must be fed
Oh Holy Spirit, let me not adulterate the body & soul
This is God's command, this is for the good of all.
Amen.
-10/29/2017
(Dumarao)
*Prayer for the 10 Commandments
In search of a common thread
to stitch up the rent fabric of
a nation torn asunder ...
A shining beacon to light the
way across an ocean of worry
and doubt ...
Friendships grounded in genuine care and concern
in mutual reciprocity, each for the other ...
A return to serving God and one another
The morning sighs
with hoarse, guttural caws.
Crows twirl and cartwheel backwards,
like charred scraps of newspaper
caught in wild feral, wind eddies
above a raging bush fire.
Goosestepping gulls
enforce their feeding-ground territories
with threats and violent gestures
their beaks snapping shut
like rust-corroded, iron gates.
Looping caterpillars
form a Congo line
across the blistered bark of trees
while ants drag dismembered wings
along cracks in the pavement.
A magpie bludgeons
a snail against the stones
until the shell gives way
its pale body spilling outwards;
a molluscan sacrifice
that satisfies the hunger pangs
of a black-and-white starving bird.
Worms writhe blindly,
torn asunder
on the hot sunbaked soil
attacked by hordes of bull-ants
lake tiny matadors in torero corrida,
sparing with capes and lances
as they torment the helpless,
doomed, and dumb, succumbed prey.
The morning sun rises,
guilty as charged!
without pity or cause,
without mercy or motive,
to silent, stark applause,
as nature pleads for survival.
Winds of yesterday blow vainly
in futile pursuit of today
What once ignited our several passions
this day swiftly drives us away
Torn asunder by a thunderclap
hearts riven never again overlap
As the shackles were torn asunder
And the chains were turned to shred
Wars waged and paths were plundered
It was better left unsaid
For what to do now
The cage gave direction
Without it there is doubt
A mind-numbing perplexion
Ridden with waste
The land is barren dry
A lack of haste
To stop the lies
Suddenly awake from the dreams
We are better off now it seems
243.
Prayer When Bitter
Oh Father God, I am bitter
My soul is hot like fever
Everything is getting critical
Let me overcome this upheaval
Oh Jesus Christ, I feel bitter
My heart is torn asunder
Deep pain I have inside
Let me set this wound aside
Oh Holy Spirit, I think bitter
My mind is becoming crazier
A lot of trouble it carries
Let me end those worries.
-01/15/2014
(Dumarao)
*My Prayer Poems Collection
You may say I'm crazy
but as it takes one to know one
do you have what I've got
if I am are you too
and am I nuts to think I'm not
the shrink he's not telling
despite all my yelling
he only asks how it makes me feel
it's quite a strain on the brain
is he really and truly for real
then again if I'm insane
as the earth is bipolar
it's no wonder
there are so many weirdos and whackos
in a world torn asunder
at least I'm not alone
I think you'll find
it can't be overstated it's overrated
sanity
it's all in the mind
It is the way of the people,
people like you, people like me.
It is the way of the people,
to want whatever they see.
It is the way of the people,
people like you, people like me.
It is the way of the people,
to take whatever they please.
It is the way of the people,
people like you, people like me.
It is the way of the people,
to keep whatever they seize.
How many, many people
called this sad land their own?
How many, many people
lost this land they called home?
People like you, people like me,
pushed again, lost again, wandering free.
It is the way of the people,
taking from those who came before.
It is the way of the people,
to want and want and forever want more.
People like you, people like me,
taking from you, taking from me.
Taking dreams, scattering bones
of people like you, people like me,
without life, without homes.
Torn asunder, left to wonder
by people like you, people like me.
The world spins out another
people like you, people like me,
to drive and push away
people like you, people like me.
Thus it has been, thus it is,
for people like you, people like me.
Must it always be?
Seen as a collection of spare parts
swimming in close formation
neither fish nor fowl
from a southern hemisphere nation
sewn together as if torn asunder
the amphibian antipodean
from way Down Under
is the odd-looking bottom-feeding
no muss nor fuss
otter-footed beaver-tailed
egg-laying duck-billed platypus
the males of which are venomous
an excellent swimmer
whenever it dives
it closes its ears nose and eyes
altho' a riparian carnivore
electroreception is how it survives
That`s not Safe
I dared to battle with the wild thunder
Where flashes of lightning could blind the eyes,
Where I escaped being torn asunder
And darkish clouds veiled the crest of the sky;
In this inner tempest that wrecked my heart
Every burst of wild wind echoed deep pains
Tearing the strata of my heart apart
While I struggled with stinging stress and strains.
If woeful storms turn the days into night,
Will summer sweet sunshine be far away
To spread its glow on earth and shed its light,
To guide man along the virtuous way.
Battling with thunder, I learnt that`s not safe
With due lessons learnt, this can be vouchsafed.
Years gone by, you'd almost forgotten,
as you feel the days grow old and tired,
you're bones ache, and you're feeling rotten,
when, once again, you feel life's fire.
The two of you have been through a lot.
Long ago you were torn asunder,
but you loved each other, which can't be bought,
'neath the bridge, lot's of water, under.
An occasion of pleasure or pain,
something you wouldn't know in advance,
a birth or funeral in the rain,
or possibly only happenstance,
there is no pleasure, so great as when
you see a dear old friend again,
The world was born of ice and flame
Of crystal drops that filled the empty plane
When Muspell's heat burned Niflheim
And life unraveled from the endless stream
And formed a voice whose name was Scream
Where shapes spilled out from his unseen dream
The waves then rise to cast new sounds
Soft yet gentle, the vibrant hums
Freed more life from their icy bounds
Defrost, the Aesir thus came to be
The first of which was so-called Búri
Whose son then wed and begat three
The three then warred against the Scream
For they saw no good inside his dreams
His pores sweat venom in boundless streams
That primal Scream thus fell down and shattered
His flesh and bone, all torn asunder
Which then were used to forge all matter
Henceforth came an age of craft divine
New worlds were built, 'til there were nine
Bound by Yggdrasil, their verdant spine
Yet discord hangs across the cosmic loom
Weaving prophecies that foretold gloom:
What bore the world shall be its doom
War and death had shaped Yggdrasil's roots
And destruction echoes within its shoots
Thus, war and death shall be its fruit
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