this date towers fell
for some that day became Hell
crumbling memory
Heidi Sands
9/11/26
(C)opyright
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
This New Jerusalem with towers made of glass
Shines dazzling bright upon the old satanic mills
Cloned Holy Lamb with mouth full of grass
Looks picturesque on the background of green hills
Let’s stop to take some selfies smiling silly
Let’s shorten to one line the past time lives
The future’s here, and exactly as was willing
This New Jerusalem reflects in our eyes
We common mortals do not really matter
It’s fine by us to stay behind the scenes
While VIPs are doomed to sing the old libretto
We improvise, to hear the grinding of those mills.
The sun squeezes through
like it almost missed the train--
late and blushing.
It lands on the windows
and suddenly the glass
looks alive.
A crane freezes mid-air,
caught staring at the light.
Clouds hang around…
undecided.
A door slides open.
Someone steps out
into the cool morning air.
Shadows move down the walls
as the light grows stronger.
The city comes awake
bit by bit…
quiet,
unhurried.
It's a lovely sun-drenched day of clouds and blue sky,
Giving such a beautiful vista on which I gaze.
Two sparrows dancing at opposite roosts catch my eye,
On a large branch in the huge maple at center stage
Distant bells ring out in the distance a melodic peal,
Accompanying the movement of leaves in the breeze.
I see a twin-tower temple with sweet images to reveal,
With such quiet grace it sets troubled minds at ease.
I muse of a sanctuary of inner warmth and grace,
With a scent of roses urging me to follow my nose.
Drawn as by the sensuous smile on a woman’s face,
I begin to presume how the rest of the story goes.
Woman indeed is so wisely and nobly endowed,
Between the pillars of her calling in awesomeness.
She remains her openly receptive self and still proud,
Showing me haven where my weary soul finds rest.
Together we dream of a garden of hope and love,
Living within the comforts of shared pleasure.
As I drink the nectar that showers from above,
I conceived of a supreme realm for all to treasure.
Academicians …
masticating and
grinding their ‘truth’
Spewing out
what they would have us swallow
in gagging choking egotism
Regurgitating it back
in the toxic chunder
of a narcissistic reality
Papering the walls
of modern thought
with the bibs of their retching
As they hide within
their ivory towers
—festering in mass
(St. David’s Pennsylvania: September, 2023)
Oh what a pity
that in David's great city
they built a skyscraping tower.
the which to describe
my poor words lack all power.
Those who dwell in its heights
enjoy rapturous sights
of the noble city below,
where those in the pit
who look up at it
are denied a commensurate show.
Now who had the cheek,
if you let me thus speak,
to call this 'the Holy Land'?
If its name had been 'Babel'
I'd be better able
to explain the way things stand.
Usa Usa
The free country
Remember the day
Where there were no delays
Oh shall i say the delays
Are because of the disgrace
What we call teenagers of the day
They are being bashed by standards high enough like the twin towers
Twin tower that fell
Violence that arose
guns with no laws
Teens are told not to be alone
Oh shall I say we look behind us
Due to being afraid
Oh shall i say the girls are afraid
Never knowing what to wear or who to trust
While the world is facing away
Oh shall I say the truth is
The world today is not a great place
Take me down to ground zero, brother,
I need to see the truth -
where dark angles from hell
put evil in place,
and three thousand innocents died.
Take me down to ground zero, sister,
I want to feel the void -
when an enemy’s faith
put death before life,
and cowards made innocents die.
Take us to the five-sided fortress
and also honor the field -
where a test in the West
started defense,
and our bravest are still rollin’ on.
Please, please tell me if I am too much
Sometimes my personality overpowers
If I belabor a point, or scream, or such,
Please, please tell me if I am too much.
If I am losing it, or if I am out of touch,
I need to come down from ivory towers
Please, please tell me if I am too much,
Sometimes my personality overpowers.
Written October 6, 2022
flowers
dancing gaily
on taller slender stalks
wave to us passing cheerily,
planted to color up gray garden walks
remembering how merrily
they'll light up our way
stately blossom
flowers
written July 19, 2022
The View from the Towers Clock
David J Walker
At best
A Guest is all we really are
Mistaking the sound of thunder
For the voice of God
Odd
That we should reclaim
By name
Ownership
Over anything
And everything
Spring
Brings dry winds
Sends choking clouds of dust
Lust
Consumes the rest of us
Times
Inside the tower's clock Chimes
Rewinds the spring
Reminds us of mortality
And anything
And everything
Ending in Empathy
Apprehension
Is often mistaken
for a block
Of redemption
The Last Full Moon of the Season
David J Walker
Day of past days
Once in the way of
This today
Hours of past hours
Cataloged and
Overlapped with
Horrors of mirrors
And old age
In ivory towers
A presence within a
Long lost past
Preserved
presented
In scrapbooks framed
In ash
A silvery silk web
stretched tight
Across the Savoy night
I await you
On a moonlit flight
Home lies within
The hidden meaning
And the rising
Of the last full moon of the season
I have lived in towers
I have lived with secondhand dreams
that wore out too easily.
My father was a basement for hope,
mother came with me
until she died inside her self-made cage.
In the many towers
women left as quick as they came.
A child was born unto us
a young wife for a while flew
out of a high window
when she returned
we moved into a basement,
it was a sterile apartment
that cared not for our ways and means.
In time we climbed a new tower.
Now we wave from different rooftops
with the same hands
that once held us together.
Like into a deep mysterious well
the heat unbearable they disappear like dropping stones
once loved and so familiar their faces
going to where what is gone is gone
no time granted to ask why
leaping into the blue sky a death
such dreams and plans they had for tomorrow
everything must now be but as dust
Dedicated to people forced to jump from the Twin Towers in New York 2001
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