Sweet September morn Fall's freshness Natural normalcy was all around us
Soon something shifted, shalt not
Killing came - Monumental Madness
Hate hit our twin towers.
Pierced Pentagon caused fiery flames
"Let's Roll" rested in farmer's field
Suddenly, the crashing sounds of broken glass
as all the doors closed with nowhere to pass
Time stood still as so many innocent souls breath their last
the tragedy which happened unexpectedly so fast
with blood and fire mixing together on the ground
the city transformed into a great battleground
the hand of terror forced its way with a heavy sound
to hit a target for which it was mount to bound
So many left with unfinished dreams after the blow
to leave the world in darkness moving away the glow
no one had a clue even to use a whistle for anyone to know
that within a few seconds the towers will come below
Perhaps this would never had happened should one foresight
while everyone was so busy about their duty under the light
to commit themselves with intelligence to do everything right
unknowingly they got caught by evil in life to lose the fight
The memory of that one day no one can erase from the mind
which continue to stain the hearts of those who escape death behind
The statue of liberty will forever mourn those patriots who are gone
as well as the earth with open arms sit and wait for hose unborn
I must confess:
I've never tried twenty five words or less.
I am a wordy poet at best.
To be concise will be a test.
I tried to write a mini verse
with twenty five words.
Ideas rushed for poetic expression.
Counting words made tension rise,
left the poem unwritten.
Number of Words: 25
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Short lines must I carve,
Or else I shall starve;
Twenty-five words, a firm decree:
Let me fly like bees,
Chasing scents on flowers, free.
Twenty Twenty Five
By Franklin Price
12/28/2024
In three more days, this year is done
We'll welcome in another one
Twenty four will take the dive
And twenty five will be alive
The century is twenty 0ne
A quarter through, since first begun
The yongest ones born in the last
Are all adults and some have past
Most vets from the biggest war
Are gone now, and are no more
Those who are left, are gone now soon
As is the first man to the moon
Time does not stop for you or me
One year older we will be
When tweny five comes to an end
On that, my friend, you may depend
So live your life, as you see fit
Do not make a waste of it
This coming year enjoy your time
That's why I wrote this New Year's rhyme
Quote By Poet: "As one year ends ~ another is waiting to begin. What will the New Year bring? Only time will tell."
It is almost here twenty, twenty-five,
it is great to be alive.
There is a lady at the end of my street,
we just met and that was so neat.
How did we not know each other,
will she become like a second mother?
My neighbors I must discover,
guess I will go uncover.
It is important to say hello,
and put a smile on each face that will glow.
This will be the best year ever,
with many new friends forever.
She is forty-seven, but insists on being with our twenty-five-year-olds.
I have heard her in the office hallway begging to be invited to things.
I will bring a really good present if you invite me to your wedding.
I will buy a round of drinks if you let me come to your Friday night deal.
How did a person arrive at forty-seven and not have friends?
I am unsure why she is so needy, but she is in all of their social posts.
Throwing hatchets, on a sail boat, at their baby showers.
Her smile seems forced, but not as forced as the two next to her.
If they did not invite her, would she stalk them?
Wait outside their homes?
Follow their cars to the event?
Part of me says YES.
Go get dirty;
In the end dirt is fertile.
The cars we have number twenty-five.
One is shaped like a royal bee hive.
Two are groovy, the blue one can certainly jive!
The red monster truck seems to be alive.
One is automatic and can self-propel-drive.
Jogger came by and asked my Cousin Chive,
Why are all these cars parked in front of that dive?
He chased him up the driveway in car twenty-five.
Twenty five hundred pieces
twenty five hundred moments,
Some barely two minutes
others infinity disguised as an hour;
Twenty five hundred spaces
the border hasn’t been completed yet,
We are still walking, laying the outline
trying to find each perfect fit;
Broken pieces molded together
fitting the lost empty places;
Twenty five hundred seconds
each moment shifting shape,
as the puzzle spins the future.
There was once a man named Barnaby Lars
Who had spent twenty-five years behind bars
Now it ain't what you might think
He could concoct a great drink
At Clancy's Saloon smoking fine cigars
I love you just as much now,
As I did, the day that we got wed,
I'll love you just as much again,
When your teeth are by the bed.
I love you, because you're you,
I'll love you, when we grow old,
I love you, when you support me,
With a hand to hold.
I love you, even when you don't like me,
I love you, when the shoes on the other foot,
I love you, when you're being,
A great big pain in the butt.
I love you when you make fun of me,
I love you, when you make me smile,
I love you, even when I don't want to,
I love you, all the while.
Basically, I love you,
No matter what we're going through,
That's what happens,
With a love that's true.
I love you when you're grumpy,
I love you even though you've gone grey,
It's probably all because of me,
I'll love you until my dying day.
Private jokes,
Loving nicknames,
Annoying habits,
Driving each other insane,
Date night,
Time together,
Hopes and dreams
Ours forever.
Love and laughter,
So much success,
Pride and joy,
Life's the best.
Twenty-five years,
Memories galore,
Two amazing sons,
We couldn't ask for more.
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