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
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.
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
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
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.
Published by The Neovictorian/Cochlea, Mindful of Poetry, Gostinaya and Scholasticus/Fullosia Press. Keywords/Tags: 911, war, violence, children, visionary, surreal, power, retribution, twin towers, terror, terrorism, east, west, dream, dreams, nightmares, error
On ground where once bright giants rose
A spirit wanders still
Through frailty of trust exposed
To dark wind’s bitter chill
The life that moved within this place
Is hurt, beyond repair
Yet we recall each voice, each face
In intimate despair
This price we pay! These dues we owe!
For freedom has a cost
Life reaps the bitter crop it sows
Yet gains more than is lost
One message rings out from the gates
Of heaven’s boundless seat
Whatever conflict man creates
In hate …
God shall defeat
Twin Towers Fell
By Franklin Price
9/11/2018
Twin towers fell, a living hell
The day was apropos
Was a nine-one-one emergency
Setting the future we now know
The years, now seventeen, have passed
From that day, two-thousand-one
We've yet to see the ending
Of what that terror had begun
Although the action felt like war
No country was to blame
Terrorists had felled those towers
Our lives would never be the same
Our country since, has been at war
Fighting factions full of hate
That has permeated all of us
And our actions since that date
We're battle hardened, all of us
Our politics, now, make that clear
We've taken sides with attitude
Our enemy, is us, we're here
We soon must come together
Let fallen towers be our call
If we continue on as we are now
Like those towers, we will fall
If you've read this and believe it, please pass it on, in any manner you have available. We not only need to fight terrorism, we need to make peace with ourselves.
God, not much is left for us to see
Terrorists came to destroy humanity;
Was so much suffering and also harm
As we cried out to You with great alarm.
Twelve years doesn't seem so long ago;
What happened had been a horrible blow;
Twin Towers with planes just did collide;
In heaven with You, newcomers abide.
Firefighters tried to save lives but died
And innocent bystanders helplessly cried;
Might be someone they may have known?
Small child without parents there all alone.
Although both buildings finally would fall
To God, we must pray and stand so tall;
A bright sun rose and then soon set
On Nine Eleven, a day we will never forget.
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
Not as easy as
being a passenger
post 9/11.
And my own towers
fallen now
because of
unanticipated
consequences.
Without flavor
and excitement
I fear boredom
Which was my
doom and I
try to un-glue
these poisoned
piece.
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more of my poetry at www.alexfalls.com
TWIN TOWERS
IT HAPPENED ONE DAY
IN THE LIGHT OF SEPTEMBER
THIS IS HOW IT WAS MADE
A FEW MEN GOT IN A PLANE
AND SAID A PRAYER
AS THEY FLEW UP IN THE AIR
THEY GOT UP TO TAKE CONTROL
THEY WERE ON A ROLL
WE WERE FIGHTING FOR OUR LIFE
THE PLANE WAS TURN AND HITTED
RIGHT TO THE TWIN TOWERS
WITH ALL IT’S MIGHT
IT HIT RIGHT ON SIGHT
PEOPLE TRYING TO SURVIVE
WHILE OTHERS STAYED ALIVE
ONE BY ONE THE YOUNG
MEN,WOMEN AND CHILDERN DIE
WITH NO GUN
NOW 911 CAME ABOUT
AS THEY ALL SHOUT
THE TOWERS FELL DOWN
PEOPLE UNDER GROUND
RUSHING AND PANTING
FALLING AND CRYING
EACH PERSON SLOWLY DIEING
THE FIRE FIGHTERS AND POLICE
AND HELPER COULD FEEL THEIR HEART BEAT
IN ALL THE HEAT RUNNING IN THE STREET
A DAY NO ONE WILL NOT FORGET
A LIGHT OF A MOMENT THAT HIT
NEVER TO SAY GOOD BY TO THIS DATE AND YEAR
9/11/2001 IN TEARS OF ALL THE FEARS
PAIN HIT WASHINGTON D.C. PENTAGON
AND IN RURAL SHANKSVILLE WAS THE PLANE
PEOPLE WERE GOING INSANE
LOOSING THEIR MINDS
ALL BECAUSE OF THESES HIJACKERS ON THE PLANES
NOW WE ARE AT WAR
FROM A FAR
SAVING THE U.S.A. EACH DAY
BY: SHAWN JONES
Twin towers
I feel their pain
They know my name
I've taken a swan dive
Off the conservatory
A hundered times
But, I never die
The Towers are my only friends
And I love them
And when the towers crumbled
To the ground
Tears fell
But, I remained
Because they are my identity
To which I must be true
There's lonely
They need me
I know their pain
I know their pain
They're me
T wo buildings once stood tall
W hen one day they would fall.
I n the sky the planes flew
N ot knowing what they'd do.
T oo many people died
O n that day we all cried.
W hat happened no one knew
E xtreme anger just grew.
R emembering the fear
S o keep your families near.
The day before the
Twin towers died,
The skyscrapers cry
For love and mercy
People jumping
Through broken
Glass windows,
Falling down
Unto a sea of death
Who will listen
To their call
As hostage
Passenger jets
Crashed into
These steel walls
Making the
Twin towers
Tumble and fall
We could not
Put them back
Together, again
Evil exist
In this world
Still, we have faith
God shall
Deliver us from
All evil
On this earth
I know
God is working
Behind the scene
On this 911 call
Tall
twin blocks-
symbols of the
night
Ekphrasis afterA view of city night by Georgia O'Keeffe
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