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A TOUCH, IN THE WIND
It was, a day for reflection
Starting, calm and so serene
Then, wind from those "Towers"
Started blowing, in between.
The names of Souls, spoken
Seemed, to alter nature’s course
And what it seemed, to be?
They came to say, "Goodbye!", in force.
Reaching out and touching
All, who came to grieve
To say, "Get on with your life.
Because, we have to leave."
"But, we won’t go far.
We’ll be in every breeze.
And, if you listen, you will hear us
Rustling through the leaves."
"And, when those leaves have fallen
And the winters winds blow
Don’t worry, we’ll still be there
In every whirling flake of snow."
"Then when, the springtime comes
And all things grow, anew
Please take joy, in knowing
We’ll still be there, with you."
"They may have stopped, our "Being"
But, our Spirits, will soar
When you feel us in, the blowing winds
Where we’ll be, forever more."
9-12-02
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A LITTLE LESS
Well, it’s been a year now
Since we had that nightmare
But, it seems like yesterday
With, all the pain still there.
Life for most, goes on
But, for some, stands still
With that empty void inside
They try to find a way, to fill.
We can all reach out to them
And hold them in our heart
But we can’t mend the hurt
That, tears theirs, apart.
No matter how we try
And no matter what we say
There’s no way we can know
What they went through, that day.
It’s just one year of hurting
That will last their whole life through
Shared with all the teardrops
That were shed by me and you.
But, we must count our blessings
In this "land of the free"
Although there aren’t as many
As, there used to be.
September 8, 2002
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SIXTEEN ACRES
A few acres of heartache
Of, the most sacred ground
But, all "they" see is money
The most valuable, around.
We all know, who will win
It’s "them", with all the means
It won’t be the souls, that cry
From, those most horrific scenes.
And if "they" build, buildings
Each window, will show
The reflections of a life
Someone, will never know.
There will be, some peeking out
And, looking to the sky
To, see the crash, that took them
And ask, the question, "Why?"
There will be, some looking down
And, trying to find release
Amongst the structures that "they" build
But, there will be no peace.
They were killed in an attempt
To hurt, the almighty dollar
Now, "they" want to put the greed
Right back, into that "holler".
The most expensive land on Earth
With some(?) dollars, for each "BEING"
But, more profits for "the few"
Is all we will, be seeing.
That hallowed ground, is for the rich
To make, "their" profits soar
As if "they" didn’t have enough
All "they" want, is more.
Even, sixteen acres won’t replace
A small part, of the pain
Of, those lost souls, innocent
We’ll, never see again.
September 2, 2002
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An Anniversary Coming Soon...An anniversary coming soon With no celebration A day to observe What's happened to our nation. Maybe, this time will be different That, we won't soon, forget And we'll remember day to day That, it's not over, yet. August 14, 2002 |
BUT, THEY NEVER CAME!
On September eleventh
We all know, New York City
Was shrouded in a cloud
Of, the worst atrocity.
They waited in their scrubs
In the emergency room
Waiting for survivors
To be brought out of the gloom.
They waited on the sidewalks
Stretchers/wheelchairs at hand
Prepared for a disaster
They had, rehearsed and planned.
But, the people never came
As they waited through the night
Then, they began to realize
That, something wasn’t right.
There should have been hundreds
Coming to them, needing care
And the hope started to fade away
As, they impatiently, waited there.
There were a few, brought in
And a few, came on their own
On this most horrific day
New York City’s ever known.
They waited for the people
As thousands called, with a name
Searching for their loved ones
And friends, who never came.
The adrenaline was flowing
As they stood their sad vigil
Wondering when, the rush would start
But, believing that, "It will!"
The day and night came and went
As their hope, began to wane
And their pent-up energy
Turned to helplessness and pain.
Doctors, nurses, technicians
And so many volunteers
Thought of those who never came
And began to shed their tears.
Some still, with a shred of hope
That, in the days to come
Those survivors might be found
At the least, maybe some.
But, the people never came
That, they were waiting for
Because, they waited up above
To get through Heavens’ door.
August 26, 2002
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UNTIL THE END, MY FRIEND
I don’t ever think I’ve had
Unless with, Kennedy
Something move into my soul
And the heart, of me.
The pain I feel inside
For all the human race
Makes me feel ashamed inside
And, want to hide my face.
I know I’ve always known
How cruel, we all could be
But, in the past year
Saw, more, than, I should see.
Nobody deserves
The wrath of the hate
But, then I stop and think
I didn’t have to wait.
I’ve seen it all my life
But, didn’t care to look
Until, I started writing
To put it in a book.
A book, I shouldn’t written
For, the words hurt so deep
And the memories we know
Are very hard, to keep.
But, it will never change
Until, we’re no longer here
Because the human, is the death
Of, life, on Earth, I fear.
August 26, 2002
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FIVE MORE SIDES TO THE STORY
It seems the Towers and Flight 93
Dominate the headline news
But there were many others
Who were as painful to lose.
The men and women at the Pentagon
Who spend each and every day
Working to keep our world safe
And protect, "The American Way".
They could never have imagined
They were there, on the "front line"
In the battle to preserve the "Freedoms"
And the "Rights" of yours and mine.
In the midst of the "battle"
And beginning of the "war"
They stood, and faced the "enemy"
Did their "duty" and, so much more.
So many "heroes" in that building
That we will never, ever know
And so many acts of "bravery"
That the civil/military show.
We should all "salute" them
And bow our heads in prayer
To thank them for their sacrifice
To show them how much we care.
August 27, 2002
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NOT AGAIN?I have the strangest feeling That, on the anniversary There's going to be another Terrorist atrocity. I think they'll try to do it And this time, maybe more Just to show us that, they can Slip, once more through Freedoms' door. It would really be a coup for them To hit us on that day Especially, if we let them Once more, have their way. They could shove it down our throats And make us live in fear Bring the war on terrorism Right back, over here. I hope that I am wrong And there's nothing to it But, I still have that feeling That, they are going to do it. August 21, 2002 |
"LET'S ROLL"(Beamer me up, Toddy)They were on a flight Going from here to there Just another day Each one, without a care. Some were on a cell phone With loved ones or business What they all talked about We can only guess. Then they got the news About WTC And then they realized The next one is "we". Some of them were moved forward The rest moved to the rear And it's hard to imagine The helplessness and fear. But, they must have got to talking And figured out their plight That in the list of "bombers" They were, the next "flight". Wonder what went through their minds And how much, they were "scared" But, when they thought, " The USA" Realized, how much they cared. We think about our "heroes" And those on the "front line" Then, we all heard, "Let's roll" They knew, that it was time. To step up and sacrifice Whatever, it may take And made the call, most of us Won't ever have to make. They stood up for America Knew what they had to do And let's not ever forget They did it, for me and you. Nobody will ever know What went on on that plane We just know, it added to The misery and pain. We all had, had enough On that September day But, they just gave us more To pray for, the same way. They went down in Victory The first against the terrorists Showed the will of Americans Is strong, and still exists. Another bunch, of the lost souls We lost on nine-eleven But they aren't lost for they found Their little niche in heaven. August 20, 2002 |
911 ON 9-11You cowards of the world Don't think, you can rejoice For, hear this message loud and clear From one, united voice. The civilized among us Will make you rue this day And you'll find it won't be worth The price, you'll have to pay. Some say they are "holy wars" But that mighty supreme being Must be cringing from the sights That He has been seeing. I bet He never dreamed That He'd created such as you That the Devil could possess And make you do what you do. He didn't create life on Earth To destroy one another You might think you'll go to Heaven But, you'll end up in the "other". When people kill their fellowman In the name of their "Maker" All of them end up as The worst kind of "forsaker". Religious zealots have killed more Than, for any other reason And it has been the worst kind Of, what some may call treason. An affront to all that's right That's decent and humane Strong beliefs are okay Until, they become, INSANE! You didn't strike America You hurt every human soul And you gave us all resolve To thwart your evil goal. You are less than animals Worse than rats from the sewer A mutant of our species That this world has to endure. But, your days are numbered Hear this, above the painful wail That people of good will and heart Are the ones, who will, prevail. |
CATHEDRAL OF TEARS
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A DIFFERENT CALLINGThis year the "Memorial" has changed It's different than those past A different kind of war From a different, "stone cast". The battle is at Freedom's doorstep With heroes of a different kind Now, all of us are "Soldiers" Against, the terrorists "sick" mind. Civilians have always been A part of every war But, in this day and age We must do, so much more. If we expect to win this Battle We must all join hands In a strong, determined circle With, Freedom lovers from all lands. This world has changed forever "The American Way" There's so much more at stake Than, the way we live and play. Since 9-11 we're learning The horrors of this world Can even come to where Freedoms Flag is, unfurled. This day was meant to Honor All, Military Heroes have endured Now, we all could join their Ranks If our resolve, is not assured. So, let us all take a moment To respect all those, "Fallen" And vow, we're all up to the task Of this, different "Calling". May 26, 2002 |
VETERANS ALLWell! We're in a different world Than, what, we ever knew It will never, be the same As it was, for me and you. I think that, since 9/11 Some words forever changed Like the meaning of "Veteran" Has been, re-arranged. Now, we all are fighters For our "freedoms' cause" If we don't stand, be counted We'll have lost, "the cause, that was!" On this Veterans' Day In this "land of the free" We honor those, who gave all Those with us, and those, yet to be. We honor those who perished In attacks upon our shore And those hunting evildoers Who came through our "open door". We honor all Americans And freedom lovers of the world Where flags like, "The Stars And Stripes" Fly in the breeze, unfurled. I think from this day forth All patriotic celebrations Will always give us pause To these new, realizations. We must rid this Earth Of those "Devils" and their goals With terror on their minds Within their hateful souls. So, here's to all the Veterans Who have made "Freedom Ring" And, those around the world Who know! We have a "special" thing. November 11, 2001 |
JULY THE FOURTH, TWO THOUSAND TWOI wonder what those folks would think (Those, who wrote our Freedom's Declaration) Would they believe, those happenings That have, forever changed our Nation. Would they believe, some terrorists Are, from our Country, homegrown Spreading hate, death, and destruction In the Homeland of their own. Would they believe our "open door" Has ushered in our enemy Those who believe we're evil And don't believe in Liberty. What would they think, if they could see Crime running rampant, in the street Guns, drugs, and homeless people And so many more, locked-in, retreat. Would they believe, Freedoms treasured Have been twisted all around To where the criminals civil rights Beat the victims, to the ground. Would they believe, that businesses Most of them, big and small Treat their employees as the pawns To reach, "the bottom line", that's all. Would they believe, those voted to Office Who we should trust, to guide the way Can't be trusted, most of the time To live up to what, they say. What would they think, would they rewrite And would they take exception To what we did, with what they wrote In The Declaration Of Independence. June 21, 2002 |
IT’S NINE TO ELEVEN
Two years of hurt and misery
That seems, like yesterday
To think, it still brings tears
At least, does me that way.
Can’t imagine, with a loved one
Or, even a close friend
Guess, I could be far removed
It wasn’t mine, who met their end.
But, in that days’ memory
A little bit of each loved soul
Adds their little, special bit
That, makes up, the whole.
A small piece of all Americans
And, all people who live free
Bring a little something, to it
To what, the rest, will see.
So, we must show resolve
Not, let them see us sway
Except, when our heads bow
For, those lost, that day.
Nine days to eleven, 2003
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