A Bad Day In September
People woke up on a September day
Not knowing what price they would pay
The Twin Towers stood so tall
Who ever knew they would fall
Reaching high, up to the sky
People lived and people died
There was smoke, people screaming
What the heck, was I dreaming?
Planes hit the towers
In the early morning dawn
Everyone knew something was wrong
Chaos, confusion, aghast, looks of fright
Running screaming terror in sight
Where were you on the day?
Where you there?
Did you stop and stare?
Stare in shock?
Stare and scream?
People were fighting to get free
Families calling on the phone
Hoping to hear “I’ll be home”
Instead they heard
“I love you and goodbye”
Give my kids a kiss
And tell them they will be missed
Once twin towers
Now ground zero
We’d like to say
“Your our hero”
To all the hero’s
How brave you are
Risking your life
For one for all
We want to say
Thank you god bless!
You’re the best
People woke up on that September day
Not knowing what price they would pay
Our lives are forever changed
But are faith and freedom
Will stay the same
poem by Emmy Huffman
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Jump To Heaven
Hijacked planes flown into, for terror attack;
A heart shrilling scene, impossible to forget:
the view of smoking and blazing towers;
rising from both sides, flames of the fire.
Stood aghast watching buildings burn;
People disbelieved, shrieked and stunned.
Some people trapped on the floors of upper,
towers collapsed, sending plume of dust into air.
Many chose to jump instead of dying from fire
Sky looked raining human rather than water;
Though they knew the path they had chosen
Was also leading via earth to the same heaven.
poem by S.D. Tiwari
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Twin Towers
When I was but a tiny child
Back when the world was new
My parents like twin towers stood
And everything was true
My father died at Eighty one
Peacefully asleep
My mother lived ten years alone
In the house up from main Street
The Century turned over then
In the new millennium
When Mother in the nursing home
reached her journey’s end.
Your first impulse must be to cry
When towers fall, when people die
If Brick and stone- you build anew
If of flesh- the monument is you.
poem by John F. McCullagh
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Twin Towers in the Clouds
They rose above the Clouds
as my charter passed downtown.
An April day dawning,
thirty thousand feet from ground.
It was as if they, alone, had been spared
And all New York was gone.
The future was quite different,
Something I could not have known.
Two other planes approaching
on a clear September morn.
changed utterly, the world;
Twin Towers, smoking, gone.
The death of one or several men
Might barely give us pause,
but as we read two thousand names
We’re still fighting two wars.
Peace continues to elude us
No matter whom we catch or kill.
Sometimes, in dreams, I think I see
the towers standing still.
But in the cold grey light of morning
I know I never will.
poem by John F. McCullagh
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Another Sad Anniversary of 911
I remember the day when the terrorists shocked
Our world. I remember that sad and dark day.
Two planes crashed into the Twin Towers, other hijacked
Plane hit the Pentagon and another one landed
In Pennsylvania and exploded; all aboard died.
Thousands innocent people lost their lives.
I vividly remember that infamous day.
Thousands of people could not get away.
Millions of people panicked, millions cried.
I will always remember that day, where countless lives
Were changed forever. Thank God that the number one
Killer is now dead. Thank God that other killers can simply run
And hide; they cannot plan like that anymore,
They do not have the means to hurt us anymore.
The Almighty God is good all the time,
Even after being the victim of an egregious crime.
I will always remember 9/11,
Even when I'll reach ninety seven.
May God bless America!
May God protect America!
poem by Hebert Logerie
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September Eleven Anniversary, USA
Another year has gone away
Another September has come
The memories of that fateful day
Will linger on alive today
“The chaos,
The pathos
The tragedy
Sans remedy! ”
No more are there Twin Towers
Razed to ground by evil powers!
Unleashed was Hell upon the earth
Lives precious lost for no reason!
Sad memories are evergreen
It proved what terrorists have been
It showed their hearts, wicked and mean
a sample of that seen, unseen!
A glorious nation’s people meet
Their hearts in unison all beat
“Let stronger towers arise neat
Let’s undo the enemies’ feat”
“Terrorism must be wiped out,
Most anguished souls simply cry out!
A few insane shan’t spoil the peace
Of millions, innocent with ease! ”
‘May hope rebuild towers anew! ’
poem by John Celes
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Recently
Recently i've been
All of content and dreaming i have been
'cause i been lately seeing
Quite a bit of this woman live on my street
People stare and we just ignore everything
People stare and we just ignore them
And they go away, go away
She comes to me
I watch her drink
I watch her comb her hair
Both say that we never before have
Felt as recently
People stare and we just ignore
What's the use in hiding out
She says all the time
Let their eyes do the worrying about
She and me go to places quiet
Where we are quite alone
Kiss and we hold together
We will be until we done
People stare and we just ignore
What's the use in hiding out
She says all the time
Let their eyes do the worring about
Both say the we never before
Never before have felt as recently
People stare and we just ignore everything
People stare and we just ignore them
And they go away, go away
song performed by by Dave Matthews Band
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People Need People
People need people to
Put up shelves
To be themselves
And to laugh with
To unblock blocked toilets
To make their sandwhiches
And watch T.V with
People need people
To live with
To argue and forgive with
And to agree to disagree
To have something
To have someone from which to break free!
People need people to
Be quiet
To stage a riot
To eat fish with
Or afternoon tea
To have someone from somewhere to break free from
People need people
To rush with
To crush with
In the first train in
And the last train home
People need people
For someone to be with
To been seen with
And for having a reason for being alone
People need people to sing with
To cry with and die with
To sigh say goodbye with
People need people to get lost in
That early morning frost in the throng
To have someone to fight with
To kiss goodnight with
To simply have somewhere to belong!
And not to belong
After all people need people, big, fat thin, tall, and very small,
People need people that's a fact,
And that's that, and that's all!
poem by Yvette Smith
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Nine-Eleven', Seven Years On
Acrostic:
Terrorism at its worst can strike most anywhere,
Evil and so wicked, and corrupt beyond compare.
Remember that September in the early morning?
Remember the Twin Towers, falling without warning?
Overpowering vibrations zigzagged through the air,
Recurring and constant, was the crying of despair...
In anguishing horror, those innocent people died.
Such sadness and heartache forever will abide.
May God forgive suicidal factions, for they see not
~~~~ the outcome of their ruinous actions ~~~~
poem by Joyce Hemsley
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Join Hands All People
So many lives changed, so many lost
America fights for It’s freedom, at any cost
Our freedom will never succumb to evil or hate
But this day lives forever in our hearts
September 11th is this date.
Our dead lay before us in the destruction and flames
We look to Bin Laden as the one to blame
The Pentagon in Washingtion, in NY the Twin Towers
After the destruction, the cowards hide and cower.
Join hands all People, join hands in peace and love
Raise your voices in prayer to our Savior above
The war rages on but only through God will we succeed
This war on evil will be won if we let the Lord lead.
On September 11th we witnessed the evil that came from the sky
Causing the strongest of Nations to get on their knees and cry
Love will prevail over this evil and hate
but we’ll always remember the sadness caused on this date.
Our Nation with God’s help will be stronger than before
Gods’ people have opened their hearts and entered His open door
Together, all people, joined as one,
This is how this war on evil will be conquered and won.
Join hands all People, join hands in peace and love
Raise your voices in prayer to our Savior above
The war rages on but only through God will we succeed
This war on evil will be won if we let the Lord lead.
Bless and guide our leaders to make decisions in your name
Forgive the evildoers that caused this destruction and pain
Bring our Nation together joined as One
This is how this war on evil will be won.
poem by Sandra Finch
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9/11 September 11
in remembrance of the people who have lost their lives on a dreadful day
this wont be so much of a poem, but I've got something to say
On September 11th people all over the world will remember that day. So much violence and hatred in this world. It is so unfair to the parents who had to endure this day knowing their child iss somewhere else than with you at a time like this. It is also unfair to the people who died because of people's careless acts. September will always be a day of silence for me. Knowing that my parent got deeply affected by peoples acts.
I bow my head in silence.
Pantun - Twin Towers Kuala Lumpur
KL Twin Towers mencakar langit minda
rakyat dan negara bersepadu
tegak, cerah, lurus, berwibawa
mencapai matlamat dengan laju
Twin Towers touches the sky of our mind
the people and country together
strong, bright, straight and credible
working towards a vision with speed
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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September Eleventh,2001
SEPTEMBER 11TH,2001
We won’t soon forget that September morning,
As we stared unbelieving at Hell in the skies.
When cowards came calling without mercy or warning,
And left us dumbfounded with tears in our eyes.
Thick smoke and flames stole a beautiful blue sky,
As cold fear and raw panic manifest in us all.
Then the whole of creation looked up and cried “why”,
As those twin towers shuddered and started their fall.
Deadly confetti fluttered down on the breeze,
As those in the streets ran hard for their lives.
Even the tough guys felt weak in the knees,
As people world wide lost husbands and wives.
What sort of demons would conceive such a deed,
And have the gall to do it in the name of our God?
May he pity the savages with such hatred to feed,
Martyrs to Satan, like peas in a pod.
First blood is drawn and the line has been crossed,
And the fate of mankind lays out on the table.
This terror must stop no matter the cost,
Keepers of the peace be vigilant and able.
Lessons are taught but to soon forgot,
Complacency rewards a life void of war.
The giant’s awoke for the battle to be fought,
Remember September for now and evermore.
poem by Michael Barker
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ABC's for Kaitey
Somewhere,
People are crying,
People are dying.
Somehow,
People are starving,
People are dreaming,
People are so angry they are screaming.
Somehow,
this is happening,
and nothing is stopping.
I am crying,
and I am dying.
I am dreaming,
but yet screaming.
Please,
Somewhere,
Somehow,
Hear me,
'Cuz I don't want to scream.
poem by Kaitey Cat
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Inspired By A Radio Story
Monarch butterflies were flitting above the smoke
And one of the New York firemen dousing the still smouldering ashes spoke
Saying those are the souls of the many who died here
On silent wings to heaven's gate they near.
The souls of those who died on that September day
Towards a better World now slowly wing their way
Of all sufferings and troubles now quite free
For to re-live in love and joy and harmony.
The smoke from the smouldering ashes their souls did release
And they now can live forever more in peace
In that paradise somewhere beyond the skies
The fireman wiped the teardrops from his eyes.
On September the eleventh New York's blackest day
When tragedy came to the U.S.A.
The great Twin Towers by aerial terrorists destroyed
And the souls still live of all of those who died.
Butterflies flew towards the sunlight above the clouds of smoke
And his comrades listened as the fireman spoke
And said those are the souls of the people who died here
On silent wings towards heaven's gate they near.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Freedom's Battle-Song
RED, white, blue, the flag that leads us on,
Stripes as red as blood well shed by many a hero gone.
Now 'tis ours to storm the towers of tyranny and wrong,
Freedom's sons who front the guns with Freedom's battle-song.
Fly the flag from dome and steeple,
Fly the flag from home and school,
Flag of Freedom's birth,
While we battle that the rule
Of the people
By the people
For the people
Shall prevail o'er all the earth.
Red, white, blue, the flag that leads us on,
White as peace for whose release our fighting gear we don;
Peace enchained, crushed, profaned, shall yet in beauty stand,
Yet shall bless with fruitfulness her desolated land.
Fly the flag from dome and steeple,
Fly the flag from home and school,
Flag of Freedom's birth
While we battle that the rule
Of the people
By the people
For the people
Shall prevail o'er all the earth.
Red, white, blue, the flag that leads us on,
Blue as skies whose starry eyes shall see our victory won.
Freedom's sons and champions, to her our hearts are true,
We who fight for Human Right, and the Red,
White, Blue.
Fly the flag from dome and steeple,
Fly, the flag from home and school,
Flag of Freedom's birth,
While we battle that the rule
Of the people
By the people
For the people
Shall prevail o'er all the earth.
poem by Katharine Lee Bates
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People Everywhere
People, people everywhere.
The ones you know.
The ones you don’t.
Most blend in a way,
You cannot comprehend.
People, people everywhere.
There are so many out there.
Most pass by your life,
Without knowing your name.
But some, some are different.
People, people everywhere.
Touching your heart,
In a way no ones else can.
Love, fear, hate, pain, joy,
They all come from,
People, people everywhere.
Where do they go when they leave?
Back to a home or cave?
Maybe to pass by your eyes again.
One day, maybe they can stay.
But for now it’s lonely,
For now it hurts,
When you are alone.
When there is no,
People, people everywhere.
poem by Megan Reily
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September 2001
There are times
that always stays with you
and I remember a day
that I stood
with a cool drink
and a bible in my hand
when I saw in a religious book shop
on CNN
how two aircraft
short after each other
go right through the Twin Towers
and flames and smoke
burst out of both buildings.
Unbelief, perplexion, shock
and the knowledge that it’s murder
and a chaotic terrorist deed
hit me like thunder strokes
and I am sorry for the innocent people
that has no opportunity to escape
and I wonder where have humanity gone
and stand glued at the television set
and know that a unstoppable war
is going to arise out of these events
and that more innocent people are going to die.
poem by Gert Strydom
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I Know People
I know people who help you through the night.
And I know people who
fight that very good fight.
And, I know people who're goin for the gold.
And, I know people got them aces so you better fold.
I know people who are quick to light your cigarette.
And, I know people who say 'Buddy, ya ain't seen nothin yet.'
I know people who're workin harder every day.
And I know people who got kids come out to play.
I know people, you know people, said, I'm not so different from you.
Won't you be one of my people who
Who do too.. Won't you be one of my people who.
I know people who
are cruisin up and down the track, and
I know people who
won't be comin back.
I know people ridin too high at the wheel.
And, I know people, there to cut you that dirty deal.
I know people who'll take you into town. And, I know people who
really get around.
And I know people who're buskin up and down the mall.
And, I know people who're gonna take a fall.
I know people, you know people, see, I'm not so different from you?
Won't you be one of my people too. Said, won't you be one of my people who, who do too.
poem by Buddy Bee Anthony
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Under Pressure
Bah bah bah bah bah bah bah bah
Bah bah bah bah bah bah
Pressure pressing down on me
Under pressure
That burns a building down
Splits a family in two
Puts people on streets
Bah bah bah bah bah bah
Bah bah bah bah bah bah
Thats o-kay!
Its the terror of knowing
What this world is about
Watching some good friends
Screaming let me out
Pray tomorrow takes me higher
Pressure on people
Do do do bah bah bah bah
O-kay
Chippin around
Kick my brains around the floor
These are the days
It never rains it pours
People on streets
People on streets
Its the terror of knowing
What this world is about
Watching some good friends
Screaming let me out
Pray tomorrow takes me higher
People people on streets
Turned away from it all
Like a blind man
Sat on fence but it dont work
Keep coming up with love
But its so slashed and torn
Why why why?
Love love love love
Insanity laughs under pressure were cracking
Cant we give ourselves one more chance?
Why cant we give love one more chance?
Why cant we give love give love give love?
Give love give love give love give love give love
Cause loves such an old fashioned word
And love dares you to care
For people on the edge of the night
And love dares you to change our way
Of caring about ourselves
This is our last dance
This is our last dance
This is ourselves under pressure
Under pressure pressure
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A Tribute to September,11 2001
Dawn breaks over the horizon,
the first rays of sunshine
start to warm the air
and brighten the city.
It is a clear blue sky this morning,
it is just perfect.
Everyone buzzes around, ready
to start their morning.
Nothing at all seems to
be wrong or could ruin this day.
No one is aware of the
immanent danger they are in.
New Yorkers rushing to do
all they need to,
not taking a moment to
stop and see the world.
BOOM! ! ! Hundreds of
innocent people, their lives
suddenly go up in flames
as the plane crashes.
Thousands of people below
suddenly stop to see
the inferno inside the building
rage on and the smoke billow out.
This once seemingly great day,
now has threatened us
and the lives of many people,
it is now an attack.
The people below stop to stare,
trying to figure out what
happened for this explosion
to occur inside the building.
No one ever thinks that
a jumbo airliner,
carrying lots of people,
had been hijacked by terrorists.
This plan had been made
long before this day.
The hearts of these men
turned to evil.
Their intent, to kill
thousands of people,
no matter what
race, age or gender.
Everyone and anyone was
a potential target.
Making us all the same.
United in their evil plot.
They studied all of us,
blended in, and learned
how to manipulate our system.
All of us unaware.
Inside the building,
people make their way
to escape, to survive.
Everyone flooding the exits.
While others still are trapped.
Many already know their fate.
They make the decision
to end it sooner, rather than later.
Rather than face the flames,
they jump, their bodies
becoming missiles and don't
stay intact.
Almost as if God, himself,
took them away before
they could ever land.
Horror spreads across the growing crowds.
Just as everyone thinks,
nothing else could possibly happen...
BOOM! ! ! Another plane
crashes into the second building.
More innocent people's lives
stop, just as they were beginning.
Screams and chaos breaks out
in everyone watching.
The world has been turned
upside down and horrors never thought of,
now turn into reality.
Everyone's heart, united in agony.
The clear blue sky is now
tainted with thick black smoke,
the smoke of hatred
from men who saw this as good.
The world seems to stop to watch,
holds their breath and
prays that nothing else happens.
Prays that it is all just a dream.
People at home watching,
pick up the phone and dial
their loves ones to
make sure they are alright.
Others immediately call to
see how they can help
the people in New York.
Ready to do anything.
Just as everything seemed alright,
the building gives way,
the whoosh of air hits
everyone below as it comes crashing.
Ash surrounds everyone.
Pandemonium erupts as
people run for their lives,
almost everyone gets caught in the ash cloud.
Everything goes from color,
to ash grey, connecting everyone again.
Everything looks like statues now
as if time now stands still.
The grey of the ashes
sets and even more depressing
tone to the worst
possible situation.
The earth trembles once again,
as the second building crashes down.
Thousands of lives now lost,
to the hatred of those men.
They had a goal,
and the succeeded in
what they wanted.
Their hatred won...
Men, women, sons, daughters,
Mothers, fathers, friends,
all gone in a matter of seconds.
No one even heard their cries.
But they did not loose
their life in vain.
We as Americans became
stronger and now stand together.
Brave men and women
have gone across seas to
fight to keep our freedom,
in the names of those killed.
Now we stand, hand in hand,
fighting against terrorism.
Fighting for the lives lost,
they will not die in vain.
May we never forget
9-11 and the precious
meaning of life.
May we love more and hate less.
God Bless those people who died,
the people who lost loved ones,
those still fighting for freedom,
and God Bless America.
poem by Jaana Coon
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