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September Storm
"September Storm" by Jim Tice
The Eleventh of September was Solemn
Scenes of Sadness..Suffering..Smoke and Fire
As The Cameras Rolled Relentlessly On
Showing the Death Dance of the Twins.....
Airplane Arrows Pierced Their Hearts and Ours
Staring in Wonder At the Madness of Madmen
Called Terrorists and Ji Hadists...and Extremists
Killers Whose Heaven is Hell .Making..
War with Little Children and Innocent Souls..
Of People Who Never Even Wished Them Harm
But who Died Horrible Deaths From Atrocious Acts
As the Twins Crumbled with Broken Backs...
Fuel Fed Flames consuming People and Pentagon
Crashing Chaos of Death and Destruction of Life ...
But Not The Spirit You See..The Flag of Liberty
Still Flying Among the bloody Scene of Inhumanity....
editors note. This poem was originally published on Partizane on January 24, 2009. I feel it only fitting that it be reloaded to our front page where it shall remain on top for the day. The original comments will also be left and we ask that people please add your own 9/11 story.
Thank you mountain lion, you honor us with this tribute. nh 9/10/2009 7 PM est.
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Thank You so Much for Posting this here HAMPSTER..and for your kind Comments also..i'm grateful you liked it enough to Post here..it an honor...Thanks everyone who read and commented on my zHeartfelt Thoughts of that September Day..
Like the Frequent theme here..NEVER AGAIN
I remember it like yesterday.
Like millions of others I was deeply effected by the terrorist attacks of 9/11. My daughter was a new freshman at NYU, incredibly excited about moving to the city of her dreams. Her dorm was on 4th street, about 20 blocks from Ground Zero.
She called my cell phone to tell me she had just watched a plane fly into the World Trade Center.
Walking back from crew practice across Washington Square that morning she joined the street people in amazement as a plane flew over their heads towards the WTC. She and her parents are forever changed but very much alive and thankful for the wonderful and resilient people of New York City.
I took this photo during our first visit a couple of weeks after the students returned. The three guards resting under the Odd Job sign seems well, odd. It really captures the mixed feelings we had while gawking yet participating in a pilgrimage we had to make.
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we need more poetry right now, in this hyperspeed age of twitter tweets and thought fragments.
Bravo, Lion.
That's a very moving poem Mountain Lion. Life can change in the blink of an eye, and it surely did that day. Never forget, never forget.
Paints quite a picture. Thanks for posting it!
I just realized it was 9/11, and I'm embarassed. Thank you for the tribute, and the important reminder.
I was a New Yorker on 9/11, but happened to have begun a theatrical tour just weeks before. I had been working in 7 World Trade all summer. At rehearsal in Boston, a fellow actor came in and said that his father had called, and that some planes had knocked down the Twin Towers. It sounded so crazy, our director told him his father was mistaken, and we continued on with rehearsal for another hour unaware. Only when my fiance called me to say they watched the towers go down from their 37th floor view at Rockefeller Center did I find out. We raced to a television in a bar across the street, and I bawled my eyes out. I remember thinking a nuclear war might break out.