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Mandaluna New Member |
posted 10-11-2001 04:24 PM
  
Can we answer evil with love? IP: Logged |
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Roberta Singer New Member |
posted 10-11-2001 05:03 PM
An avalanche of ash disappears the world outside my window.
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Rennie Member |
posted 10-11-2001 05:35 PM
With every breath, we take them in (for the Crisis collaborative poem) IP: Logged |
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Rennie Member |
posted 10-11-2001 05:37 PM
With every breath we take them in. IP: Logged |
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Georgia A. Popoff New Member |
posted 10-11-2001 06:59 PM
And what of shoes? Lasts formed to footfall a shower of shoes well heeled worn with such life... Single shoes line shoulders like roadkill IP: Logged |
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kaye New Member |
posted 10-12-2001 12:32 AM
brother does not know who to call. He sleeps under his bed with briefcase, the day's sandwich still uneaten IP: Logged |
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sekeena New Member |
posted 10-12-2001 08:48 AM
hot september spilled through the windows into every cavern of thought IP: Logged |
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Gary Mex Glazner Member |
posted 10-12-2001 11:47 AM
That dirge we call life. That spinning jig to the dying end. Nothing sound madness our only music. IP: Logged |
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Gary Mex Glazner Member |
posted 10-12-2001 11:49 AM
That dirge we call life. That spinning jig to the dying end. Nothing sound madness our only music. IP: Logged |
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joedobkin Member |
posted 10-12-2001 05:16 PM
Muslims are the new Commies -someone tells me this is simpleminded But when has the U.S. Gov't NOT pulled something off? The taliban comes and goes But it was always about the economy. we are only stronger now, more united, more AMERICAN, i.e. ready for war. Get ready for the train to Kabul. IP: Logged |
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joedobkin Member |
posted 10-12-2001 05:19 PM
I want to get a tattoo on my chest That says the first thing I thought IP: Logged |
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hollybass New Member |
posted 10-12-2001 05:57 PM
this isn't the poem i wanted to write where is the rock the funk the soul the color sifting our tongues out to heaven? IP: Logged |
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Gwen D. Haaland New Member |
posted 10-13-2001 10:59 AM
While birdsong floats from freedoms forest as if to contradict the sinister acts from afar. IP: Logged |
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pinionhalo5 Member |
posted 10-13-2001 01:42 PM
And in our yearning for peace, and while we wait, I shall pray for you. IP: Logged |
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mighty_purple New Member |
posted 10-13-2001 04:53 PM
While we are innundated by the propaganda of terrorism which blames others, we are blind to the fact that it is our nation that is becoming the terroist. But how would it look to have a picture of the American Flag as one of the FBI's most wanted? The patriotism of our country is becoming the anthrax of today...will anyone realize it before it's too late? Like lemmings, we all instinctivly follow the first in line. Can't we see that we're being led off a cliff? And once we fall; there will be no way to get back up. [This message has been edited by mighty_purple (edited 10-13-2001).] IP: Logged |
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Lirani New Member |
posted 10-13-2001 09:42 PM
It was hard, that first time across the GW Bridge. Where the pair of thousands had lived and died, my memory blinked (were they in the center? on the right?) When someone else in the bus started humming the Air Force song; he's enlisting, you know. I was quiet eyes, across the Bridge that day. It was hard. IP: Logged |
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StarGazerLilly New Member |
posted 10-14-2001 09:45 PM
watching nbc teary eyed grasping those we love fear rips out my tongue and i'm left defenseless IP: Logged |
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erik Member |
posted 10-15-2001 03:45 PM
to silence fear, to anchor life. IP: Logged |
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mgarvey New Member |
posted 10-15-2001 05:20 PM
I stand on a pier across the river from the absence and the smoke watch someone try to light a candle but his tears keep putting it out IP: Logged |
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klonskyj New Member |
posted 10-15-2001 06:17 PM
I can no longer determine what is the worst thing. IP: Logged |
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crauch New Member |
posted 10-15-2001 07:07 PM
Oculus is blinded by the heat and ash, Seeing no more in the crowded tunnels. Close, sleep, rest in peace. IP: Logged |
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pinionhalo5 Member |
posted 10-15-2001 10:16 PM
But what does it matter. IP: Logged |
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Leonore New Member |
posted 10-15-2001 10:30 PM
At 5 p.m.,up high, across our untouched Brooklyn sky, float thousands of unmoored survivors: papers flashing and glittering in between the rays of sun. Mournful, horrifying, they journey in their beauty above us, beyond us, graceful shards of fire. My son asks, IP: Logged |
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ansho New Member |
posted 10-16-2001 11:13 AM
twirling and twirling, shadows become blades— call me survivor —Daniel Paley Ellison IP: Logged |
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joedobkin Member |
posted 10-16-2001 04:33 PM
"drop a sandwich, drop a bomb. drop a sandwich, drop a bomb." IP: Logged |
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joedobkin Member |
posted 10-16-2001 05:28 PM
The last thing lovers hear Elemental and slowly Is everyone just spilling A new way to hurt My first Lesson in time To settle on the outside I'd lie to your lies A ton of thunder "I have to catch a bus to The worst place in the world" With my torment Woke an angel Hanging against the bible Tongue money Tasting the old History seems inevitable Time is a poison Take it like an angel The beginning of my eyes I nominate the silence You wore the sun A cloak of justice and juice I've saved up on reality Living so long in dreams IP: Logged |
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BOWSTBOOKS Member |
posted 10-17-2001 12:14 AM
quote: Are you awake? This is no dream Not one I know Nor nightmare Never has it been viewed Like Rain Invisible tears Falling off cheeks to the ground Saturated in sadness Absorbed Like rain they fall Streaming in the night Behind a veil Hidden from view Alone in silence Do they wash away the pain? Sadness and sorrows drained Released Into the night Througghout the day Like rain Falling Endless Replenishing life Invisible tears Countless Falling off cheeks Into the ground Saturated In sadness IP: Logged |
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dck134 New Member |
posted 10-17-2001 12:46 PM
Once a universe falling, now a microcosmic militia invades our homes, lives, and bodies with killing snow and bleeding intentions. IP: Logged |
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Paula Panzarella New Member |
posted 10-17-2001 12:51 PM
I HAVE BEEN EATING NONSTOP SINCE 8:48 AM, SEPTEMBER 11TH Hearing about the jet crash into the World Trade Center made Then the South Tower was hit.
So that’s how this whole week has been now and IP: Logged |
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joedobkin Member |
posted 10-17-2001 03:07 PM
"...My eyes have seen these acts so foreign to human nature, and now I tremble as I write..." Bartolome de las Casas IP: Logged |
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ramzi New Member |
posted 10-17-2001 04:53 PM
in a dream I saw you crumble like sand castles IP: Logged |
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Annelise New Member |
posted 10-17-2001 10:15 PM
I knew it would never be the same the fire taking over what would eventually crumble and change our lives forever I prayed for you and watched as debris and fire fell over my head like confetti IP: Logged |
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Susan Katz Member |
posted 10-18-2001 10:56 AM
then finding the lost words of poets IP: Logged |
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erik Member |
posted 10-18-2001 12:22 PM
of stirs and swipes flagging down Right & Wrong IP: Logged |
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jfrej New Member |
posted 10-18-2001 12:33 PM
from a brooklyn terrace, i saw paper glinting in the smoky sky like stars at noon IP: Logged |
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Claudia Alick New Member |
posted 10-18-2001 08:46 PM
it's like a magic trick a trick that always works even when we cheat because we do not know the rules IP: Logged |
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Mauree Pendergrast New Member |
posted 10-19-2001 12:09 PM
for submission to add to this poem: your cell phone call IP: Logged |
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BOWSTBOOKS Member |
posted 10-19-2001 09:50 PM
[B]for submission to add to this poem: Our voice stream washed away, drowning in the crashing tidal wave IP: Logged |
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rube New Member |
posted 10-21-2001 01:35 PM
tremor of voices who was listening when the planes crashed into your skull enraged and i want to go home tonight IP: Logged |
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godiva_rides New Member |
posted 10-21-2001 06:32 PM
When the last particle of dust is swept away, the last twisted shard removed, We shall turn to a question already raised... How shall we mark this resting place? This endless moment? This senseless pain? This unifying cause? And in the end the way we answer will show our unassailable strength: Here, a garden where things grow. Here, a building where work is accomplished, Here, a path to the future of the world. IP: Logged |
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