Zo'n fucking goede gedichten

[Dropkick-Dick]

From: Del aka Abe Jones, submitted: 08/21/2002 8:47:49 AM

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"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.

Another bunch, of the lost souls
We lost on nine-eleven
But they aren't lost for they found
Their little niche in heaven.

Del aka Abe Jones
8-20-02


9/11

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.


WHERE WAS I ?

I was feeling kind of ill
And stayed home that day
Was watching the morning news
As usual, that's my way.

Katie, Matt, Ann and Al
Were doing what they do best
But, little did they know
About that day of "our test".

I don't remember what the "news" was
Probably the same old thing
There were some elections
Part of what, makes "Freedom Ring".

Then, the "breaking news"
About a "terrible accident"
Even that was bad enough
But, much worse, where it went.

I called a friend at work
And while I talked to her
The second plane struck
And then I felt the "terror".

The tears began to flow
And my heart began to ache
As I hoped, it was a bad dream
Or some terrible mistake.

But, as that day went on
In a blurred, slow motion haze
I realized our country's history
Had moved to an unknown phase.

The security of our borders
Had been forever changed
And they way we think about ourselves
Drastically re-arranged.

We're in the "real world" now
And, that's so sad, I thought
But, we'll have to make the best of it
Whether we like it, or not.

A year has come, to pass
But, that day will linger here
In my heart and mind
As, I shed another tear.

I hope we've learned some lessons
But, I do it with some doubt
Because, hate, greed and jealousy
Is, what mankind seems to tout.

Del aka Abe Jones
8-18-02


911 ON 9-11

You 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

Jutting from the rubble
Up through the smoky haze
Like spires of a Cathedral
Where the "believer" prays.


Seven stories of heartache
Left from the hundred-ten
Of those two mighty towers
Never to be seen again.


For thousands who have perished
And the loved ones they leave
A monument to all of us
Who shed our tears, and grieve.


In its eerie setting
There was a sort of beauty
Standing guard over those
Who died doing their duty.


A strange sense of peace
Amidst the scene of ruin
As others search for comrades
Who died, doing what they're doing.


There's been heroes by the hundreds
And some stories, never known
But in God's Cathedral
They'll sit upon His throne.


The "Cathedral Of Tears"
Will last in our mind's eye
As we bow our heads
And ask, "Why, dear Lord? Why?"


THE WHOLE HEARTLAND

I wrote about the heartland
When the Murrah Building fell
And I thought at that time
We'd had a taste of "hell".

But, to see "The Towers"
Over NYC
Fall into the ground
Took, the heart out of me.

Knowing all those souls
With nowhere to run
Like looking down the barrel
Of a cocked, loaded gun.

Watching people jump
To a certain, horrid death
Made me wonder what I'd say
With my last, final breath.

Or looking out the window
To watch, that "hell" doomed plane
As it crashed into me
Through, that shattered window pane.

The terror in my mind
And my helpless reeling
As my body blew away
Into that deathly feeling.

Knowing all those loved ones
That I would never see
Would bow their heads in sorrow
And say, a prayer for me.

But, prayers don't seem to do
All that, we think they should
And most the time we wonder
If prayers do any good.


Does "He" really care?
Has "He " ever heard?
Does, "He" really listen
To, our "private word"?

And if, "He" does hear them
Why does "He" forsake "them"
When we try to do it right
Even, followed by "Amen".

Can "He" be so cruel
That, "He" will make us pay
For, that "bite of the apple"
That, sent us all this way.

I guess, sometimes the "Devil"
Might have the upper hand
And give us pain and heartbreak
So, we will understand.

We have to take the good things
That, delve into our heart
As well, as the bad
That, break our heart, apart.

Abe
10-30-01



A DIFFERENT CALLING

This 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".

Del "Abe" Jones
May 26, 2002


VETERANS ALL


Well! 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.

Abe
Sunday, November 11, 2001


JULY THE FOURTH, TWO THOUSAND TWO


I 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 exceptance
To what we did, with what they wrote
In The Declaration Of Independence.


echt joh. elke keer als ik die beelden zie of hoor. maar deze gedichten zijn echt mooi. mensen hebben die geschreven over mensen die ze zijn verloren bij 9- 11 (11-09-01

[light fighter]

Dop??????????

Iets zegt mij dat de titel niet klopt!!!!!!! zo'n fucking goede gedichten dat kan niet. Het moet zijn zulke fucking goede gedichten

[Joostje]

skatboard schreef op 26-10-2003 @ 09:52:
Dop??????????

Iets zegt mij dat de titel niet klopt!!!!!!! zo'n fucking goede gedichten dat kan niet. Het moet zijn zulke fucking goede gedichten

zulke slechte gedichten

[Lucky Duck]

Als je zoveel weet te schrijven over een onderwerp vind ik het al niet echt goed meer en bovendien zijn het in mijn ogen gewoon slechte gedichten. De rijm die ik zie loopt niet lekker en het heeft allemaal dezelfde toon; wat is Amerika toch goed en wat zijn we toch zielig omdat die slechte mannen ons hebben aangevallen. Bah.

edit: ik zie net dat het door verschillende mensen geschreven is? Onder een aantal staat dezelfde naam, maar de rest komt dus van anderen? -Er zijn er dus meer die zo slecht schrijven?!

[Ieke]

Dit is meer wat voor DoP
--->DoP

[Woodstock]

slecht, nee. pathetisch, middelmatig en eenzijdig, ja.

[Anne]

Heb je bronvermelding? (internetadres ofzo) En toestemming om dit hier te plaatsen? Want anders is het, ondanks dat je de schrijvers vermeldt, toch plagiaat en dat mag hier niet.

heel erg vertellerig

Anneee schreef op 26-10-2003 @ 16:29:
Heb je bronvermelding? (internetadres ofzo) En toestemming om dit hier te plaatsen? Want anders is het, ondanks dat je de schrijvers vermeldt, toch plagiaat en dat mag hier niet.

Iemand probeert autoritair over te komen.

[Gothic]

a new nose schreef op 26-10-2003 @ 16:43:
Iemand probeert autoritair over te komen.

Daar is een FB nou eenmaal voor... Get a life

Gothic schreef op 26-10-2003 @ 16:47:
Daar is een FB nou eenmaal voor... Get a life

De schrijver/schrijfster zou al lang blij zijn als zijn/haar gedicht met naam geplaatst werd. Ben je als dichter gvd een artiest of een marketeer?