Open Poetry #17 |
Do Not Call Me A Hero |
Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Do Not Call Me A Hero ~*Marge Tindal*~ Do not call me a hero though I fell from a concrete sky to lay among the rubble as the world paused to cry I am just a victim of an evil force from afar who sent demonic messengers to inflict another scar upon the face of Lady Liberty for reasons we don't understand Devastating terror he showed in the massacre unleashed from his hand No, I am not a hero the heroes are the ones unsung who still dig among the shattered ruins digging up bones - digging up bones trying to bring us home Bring us home - so that a loved one can put our name upon a stone To remember who we were before they were left all alone Call me what I am a victim of unleashed hatred running rampant without pause construed as collateral damage of a madman's cause The real heroes will be the ones who bring the demon's bones to atone before the Mighty Maker in judgement for what he's done *Surfacing thoughts of the families who have to spend the holidays without those loved ones lost in the September 11, 2001 attacks on America* ~May we all take a quiet moment of prayer to lift them in their sorrow~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
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Startime Member Ascendant
since 2000-10-03
Posts 5918Canada |
*sigh* a stunning tribute. You are so right. Many families will have a much sadder Christmas because of the actions of a madman. **big hugs** thank you for reminding me. Love I leave with you whether it is in your life now or yet the essense of your dreams. |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
They are in my prayers, Marge... were even before I read this beautiful tribute... for though fear has struck our hearts, our family has hope... and sympathy abounding. And might I add... I agree? *S* |
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SEA
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Member Seraphic
since 2000-01-18
Posts 22676with you |
Yesterday, my kids talked about 9-11 and how it still hurts. I was blown away that it still affected them. It does me too. I just didn't realize, the impact it has had on them. This is good timing Marge. We should never forget. Thank you for this and yes, my prayers go to all the families. |
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Mistletoe Angel
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
(tears fall down my cheeks) Oh Marge, this is so very heartbreaking indeed, my heart goes out to all those poor victims and their families, and may we all give them our love and hope to them all as Christmas nears, and let us behold the angel on top of the tree, reminding us that His love will always guide us all, and protect and offer compassion to them all. (wipes tears) I too join you in your prayers! God Bless You, sweet friend! (kiss on cheek) You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Marge, thank you for sharing! May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton |
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Charisma
since 2000-09-30
Posts 5906lost in blue pages |
thank you for sharing your beautiful thoughts, dear Lady ((hugs)) Charisma |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Marge..The sentiment in this beautiful poem is so touching..I really appreciate that heart of yours! Love you lots! |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
Powerfully written truth, Marge. The overused word hero is in danger of losing its meaning, and somehow takes the focus off those who perpetrated the dirty deed. Thank you for this honest heartfelt poem of tribute. Those who are still out there digging are real heros. |
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Magnus
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA |
Marge....thank you very much for writing and sharing this reminder to each of us. We, who were not personally hurt are very fortunate....Yet...all of us have been deeply touched by this tragedy... |
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Daniel J D Senior Member
since 2000-10-01
Posts 1471Hillcrest, Queensland, Australia |
The magtitude and depth of the evilness that was September 11 will never be erased from the will and boundless quest for liberty of all peace loving people. We have to march on and fulfil the greatest dream of all, freedom from evil. Respond to my call and let the waves of my heart fill your life with the wonders of love (Daniel J D) [This message has been edited by Daniel J D (edited 12-12-2001).] |
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Rogue24 Member
since 2001-12-01
Posts 111Ontario, Canada |
A very beautiful write Marge, HUGS tight, my mind goes racing back to those images on tv when there were excitement in the streets at thots of finding a survivor. My thots go to hope not despair, as I feel there is too much of that in the world. My wish to all for a happy and safe holiday season. Many Hugs, thank you bringing this lovely write to our eyes and hearts. Ter. Alone in the dark, through my thoughts comfort I do seek, through my words I find peace. |
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vlraynes Member Rara Avis
since 2000-07-25
Posts 8229Somewhere... out there... |
Marge- You've been reading my mind again. Just last night, I was thinking...remembering... and thought it was time for a reminder. I should have known that you'd 'hear' me. Thanks so much for this. Love you soooooo much! Hugs, ~Vicky "...until you have read the verse on his heart, |
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kaile
since 2000-02-06
Posts 5146singapore |
they will be remembered.. i mean, how can the rest of the world not remember? HUGS |
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Balladeer
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
Marge, you pen my exact thoughts on this one. Heroes are not heroes by virtue of being victims. Heroes bring the evil to justice that created victims...what a wonderful thought to put into poetic form... |
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Duncan Member Ascendant
since 2001-08-07
Posts 5455 |
I love it when you tell it like it is, Marge! |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
***Thank you all so much for taking a moment to remember~ *Special friend* ... and you know who you are, you give me such joy~ *Hugs* ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Time, again, to reverently remember~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
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