Recently some people again thought I was having a poetry contest. I still can't find out where this comes from. Years ago I used to judge The Perl Journal's poetry contest.. which is where the email address came from. But, not sure where it's published as being a general poetry contest. This is why I post peoples poems here.. I didn't ask for them, and since most suck I like to share them and sometimes make funny (subjective) commentary. I'll spare this one since it is about the WTC. For some reason, I can't joke on those.

This one is by Ellen Durrett.

I can smell the burning flesh of people I know;
They are dying around me, like a horror show.
I can not see, I am blinded from the dark, smoke;
Someone grabs my ankle, with fright, I begin to choke.

"Please help me Ellen."cries my boss from below;
"Here, Mr. Kiselawski,"Hurry, the building is going to blow!"
The smoke is getting thick, and the flames are near my head;
My body falls to the floor, I can't breathe, soon I will be dead.

I heard an Angel say,"Look what I have found."
My Angel gently picks me up off the ground.
He said, "The building is going to fall, there is the door."
"Runaway, don't look back, I have to save more.

So I'm runningaway.........

I look back............
My Angel died today.

This poem included a P.S....

This poem is dedicated to all the heros who gave up/risk their lives for us.
In memory of all the victims at the World Trade Center. I will never forget you.