Storymania Logo




Four Poems by Randall Barfield Titles are: Groundwork in Colombia, Poetry, I Saw My Granny, Carpenter [398 words]
Five Prose Poems by Randall Barfield Here are five prose poems for the romantic-minded, I hope. The titles are Looking Back, That ... [331 words]
Wrestling by Woodside A poem about wrestling I may send to a college. [77 words]
A Rap By This White Girl by Kirsten McManus The title says it all. [73 words]
The Random by Kirsten McManus It seems to depict my feelings of the game very well. [331 words]
The Second Wish by Asif Khan It is a symbolic poem,treating of DEATH and REALITY as its themes.Perhaps death is the ultimate... [72 words]
The Rose Tree by Randall Barfield A poem about the passing of life and nostalgia. [291 words]
Sweet Song Of Eros by Anthony S Maulucci A short erotic poem inspired by the Song of Solomon. [39 words]
Sweet Reality by Ritu Varna A poem which makes the poet take a more realistic view of the world, a change of attitude as the ... [214 words]
Now by Branson Storm A poem asking one to acknowledge and be that which one truly is. [36 words]
My Heart Goes Out To Her by Charlie M (Big C Bubba) Johnson A poem I wrote for a love never known in the style of a shakespearean sonnet. I wrote ... [115 words]
Labrador Waltz by Wolfa Dark dreams. [158 words]
Keepsakes by Randall Barfield A poem about a special afternoon. [129 words]
Is This The End? by Charlie M (Big C Bubba) Johnson School was and these were the thoughts that passed through my mind. This is also in the style ... [107 words]
Friends by Heather Ragan This poem talk is about friends. You are going to love it. [37 words]
Forgiveness by Ashley Burdett Someone who has committed the ultimate act of hatred against another human being asks for forgivene... [137 words]
Father Big And Son So Small by Erin Megan Lindner From deep Love and admiration. [111 words]
Concurrent Thought by James S McClinton Meanings. [59 words]
College Rhyme by Ritu Varna Very silly but interesting like a nursery rhyme. [44 words]
College Rhyme2 by Ritu Varna Silly beautiful college rhyme. [38 words]
Verse For A Greetings Card by Martin Milner A piece of light verse to counterbalance my more somber studies. [39 words]
Thoughts by Kirsten McManus This was published in Mandala. [63 words]
Starlit by Kirsten McManus It's in code. [141 words]
Sporatic by Kirsten McManus Love. Aaaahhh, it's so crazy. [36 words]
Seventh Hour by Kirsten McManus - [52 words]
Seventh Hour (Part 3) by Kirsten McManus - [130 words]
Seventh Hour (Part 2) by Kirsten McManus - [51 words]
September Birdsong
September 11, 2001 by Kirsten McManus Written after seeing a picture of a young boy with beautiful blue eyes crying. [101 words]
My Song by Woodside Part of a song I wrote about the girl I love. [114 words]
Me by Kirsten McManus I'm growing up. [113 words]
Living In The Eighties by Martin Milner The eighties saw the dawn of a new impersonalism and surprisingly enough corresponded wi... [104 words]
Frosted Glass by Martin Milner Bathroom frosted glass distorts one's view as much as this distortion of a perfect world. [170 words]
Fanatic by Anthony S Maulucci A poem about the disturbed mind of a Muslim extremist. [244 words]
Deja Vu by Richard Koss In times like these, pacifists come out of the woodwork. This poem was written in anticipation of wha... [106 words]
Creative Block by Kirsten McManus Eighth grade year. [83 words]
Belfast by Martin Milner A psychological and physical description of life in the shadow of terrorism. Great Britain has endured... [145 words]
A Poem Created With All The Words That Rhyme With Man by Hope Chapman Was bored, and wrote this in a couple of minutes. [105 words]
8.99 by Kirsten McManus Written by a scared kid. [92 words]
6.24.01 by Kirsten McManus Written at camp. [93 words]

Go to page: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35 36 37 38 39 40 41 42 43 44 45 46 47 48 49 50 51 52 53 54 55 56 57 58 59 60 61 62 63 64 65 66 67 68 69 70 71 72 73 74 75 76 77 78 79 80 81 82 83 84 85 86 87 88 89 90 91 92 93 94 95 96 97 98 99 100 101 102 103 104 105 106 107 108 109 110 111 112 113 114 115 116 117 118 119 120 121 122 123 124 125 126 127 128 129 130 131 132 133 134 135 136 137 138 139 140 141 142 143 144 145 146 147 148 [149] 150 151 152 153 154 155 156 157 158 159 160 161 162
September Birdsong
Written: September 11th, 2001.

In Memory of the lives lost at the World Trade Center, The Pentagon, and the two American Airlines and two United Airlines passengers and crew.

I penned this the very day the WTC and Pentagon and Pennsylvania attacks occurred. I was deeply touched by these tragedies and because I am a visually impaired person, who has often felt that life has at times been 'beyond my control', the events of that day were a mirror reflection on a much larger of scale of life 'beyond our control'. I had an abiding need to put my thoughts on paper.
[147 words]
M Kathleen Williams
(b.) February 11, 1952; St. Thomas, Ontario; (p.) Charles and Marjorie Tutty; (ch.) Charleen and Hallan; (ed.) Graduated, St. Mary’s Girls High School, Calgary, Alberta; (occ.) legally blind, on a Federal Disability Pension;(memb.) Pres. White Cane Club, Penticton, B.C., Member-at-large, Beta Sigma Phi,Past President, Theta Chapter, Calgary;Public Relations Chair, Hemer High School Reunion,1991; (hon.)Junior High School – Citizenship Award, High School – Language Arts Award, Woman of the Year, Beta Sigma Phi,yr. 1993/94,Jr. Girl’s Athletic Award, C.F.B. Hemer, West Germany, 1965; (oth. Writ.) Articles “To the Editor” – Calgary Herald Newspaper; Articles – Royal Canadian Legion Magazine; “Anthology, Visions of Ireland”, various Political papers for human rights – IPOW Committee, Calgary; (pers.) “To Thine Own Self Be True”, Shakespeare. If you are true to yourself, you will be true to others.
(a.) Georgetown, Ont. Canada.
[September 2001]
September Birdsong
M Kathleen Williams

A “bird of prey”, in friendly façade
Attacked two arms, upward appealing,
And bloodied the eyes and tore the guts
The structured flesh, in agony, peeling.

The day it took the towers down
The birds still “sang” outside my window,
The day it shoved them underground
My heart was filled with fear and sorrow.

I saw the people try to fly
Like “birds”, freed from a firey cage,
They flapped their wings, in search of Angels,
Desparate to flee that concrete rage.

And then, before my cries of anguish
Were able to exit my trembling lips,
Another “bird” attacked, “The Keeper”
Of “Freedom’s Light”, with tears and rips.

I stood and watched this killing spree
In horror and terror, my heartbeat, fast
As people’s lives and people’s faces
Surreally left the “present”, to be “the past”.

I know they hovered some distance from us
Where God’s great arms, in love, a welcome
With the light from his face, pushing through the duststorm
Bidding, these, his children, to “Come Back Home”!



"M. Kathleen Williams' poem, "September Birdsong" touched me deeply, with its ability to create memorable word pictures for my mind and heart. Thank you! " -- Barbara Anello, North Bay, ON, Canada.


Submit Your Review for September Birdsong
Required fields are marked with (*).
Your e-mail address will not be displayed.

Your Name*     E-mail*

City     State/Province     Country

Your Review (please be constructive!)*

Please Enter Code*:

Submit Your Rating for September Birdsong

Worst     1     2     3     4     5     6     7     8     9     10     Best

© 2001 M Kathleen Williams
September 2001

Copyright © 1998-2001 Storymania Technologies Limited. All Rights Reserved.