David Jackson

Bottles in the Sea Poem by David Michael Jackson

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YES/NO?

oh one who passes messages by bottles in the sea!

can you see me

can you hear me

oh one who passes dreams across the winds!

can you see me

can you hear me

maybe yes in the morning and no in the

afternoon and maybe tonight we will

ride the wind~~~

these are bottles in the sea
sealed by small hands of children

too young or too old to

struggle with answers

or questions

may we all still be young enough

to roll our message

into the bottle

may we

all be careful with the sealing

may we

have enough faith

to throw it

with all our might

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Y2K Internet Blues Poem by David Michael Jackson

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Y2K Boo-Hoo Blues

forks and spoons may not work in a few hours

no more cars

no more tv to bother us

no airplanes flying overhead

making noise

no more traffic lights

no computers

no internet

how quiet it will seem

maybe the birds will sing

instead

and

we can hear the wind in the

trees again

remember the wind in the trees?

It was on the cd they put out

with all those sounds

it is good that we recorded them

so we’ll

know

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Winter Poem by David Michael Jackson

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winter and the trees have no leaves

Beauty is the stolen moment
of a single green field among
the grey of the trees.
Beauty is the sudden reddish brown
of the grasses
and the clear view
of the fields through the dark trees,
the daring of the hawk as he
somehow avoids
the barren branches and
soars through the woods.
Beauty is the single glimpse
of a deer family
in the
winter

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Internet Poets Poem by David Michael Jackson

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Web Published Poets

I hail to you

sentient ones

keepers of the morning dew

masters of the web so

recently spun

hail to you

who dare submit

who dare feel and tell

hail to you

charmers

singers

jokers

lucky ones who

know the morning dew

for the sunrise comes

and the sunset

goes

so wail

cry

rant

try

each day is not an

entitlement

only the gift of

old

and young

and hope

hope for a stricken child

hope for a grandmother

hope for a prisoner

for we are all prisoners

and hope

that says indeed there is

a new law of God’s physics

all that matters cannot be destroyed

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