Resident Poets

Firefly Poem by David Michael Jackson

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Fireflies

fireflies
we are
you and I
a sparkle over there
here
now there
how can we hope for more when
the stars
are
fireflies
too
these mighty suns
burning in the eternal night
a night which will be there
when stars are
gone
as gone as the children
of war
these children deserved more
than those majestic
meaningless
stars
the children of war deserve more
than some unknown poet
can give them
I am the same as them
You are the same as them
greater than mere stars,
galaxies
what galaxy can equal one
child
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The Quiet One, poem about finding ways to be charming poem by Janet Kuypers

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The Quiet One

He doesnt talk much.
So I have to remember not what he says
but what he does.

I had a live performance
that he couldnt attend
but when I went to see him after my show
he was dressed alone in a nice suit
waiting for me.
When I saw him, he told me
he remembered what I thought
looked sexiest;
a man dressed in a suit,
with the tie a bit loosened
like it was the end of the day
& it was time to unwind & relax.

And I laughed,
because he was right
that it looked sexy,
and he knew how to act,
all without saying a word.

Just Write a Poem Poem By David Michael Jackson

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So,
we’ll just write a poem
yessir
just sit down and write
a poem of love
of rescue, of
summer breeze and
removal of hate,
a poem that says
we were here
and the flowers were wiser,
and the animals were wiser than we,
we rescuers of ourselves,
always rescueing ourselves.
Be like my cat.
See how she
loves,
truly loves the
cream.

No War Has Ever Been Won by Summer Breeze

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No War Has Ever Been Won

the south still fights the civil war
the Native Americans theirs
behind an Asian smile is Hiroshima
leaders may surrender and obey
people never forget
nor accept
defeat
carrying bigger and bigger sticks
created billions of splinters
mighty motes
splintering the children
billions of lives sacrificed
no war has ever been won

Summer Breeze is the publisher and editor of Moongate Internationale at Motherbird.com

immigration poem by David Michael Jackson

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We are all illegal immigrants
What should they do?
What would you do?
Work for a dollar per hour
in those factories
on the river,
the other side,
globalization itself bringing the riches of
a buck per hour.
“We feed those people a meal”,
I heard the bosses brag
on the other side
of the river.
Shame on them,
those illegal immigrants,
who fixed my roof.
Shame on them for not
accepting the Ford dollar
per hour.
Shame on them for not
living in the shanty
beside the factory.
What would you do
for your family?
Did I tell you?
We feed those people a meal.

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