Resident Poets

Fireflies Poem

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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

fireflies poem david michael jackson 1999

We Must Meet Poem by David Michael Jackson

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here you shall find me
must find me
we must meet
having met, we must
meet again in the shadows of
truth
beauty shines through the window and
dances with the dust in the air
the cat sits by the window
watching the birds
I sit by the window with your memory
watching for you
in the birds
in the trees
we must meet across the river
in the shade of that tree
that tree we cling to
so the raging waters of the flood
may not drown us in our own
innocence

Rolly Rabbit Poem

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Rolly Rabbit Poem

I’m a rabbit

said Rolly Rabbit

I’ve been a rabbit my whole life.

I eat carrots and other plants.

I do my rabbit dance

I wiggle my bunny tail

 

When I see you I

hop hop hop away

then I stop

and look at you.

 

Oh Rolly you sure are a rabbit

said  Spunky Squirrel

All you do is eat and

hop hop hop,

You can’t climb a tree

like me.

 

You have no ears to speak of

said Rolly  Rabbit

and your tail is

so long and so thin

why just look at the thing!

The dog would catch me

on the trail

if I had that tail.

 

 

Rabbit Poem   david michael jackson  May 8, 2012  editors@artvilla.com

Remember Poem

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Remember when a flower was

just a flower

and not a flower pic or a

popular fragrance

Remember when a song was

just a song and not a

hit song.

Remember when a face was just a face

you actually saw

somewhere besides Facebook.

Remember?

Remember when a school wasn’t a

factory,

when a ride was sometimes in the back of a truck,

sometimes in a wagon.

Remember when you’d see people in a field.

Remember when it was a long way to town

and church was a little building with fans

card board fans with Jesus on one side,

because there was no air conditioning,

and there were porches,

not porch-like nothings added as decoration.

Oh we got a lot

out of the engineers

and all of that silicon,

and we left a lot

behind.

 

 

david michael jackson   May 7, 2012   editors@artvilla.com