he threw the sign down
it landed on the closed side
the humble side
he waited
he waited some more
there were logs left over
for the fire
but he never lit it
the dry cold whiteness of the embers
stared at him from the hearth
he shivered
David Michael Jackson Poems
Early Spring Poem
Early Spring was an Indian maiden
sitting by the stream
Silver Moon was as brave as the wind
and he loved Early Spring
He sat beside her
as the water flowed
and whispered in her ear
Oh be my Early Spring
Oh be my Early Spring this year
And Early Spring looked into his eyes
and saw the Silver Moon his bravery hid so well
so in this the tale I tell
this story to provide
Early Spring and Silver Moon
and the stream you walk beside
david michael jackson
My Grandfather’s Farm
My grandfather’s farm,
eighty acres
earned
these eighty acres,
inherited
with judgement
and the rights of kings
eighty acres,
eighty rightful heirs
claiming birthright
eighty acres,
unearned
Oh how the families of the rich
can only feign family
as these eighty acres
these eighty little acres
are destroying
mine
The Grasses Poem
The air flows
there are musical notes,
the water flows,
there are birds who still sing
and will bring
babies in the spring.
There is coffee and a comfortable chair
and willow trees make me write
foolishly in this box
while wearing only socks
The grinding of the grain
The turning of the stone.
The water falls
The generator turns
the generator moves electrons
The fingers move over the keys
bringing these
leaves of the grasses
waving in the breeze
The turning of the words,
the words they look over
my shoulder at the page
at the blank page
put us there
they say
put us there on the page
with the grasses
david michael jackson
To Like or Not to Like That is the Question
To like or not to like
that is the question.
I used to like things
better
before there was a button
and an unlike button
but no
button for
I’m sorry I pressed the
like button
or I’m sorry I didn’t
so
I became confused about
what I like
and what others saw
that I like
so that I was
careful to like
or not to like
Ike
or my bike,
Mike
Oh but wasn’t it pages like this that hurt the book? Yes so progress marches on. Websites like this are now dinosaurs in the Facebook and Twitter a paragraph is all we have time for world. Maybe we can get ourselves down to a single word on a page, a single stroke of the brush, and a single note. There are too many words on this page. No one will ever like it but me. Oh sarcasm thou art no angel!
david michael jackson