Ah me
the sun knows me
I who was not there when.
did he say when?
oh nonsense writer
sing your nonsense
sing your song of what.
what?
what?
oh nonsense writer
sing your song for whom.
whom?
oh nonsense words be there on this page
this meaningless page which isn’t really
there.
Am I really
really
there?
Did he say there?
Here?
Here?
where?
over here
yes over here
that’s it come on
over here
now that you are here
in this little box
this nonsense box
now that you are here,
Where are
you?
David Michael Jackson Poems
how do you write a free verse poem? by H.E. Hasben
write one for me
type fast
don’t look up
take the first line as it comes
do not judge, just
type
hit break at the middle of
the sentence leaving
questions at the end of
each
line,
Then delete the
superfluous
fluttering of your own
ego, leave
a semblance of beauty
or truth behind you
and know when to
end the thing
Why these windows move mountains Poem by David Michael Jackson
I am worn weathered wood.
I have seen the storms,
felt the hot sun,
endured the wind until
I am cracked.
My colours have faded into
burnt siennas from red under
the sun’s rays.
I have seen the owl at night and
the hawk in the day for
I am a window in this wood,
this weathered wood.
I am a window or
I am nothing.
I am a window.
Sneek up, take a peek
into my panes.
She will be there, sitting
at the table
having her tea
or holding her cat
quietly
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gets up every morning and joins the crowd poem
he
doesn’t live that life so he
gets up every morning and joins the crowd
Which shore?
He said petals from an appletree
yes petals from an appletree
and leaves falling silently
Which shore?
He said petals from an apple tree
and
summer music
and the summer breeze
and he washes up on the hundredth poem or the thousandth poem or
footsteps on a stair,
washes up on the shores of reason and reaches
washes up with the wordbarrel
empty.
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David Michael Jackson 2005