It Looks like another poem
is waiting among the roses
or the thorns
or maybe the sidewalks,
hoping for sidewalks
instead of muddy paths,
muddy paths and
muddy lives.
Hoping for better
is better than
nothing.
Hoping for better
child
is always
better than wasting away
thinking life is
so unfair,
which it is,
which it is.
Humble hands must work
Humble hearts must try.
Humility is beauty, and
Beauty is truth.
David Michael Jackson
A Poem for my Teachers
Rarely did we ever come back
to say thank you,
almost never.
We were busy.
Oh they made speeches to you,
mostly other teachers or administrators.
They told you of the difference you made.
The difference you made?
Miss Mabel,
Mrs. Shumaker,
Mr. McDaniel.
The difference you say?
You noticed me.
You told me I was special.
You sat me in the highest chair,
quietly without fanfare
without anyone ever knowing,
except for me
too many years later.
You picked me up and
set me on my feet.
And so I say to some teacher who may
wander into this poem,
some other child’s teacher.
I cannot say thank you to
Miss Mabel,
Mrs. Shumaker,
Mr. McDaniel,
so I will thank you.
You may not see
but flowers are blooming
at your feet.
Thank You Teacher.
Thank You Teacher Poem Copyright 2012 David Michael Jackson
First Edition
The Jacksons just posted some cool covered bridge pictures
A night at Rocketown
Laura Longon is great with a concert All That and a Bag of Chips
Here is a short story from Passenger Creek, How Johnson Got Out of the War
Here is our friend and much published writer Seymour Shubin with The Bet
Every site needs a Love Directory so here is Love Songs and Poems
Okay another song/poem Darling Do You Love Me
Here is an excerpt of a poem by Janet Kuypers with a reading by Oz Hardwick. The poem is Escaping Every Cage
Here is book review of Witness to Myself
Elisha Porat returns with Waiting For His Return
Oh my goodness my Granny said Oh My goodness what have you done with Jake and Haystack and Elisha Porat and David Michael Jackson and Janet Kuypers. Have ya’ll gone completely crazy around here. You used to be such a quiet little place!
Who is Modern Music Nashville? They are a thin flow of water from a tiny spring somewhere.
Yeah we’re country boys but we also love Chicago poetry folks. These play button are contageous. Read and hear our own Janet Kuypers Made any Difference?
Ya know? Sometimes it’s The Trouble with Loving You but We’ll Make it Through Hard Times
Lately I have been publishing lyrics from my songs as poems. Lyrics tend to repeat phrases people ask for in search engines. Some poems go viral. Some mp3 recordings tend to go a little viral too. Here is a new rhyming poem derived from our most viral downloaded recording, Baby I Really Love and Need You. by Jake and Haystack
Here is A Poet’s Solstice by David Mitchell
Here is David Mitchell with Often in the Fog
Oh yes a Whiskey Poem
There are love poems and then there is Love Runs the World
Seymour Shubin brings us his first story at Artvilla, The Viewing
Phil Coyote returns with Greed or Need
It’s just me with Show Me
Hey somebody really cool showed up. We welcome Seymour Shubin with Joel. I think we have something here. Looking for more poems from Mr. Shubin, yesseree by cracky.
Enough with this droopy sloopy gooey sadness. No one is there anyway. I publish to the void and the bots. Don’t tap on the glass. There is no one out there. Only aliens reading this a million years from now in a distant galaxy. Lyric is good to go Too Late For Sleeping Melody is pretty too. It’s a song about love, my alien friends . An emotion we humans had before we blew ourselves up. Off to the studio.
A poem called Earthen Jar.
12,000 files later I re-announce the first poem published on this site in 1996.. This poem owes a poetic debt to poets T S Eliot,”Do I dare to eat a peach” and to William Carlos Williams’ poem about the old lady eating the plums. He said :
They taste good to her
They taste good to her
Ah Summer Breeze always brings lovely wisdom I do not have. Here is Crazy Old Lady
El Fuego Y Agua Poema by David Michael Jackson
El Fuego
por David Michael Jackson
Traducido por Jodey Bateman
No se apaga el fuego
Arde como fuego, como pena, sabes, como pena
Mozo, trae agua, agua para mi fuego, agua fresca, dulce y clara
Las pablabras no sirven. No sirven ni palabras ni labores
La espada clava adentro, sÃ, en la panza, en el abismo
Y las palabras no obtienen favor
Come el durazno, hombre, come el durazno, sÃ
atrévelo entonces, enconces, entonces
¨Queda más tiempo?
Tiempo entre crecer y envejecer
Tiempo entre el rÃo y el mar
Come el durazno, hombre
es bueno
es dulce
Boothswargled in Boatswain by David Michael Jackson
Once when the lager were carrying their coats
in the sultry swemult of laggon’s presence,
in the swarthy simult
of essence itself.
Let us just say,
condense it to primulfigance,
leave it homing,
as the harrial is cresting to the himult
and the sweevers are weaving,
lasoming, hanging helpless in
swammance itself.
Oh swammance!
Oh swammance!
