Wait Your Turn Poem
Where j’all go?
It’s not my language, that, but it just came out.
It needs a bigger language than my own.
So many gone.
All, in fact.
The whole gang.
All the guys, and more.
Tell me, where j’all go?
And why not me?
Shh, shh
Just wait your turn.
Wait Your Turn Poem Seymour Shubin 2012
Helium
by Janet Kuypers
from the “ Periodic Table of Poetry” series
I couldn’t help it.
I was attracted to you.
You elevated me.
You seemed so content, so light,
and when I saw you, you looked
so hot, like a solar flare.
Whenever I see you outside,
I feel you penetrating my pores
every single day.
But I didn’t realize
that outside like this,
we were never truly alone.
But being near you made me giddy,
I’d even raise my voice
whenever you’d come near me.
But only now I learn
That even though you’re hot, you’re colder
than anything I’ve ever touched.
So maybe
it wasn’t your heat
that drew me to you…
I think you’re truly unique,
but you tell me you’re common,
even though you’re still so hard to find.
I’d have to
search the Universe for you
to realize
you’re not as special
as you’ve led me to believe.
So, I’m sorry.
I couldn’t help it.
You have this effect on me
whenever you come to me like this.
I’m always so tense,
but with your low boiling point,
and the way you connect with me
you’ve calmed me down
and shown me a new perspective.
Because of this,
I avoided the fact
that we don’t really mix well together.
Either way, I still hoped
you could help me –
I mean, you can make me
feel like I can fly when I’m with you.
I just have to remember
that even though,
Every once in a while,
I can literally breathe you in,
A few second later,
you’re gone.
Hydrogen
by Janet Kuypers
from the “ Periodic Table of Poetry” series
when I thought of our relationship,
when I thought of your relationship to me,
I thought of a molecule of Hydrogen:
how you were afraid of me, but also
how you were so obsessed with me…
and although you always kept your distance,
you were always revolving around me.
and when we finally eventually fused together,
you were like a Hydrogen bomb:
forcing me to push away everyone I loved,
forcing me to hurt everyone close to me.
and that is when I snapped and lost it,
because I couldn’t let you use me like this.
I couldn’t let you cause so much destruction.
I couldn’t let everything I valued be destroyed.
I know it was a basic attraction with us,
but although you might not have liked it, I think
it was better when you just kept your distance.
Get a poem out.
Okay boys get those presses working.
The world is waiting for another poem.
Time is money in the poem business.
Get a bag of that angst
measure out that anger.
Gotta move.
We’re Poems to Go.
Man that window
they’ll be lining up soon.
Wrap those poems.
Here throw in some of this sadness
I got it from the wife.
It’s left overs
from that country song.
david michael jackson April 22,2012
“Why do you do that,
Why do you write these poems?”,
she said as she put her smokes on the table.
I don’t know
I don’t remember starting things.
So why do you continue
you blogger you,
putting your words among these billions of other words
from people like you,
pouring out their lives like salt,
salt which others will sweep away.
Why do you do this anononymous thing, this
insignificant scribbling of
chipmunks on a log?
Because the keyboard is there.
Why does someone pray?
Maybe I’m talking to Him.
Maybe I’m just talking to myself.
Maybe I’m the only one who thinks I’m clever
and I read myself for
my tiny little ego.
I write for me.
That’s it.
When I say waterfall
I see a waterfall,
flowing off the hillside and falling
falling
into a wonderful mist which
settles into a green
pool of spring time
water.
I wash myself in this water.
david michael jackson April 21, 2012 editors@artvilla.com