Sugar Camp Hollow
by David Jackson
We were raised in Sugar Camp Hollow
on Passenger Creek
where them reb soldiers camped it is
said
and the confederate gold is buried there
or so the story goes
and I knew you there
and you and I both knew
to leave those grounds
where the small creek meets Passenger.
We both knew to leave
those grounds
before dark.
You and I
shared the secrets of .....
Jackson
Charlottesville Protest Death by Car Poem
When is enough
actually enough
a rock on a pedestal
from a not so forgotten war
that seems to never end
now it’s a Challenger into a crowd
a Vanilla ISIS not a hate crime
and they awoke from a sleep
and they could no longer
put another name.....
We Were Poems
Can you tell me
can you tell me
oh brave one
can you tell me this sky
is blue for you,
the same blue for me.
This guy was always blue,
young girls
were always running in grand fashion
running into the arms of love.
I am neither wrong nor right.
You are neither there nor here,
not here at all.
I am not here at all,
We were poems,
poems written in the night,
poems written in the day,
poems writ.....