David Michael Jackson

David Jackson is the publisher of Artilla.com, Motherbird.com and several other websites. David is an engineer, poet, artist, songwriter who has been presenting his material and the material of others on the Internet since 1998. David lives in Murfreesboro Tennessee.

On Honesty Poem by Clay Derryberry

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Sadly
honesty is an endangered species
on the plains of human character.
It has been hunted down and
slain like buffalo of the western plains with
arrows of avarice,
bullets sailed from selfish guns,
and fear of hunger and
perceived death.
Too often honesty is sacrificed
on the altar of money, or
embarrassment.

Education Poem by H. E. Hasben

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All first graders are artists
and then we grade them and
criticize them,
make doodlers of them.
All first graders can sing
and then we grade them and
criticize them,
make hummers of them.
And then we meet,
parents and teachers, to plan
to grade them and
criticize them
for twelve long years.
And then they are educated,
like us, we
hummers, we
doodlers.
It’s a miracle that this
poem is
even here!

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Memories Poem by Candace Pfau

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Magical Memories

Lovely little memories,
floating through my mind.
Sparkling bits of laughter,
Little drops of sadness,
rainbows full of joy.

Sweetly perfumed memories,
like violets in the grass,
a firefly out of nowhere,
leads me through the past.

Shooting stars are fleeting,
like loved ones long ago.
But they are magical memories,
because we make them so.

Thoughts Poem by Candace Pfau

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Tracing Thoughts

Skywriting my thought’s in
the sky,
I think, your thought’s,
you retrieve mine from power’s on high,
Not a word is spoken but energy
given and energy received.

Million’s of pure thought’s
count as one cosmic prayer,
You spoke, as if you heard
the unspoken,
I answered and sacred energy
flowed between,
Tracing thought’s
So much yet to be seen.

Fairy Poem by Candace Pfau

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The Fairy Circle

Standing in the fairy circle,
wearing just the color Purple,
Buttercups for my hat,
Perwinkles on which I sat.

Butterbyes put on a show,
fireflies dance and glow,
and all around me fairy,
song, music like a blowing
wind chime.

All around me Fairies
Dance,
Purple, Silver, Rainbow
Colors,
They call me by name.

Daylight comes,
They disappear,
I search under leaf,
flower, hunting out
their secret bower.

But they are gone,
to my dismay,
Maybe tomorrow they
will come to play.