He Folds His Words into Pastry Shells

He folds his words into pastry shells
and bakes them at 98.6
for as long as it takes to type these words
then he reads these words
and makes changes until
just maybe
for a moment
you can see the line in the water
and the float
bobbing
bobbing
THERE
it disappears
a strike!
It’s gone
and you grab the pole
and yank
and just maybe
for a moment
you remember.

david michael jackson

It Is Not Enough Poem by David Michael Jackson

It Is Enough
By David Michael Jackson

it is not enough to say that I miss you
it is not enough to say that the world didn”t line up with flowers when you died
nothing will ever be enough
nothing will ever be enough to say
to do
time will not help
it is enough
to say that time will not win
it will not win
it will not win
the moment will win
the meaningless passing moment
the single note of the violin
passing into the air
then gone
gone
gone
if that is the only victory there is
then that is
victory
my friend
my dear and sweet
and wonderful
friend

Copyright © 1997 by David Michael Jackson,
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I Talked to Them Folks Poem

I talked to them folks
an’ invited them by
I told’em
you’d be here
with me on this page an’
I told’em
we didn’t quite know what we’d say
an’ we were kinda unpredictable like that
You know?
Anyways here’s hopin’ they come by
an’ see us
cause we’s lonely here on this page

an’ there I go
talkin’ like there’s other folks
in this poem
besides me
well there’s also
you
and I guess it’s time to say something
important cause this here is a poem
Ya’ll
take care
ya hear?

david michael jackson Sept 14, 2012 send cornbread and green beans

Be Happy Don’t Worry Poem by Edy Lou Benjamin

Be Happy Don’t Worry

of course hell is on earth and no where else
see all the fires of hate burning brightly
is was
a spring of hope and seeding
it was
a summer of promise and hoeing
almost autumn
but not quite
these seven last days of summer
quite outrageous in human time
bottled-up anger is bound to burst
what doesn’t kill makes us strong
what is out of our control
is out of our control
there is also a time
to be the observer
the chronicler
the counter of tears
falling
falling
till
the last tear drop falls

What Nothing Poem

What nothing
are you dead
busy
busy doing what

Well what about that
it’s taking over you know
who?

Oh I thought you meant them

Yes them

Yes they are taking over but there is
nothing we can do about it
so there
just wait for the little
buggers to get out of their ships and…

All you’re doing is wandering around
looking for something
somewhere
somehow

the beans must get into the jar
the screws must all be tight