David Jackson

gets up every morning and joins the crowd poem

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he

doesn’t live that life so he
gets up every morning and joins the crowd

Which shore?
He said petals from an appletree
yes petals from an appletree
and leaves falling silently

Which shore?
He said petals from an apple tree
and
summer music
and the summer breeze

and he washes up on the hundredth poem or the thousandth poem or
footsteps on a stair,
washes up on the shores of reason and reaches
washes up with the wordbarrel
empty.

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David Michael Jackson 2005

Lost Love or Loss of True Love Poem by David Michael Jackson

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Love Lost: The Loss of True Love Poem

Silence does not befit me
The loss of true love
does not the tongue
encourage.
The irises are in bloom
and I have
lost another love.
Sad roses and doves in
the rain
call to explain.
I am an old pine dwarf
clinging to the the rocks of
a minor mountain.
Crying in the wilderness.

Love Lost, The Loss of True Love copyright 2008

My Dad's Gravely (by Andy Derryberry)

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I walk around my Dad’s Gravely
To smell the action
The intent
The purpose

It lingers though he isn’t there.
The tractor had been neglected
For a while
Too hard anymore

At the cemetery the grass was overgrown
A friend without being asked
Mowed around the gravestone
To make it right for the last pass.

In his time, the cemetery was never uncut
The Gravely ran hour on hour
The trimmers mounted up
Over the years.

I resurrected the old Gravely
It having a lot life left in it
That Daddy couldn’t tap
Toward the end.

When my Mom died,
Daddy asked
What will we do
Now?

I couldn’t think
But I did say
I don’t know
But I guess it’s ours to do.

And so it is as I walk around Daddy’s Gravely
To smell the action
The intent
The purpose