David Jackson

THE SEED OF THE BURNING TREE Poem by Summer Breeze

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The Seed of the Burning Tree

The Seed of the Burning Tree

THE SEED OF THE BURNING TREE

i stand knee deep in burning coals
waist high in bombs bursting light
eyes filled with poisonous gas
ears to the crackling wind

i kneel deep in daisy filled garden
soft breeze caressing my face
tear drops coursing the river
bird song in my ear

i lie on the ground hugging
holding least i fall further
than i can remember being
down in the deep deep well

i turn to face my Maker
i cry, “o Maker face me!”
give me just one reason,
or take this cup.”

the crackling wind is silent
the air is sweet & pure
i see a tree in the garden
it burns but does not die

“My child, & you are my child
My love, and you are my love
You are the seed of the burning
Tree, and you and I are one.”

Originally published at Artvilla.com on Feb 1, 2005 @ 17:02

In the Shallows Poem by Summer Breeze

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Summer solace painting

Summer solace painting

In the shallows
by Summer Breeze

In the shallows of our past
remembered shadows
heart broken clean
of entanglements and fairy tales
Camelot was not
akin to our dreams of real
still
in our frenzied recreation
needed now it is a good time
to rampart the battlements
of fear and greed
the poet dreams
dips a pen in the deep well
informs the other
“You are loved”

First Published at Artvilla.com on Nov 30, 2004 @ 15:05 CST

Life Was Easier Then

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It was so much easier
when we just had Elvis
and Walter Cronkite
we knew who could sing
and we got the news right

Yes life was better back then
we had a dining room and a den
and we didn’t have a garage full of stuff
and we threw our trash off a bluff

and our sink holes were full of cars
and it never made the news
and we didn’t give a damn about Mars
and fancy shoes

And Aunt Marie fixed
potatoes and pinto beans
and there were these new things called
blue jeans

Oh all the fields are big now and the farmers are gone

Oh what price we paid for our fancy homes

and they took our trash with a big giant hand
when the suburbs swallowed the sons of the land

 

 

Jackson

She Left Me all Alone Poem by Harvey Blasnik

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angst

 

She left me all alone

 

She left me all alone

with these old bones

which I rattle together like

stones, like

tablets and memories of God

who,

leaving  bones,

left me alone

with words

so I curse Him with words,

You don’t exist and

that’s the end of it,

Buster you are so out of here,

So get your robes and books and

make like a tree and

leave

and take your Bang with you

It wasn’t so Big

and there were other Bangs around

they say

in fact

They

have gone as crazy

as you.

 

 

Imperfect Camera | Poem | David Michael Jackson

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imperfect camera

imperfect camera

We are such
an imperfect camera
we keep so few images
and our lens
is always fogged
our data is stored so imperfectly
that surely God
went digital a long time ago
We have no backup
for our images
and don’t record sound very well
except for the music of our voices
which we use to try to
save some data in the newer storage units
I can write things down but I cannot
cannot
cannot
make you see that look in my father’s eyes