art music poetry

Firefly Poem by David Michael Jackson

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Fireflies

fireflies
we are
you and I
a sparkle over there
here
now there
how can we hope for more when
the stars
are
fireflies
too
these mighty suns
burning in the eternal night
a night which will be there
when stars are
gone
as gone as the children
of war
these children deserved more
than those majestic
meaningless
stars
the children of war deserve more
than some unknown poet
can give them
I am the same as them
You are the same as them
greater than mere stars,
galaxies
what galaxy can equal one
child
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People poem by Frank Anthony

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Dead People Cost Money
In The Stock Market
Dreaming of marketable
shares this commercial
why I should be rid of
small selection of the
stock that is stagnant
not seem gone anywhere
Put $$ in this overall
kind that has movement
then I begin to wonder
if it works on peoples
that collected in life
seem to hang on to you
can they be weeded out

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The Quiet One, poem about finding ways to be charming poem by Janet Kuypers

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The Quiet One

He doesnt talk much.
So I have to remember not what he says
but what he does.

I had a live performance
that he couldnt attend
but when I went to see him after my show
he was dressed alone in a nice suit
waiting for me.
When I saw him, he told me
he remembered what I thought
looked sexiest;
a man dressed in a suit,
with the tie a bit loosened
like it was the end of the day
& it was time to unwind & relax.

And I laughed,
because he was right
that it looked sexy,
and he knew how to act,
all without saying a word.

Had to Be Free of Him Poem by Joan Pond

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Continually Deadened

As peristalsis,
I had to rid my system.
A molting of skin
from without and within.
I simply had to be free
of him.
The duodenum
the cerebellum,
any sense of his being.
He was an infection
to be purged.

I’m lighter now,
perhaps in the head.
But better
than continually,
deadened.

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Born in Texas Lyrics by David Michael Jackson

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I WAS BORN IN TEXAS

I was born in Texas and raised in Louisiana
an’ I’m goin’ down to alabam
gonna eat me some good smoked ham
head on down to New Orleans
with my baby in them sweet blue jeans
but I ain’t goin back to Texas
I was born in Texas and raised in Louisiana
an’ I’m goin’ down to Baton Rouge
gonna find me som Cajun food
head on down to New Orleans
with my baby in them sweet blue jeans
but I ain’t goin back to Texas
An’ you don’ have to ask why
I know it’s plain to see
the Texas blue sky
has seen the last of me

I was born in Texas and raised in Louisiana
an’ I’m goin’ down to Tennessee
gonna find out what they have to eat
head on down to New Orleans
with my baby in them sweet blue jeans
but I ain’t goin back to Texas
no I ain’t……goin’ back to Texas

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