King George Always Likes a Spot of Tea Poem by David Michael Jackson

There are no favorites.
There is no victory,

only gladness that I have no


to sacrifice

to the masses,

calling themselves this or


the masses,

of which

I am one,



control to


with only this,

merely a comma in the dialogue,

a simple request,

let’s have a spot of tea with our war.

King George always likes a spot




Stop the Killing of LIttle Children Poem by David Michael Jackson

Here we are now
in the shadows

of truth, or

what we may think is the semblance of

love which is truth, or

beauty which is truth, or

peace which wants to be true

but we don’t seem to let it

carry us


So here we are in the

shadows waiting for the

warmth of summer’s truth,

waiting for our fellow man

to stop the killing of little



When Reason Rules the World Poem by David Michael Jackson

Until Then


When reason rules the world
there will be no flimsy excuses
for war.
When love rules the world
there will be no
children crying.
When there is hope again
then our votes will count again,
but not until then may we rest,
not until then may we be silent,
may we be content
to let lies be counted as truth,
to let the children of war
lie broken and
without pointing to say
look, there!
– David Michael Jackson

Waiting Poem by David Michael Jackson

waiting for
nine oclock,
fifty five years,
waiting for
ice cream,
a woman,
a man,
waiting for
a doctor,
(the engineer is on time)
waiting for
and the American way
and hoping
that it will all turn out
– David Michael Jackson


Survivor Poem by David Michael Jackson

Sweet Survivor
So sweet to see no tube
in her nose
no oxygen in use
no catheter
so sweet to see
three meals today
and water being drunk
with the words
I love water

Yesterday she babbled without words
today she babbles
with words
and rhymes
but answers questions
what’s your name
so sweet to
hear my name
Little Man

– David Michael Jackson

Bottles in the Sea Poem by David Michael Jackson


oh one who passes messages by bottles in the sea!

can you see me

can you hear me

oh one who passes dreams across the winds!

can you see me

can you hear me

maybe yes in the morning and no in the

afternoon and maybe tonight we will

ride the wind~~~

these are bottles in the sea
sealed by small hands of children

too young or too old to

struggle with answers

or questions

may we all still be young enough

to roll our message

into the bottle

may we

all be careful with the sealing

may we

have enough faith

to throw it

with all our might


Y2K Internet Blues Poem by David Michael Jackson

Y2K Boo-Hoo Blues

forks and spoons may not work in a few hours

no more cars

no more tv to bother us

no airplanes flying overhead

making noise

no more traffic lights

no computers

no internet

how quiet it will seem

maybe the birds will sing



we can hear the wind in the

trees again

remember the wind in the trees?

It was on the cd they put out

with all those sounds

it is good that we recorded them

so we’ll



Winter Poem by David Michael Jackson

winter and the trees have no leaves

Beauty is the stolen moment
of a single green field among
the grey of the trees.
Beauty is the sudden reddish brown
of the grasses
and the clear view
of the fields through the dark trees,
the daring of the hawk as he
somehow avoids
the barren branches and
soars through the woods.
Beauty is the single glimpse
of a deer family
in the