Beauty is Truth Poem by David Michael Jackson

too late and I already did it
too late for the roses
too late
for the show
oh yes too many words for the
and no pointy hat
no multicolored vest for the
clown with his smile painted on
no free will
except for the
and you there
you with your dreams of
multicolored flowers leading
up to
leading into
nothing other than
you there can take the measure of your dreams
in beauty itself
and hold your head

Selfishishness is Essential in Spring Poem by David Michael Jackson


selfishness is essential in spring
as essential as giving

or love

and necessary for both

it is selfish to sit on the deck and

feel the spring air on my face and



what is it that I am doing

what is it that I want

is it the words which will throw themselves

across the horizon like those northern lights and lead you to


you too are fragile and

you too will surely break like the ice above the doorway when spring

hits you in the face

hits you with a lily in the yard or

ploughed earth

hits you just when you thought you were dead like the barren winter land

and you find yourself with seeds in your palm

and plans


Spring Poem The Spring Blossoms by David Michael Jackson

The spring blossoms
promise everything.
They deny the knowledge of fall,
of winter,
are innocent in the soft breezes.
Like a child the spring blossoms sway
and await the nest.
I am glad to see my friends.
I am glad to have made it through another
winter of
drab hungry sadness to
meet with the blossoms, to
breathe again the scent,
of spring
in a world which has no sense to
offer, no wealth of reason
except for my friend, the bumblebee.
We have common friends, he and I.
Together we will visit them
gathering fragrance
and food

Rosa Parks Poem by David Michael Jackson

I Wish I Knew Rosa
I wish I knew Rosa, but what would I tell her?
That I stood up in the back of the bus,
or that I sat down n the front with her.
Quietly in my corner, I wonder.
Don’t start a fuss Rosa.
are you crazy?
What you thinkin’?
they won’t hang you?
They’d hang you, dear Rosa.
so run, don’t expect that seat
run for your own good
for your family
so we are left with that my dear sweet lady, who,
more than the speeches,
more than the names in
history books, the lady who
sat down in the front
and did not

No New Messages Poem by Janet Macon

Tick, click
tick, click
it used to be the
lonely sounds of time
passing that
occupied my mind
but now it is the
incessant clicking
of the mouse
virtual worlds
replacing my real one
click, click
are you there
has anyone dropped by
today just to say
click, click
the anticipation
of a new friend
stopping by
is whisked away
by three little words
No new messages.


Vaccuum You Created Poem by Janet Macon

Where are you?
I miss the sweet breath of yesterday
The netting in which I was wrapped.
The breath has turned stale
The netting is sharp and brittle
And you are laughing.
Your kindness has turned to cruelty
I’m suffocating now
not from your touch
but from the vacuum you created.