Passenger Creek Poem by David Michael Jackson

Sugar Camp Hollow by David Jackson We were raised in Sugar Camp Hollow on Passenger Creek where them reb soldiers camped it is said and the confederate gold is buried there or so the story goes and I knew you there and you and I both knew to leave those grounds where the small creek meets Passenger. We both knew to leave those grounds before dark. You and I shared the secrets of .....

The Whittlers Poem by Jackson

He leans forward, there was a time, sonny when I saw old men whittling at the courthouse sitting there on benches these men were in overalls and wore wool hats stained from the sweat of days spent in the heat, in the field, old grey wool hats stained with work. They whittled, these old men and spat tobacco juice on the courthouse steps and sometimes they grabbed their stubble’d chin a.....

I’ll Be Thinking of You by David Michael Jackson

The sun comes up into a quiet sky and the birds seem to float on by When the sunlight hits the morning dew I’ll be thinking of you. When the wind catches the trees just right and they sway gently in the soft sunlight. When the shadows fall grey and blue I’ll be thinking of you. When the sun hits the top of the sky and the day seems to rush on by, Whenever I see a sky of blue I’ll be thinking of you. W.....

The Girl with Chestnut Hair Poem

You ask about love, there was a girl with chestnut hair, but that is song. You ask about love, we wandered in the sunshine and barely noticed it was there. Ah but those are memories and I wander in my poem. Animals are people and memories are love, Animals are people and memories are love. There was a cat. There was a bird. There is a cat. There is a bird. There was a poem, it wafted in.....

I Turned the Wheel, a Poem by David Michael Jackson

I Turned the wheel
I guess I never knew how and maybe I didn’t do so well at pleasing you or being good when I should have been good for you I guess I never knew how and maybe I didn’t do so well but I tried I tried I tried I turned the wheel I turned the wheel I held the door when I could I held your hand to remember yes I tried I tried I tried and when the wind runs in the trees t.....

End of Summer Ant Poem

I am an ant pushing a stick at the end of summer. I carry a parcel of leaf to deliver wherever the scent takes me. I have no leader and still move mountains. My cousin, the butterfly,has no brains but can fly to Peru. Can you? I am an ant pushing a stick and all of your philosophy can’t move that stick or find an explanation for me. We are both tied to the end of summer, lashed to the season’.....

Joe Clark Folk Song by David Michael Jackson

I’m not all that political. I have no record. I could not have lived my life as a mechanical engineer with one. The records we are creating with our outrageous number of people in corporate run prisons in the U.S. is racist . It is the sharecropping shanty shack of our times.. It is excluding large segments of our population. When we create so many casual “felons”, mostly black and hispanic, we lose the ability to tell who is indeed dangerous and too many of our c.....

The Dream Poem and…

He Looked Around He looked around as if in a dream knowing insignificance and feeling it. The water still runs and the sky is still blue but all of the people in all of the cars in all of the cities are in his dream, driving, waiting in line, dreaming, looking out, walking, running, being. He throws these words on this page. These words are dreaming words on a dreaming page. On the st.....