Hydrogen Poem by Janet Kuypers

Hydrogen

by Janet Kuypers

from the “ Periodic Table of Poetry” series

when I thought of our relationship,
when I thought of your relationship to me,
I thought of a molecule of Hydrogen:

how you were afraid of me, but also
how you were so obsessed with me…
and although you always kept your distance,

you were always revolving around me.
and when we finally eventually fused together,
you were like a Hydrogen bomb:

forcing me to push away everyone I loved,
forcing me to hurt everyone close to me.
and that is when I snapped and lost it,

because I couldn’t let you use me like this.
I couldn’t let you cause so much destruction.
I couldn’t let everything I valued be destroyed.

I know it was a basic attraction with us,
but although you might not have liked it, I think
it was better when you just kept your distance.

Poems To Go

Get a poem out.
Okay boys get those presses working.
The world is waiting for another poem.
Time is money in the poem business.

Get a bag of that angst
measure out that anger.

Gotta move.
We’re Poems to Go.
Man that window
they’ll be lining up soon.
Wrap those poems.
Here throw in some of this sadness
I got it from the wife.
It’s left overs
from that country song.

 

 

david michael jackson   April 22,2012

Why Do You Write Poem

“Why do you do that,

Why do you write these poems?”,

she said as she put her smokes on the table.

I don’t know

I don’t remember starting things.

So why do you continue

you blogger you,

putting your words among these billions of other words

from people like you,

pouring out their lives like salt,

salt which others will sweep away.

Why do you do this anononymous thing, this

insignificant scribbling of

chipmunks on a log?

Because the keyboard is there.

Why does someone pray?

Maybe I’m talking to Him.

Maybe I’m just talking to myself.

Maybe I’m the only one who thinks I’m clever

and I read myself for

my tiny little ego.

I write for me.

That’s it.

When I say waterfall

I see a waterfall,

flowing off the hillside and falling

falling

into a wonderful mist which

settles into a green

pool of spring time

water.

I wash myself in this water.

 

 

 

david michael jackson April 21, 2012   editors@artvilla.com

 

God Cries Poem

God Cries

Sometimes I think

there is no one listening.

Sometimes I think

“Why do I do this”

Sometimes it seems

I don’t remember making

the big decisions.

 

The things we do

We just do.

We can’t explain away our lives.

 

Every time a doe loses a fawn

God cries.

 

Every time a man fails and takes a drink

God cries.

 

He knows his creation is imperfect.

 

He created circles,

 

circles of

 

life laughter and tears.

 

 

God Cries Poem    david michael jackson  April 18, 2012