The Cure for Cancer Poem by David Michael Jackson

from David Michael Jackson

“My dad died of Leukemia in 1960. I was 12 years old.
Because of a news report I wrote this poem”

THE NEWS

they say that a pill

could cure my dad

40 years

too

late

and I cry

tears

of

joy

true

joy

rejoice!

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Spelling Poem by David Michael Jackson

Spelling Correction

to come back
and write a poem

again

to make a come back

and write again

or

paint

that’s the question

waiting

for an answer

waiting

for the sunrise or

waiting

for the

sunset

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Meaning of Life Poem by David Michael Jackson

SELF

So I said to myself
Self

Where is this leading

this living

this being

where is this leading I asked in a moment

of weakness

in a moment of pure futility

maybe the only pure thing I’ve

ever

known

as pure and as cold as the

mountain stream this futility

and I have made me a home in it

a warm home with a

fire

where I can burn my moments

and watch the smoke rise up from them

to heaven.

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Plant Seeds Poem by David Michael Jackson

Seeds and Weeds

plant seeds

that is my only advice

plant seeds and let the flowers grow

and pull the weeds yourself

for yourself

till whatever soil you have in this

world

grows flowers

words

music

art

ideas

science

grow anything which is good

and pull the weeds

yourself

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Things Only Appear as They Are Poem by David Michael Jackson

Questions/Answers

wonder and bewilderment
are our only clues

the question is our common friend

companion

foe

answers are times only

possession

the sun only appears to rise

set

the moon only appears to have

light

the stars only appear as tiny specks

all is not true

we appear to die forever

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Oh Sunlight Poem by David Michael Jackson

Oh Sunlight

Oh sunlight
all the romantic poets are
dead
except for
me
I will reach into the dew
I will
because it has been so long
so long indeed
so long since we and beauty met truth

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Zinnia Poem by David Michael Jackson

oh my

oh my
tonight the night

glides

tonight

the rhyme needs

no

rhyme

nor the zinnia no color not

known nor

noticed

like these

words

dropped so casually

like

petals

in summer

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Cat Poem by David Michael Jackson

POEM TO MINDY
and there she is
my cat
she demands that my hands
touch her fur and
she demands my
total
attention
she knows she’s the only cat
that matters
that ever mattered.
She knows the cats of Egypt
I sometimes think she was there herself and added that
unknown quality to
the reliefs in the temple walls, for
she is the only cat that ever mattered as she wimpers that
demanding little
raorw

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