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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Angst Poem for Peace It's Too Late Poem by David Michael Jackson

It’s Too Late Tonight

David Michael Jackson

It’s too late tonight
for the bleeding hearts
or the burning stomachs
it’s too late for the cries
of the hungry
for the
shit
to late for the shit
the shit will have to wait
for the boardrooms tomorrow
for the business
decisions
the shit will have to wait for executive decisions
because it’s too late
for the shit
tonight
it’s too late tonight for
compromise, for
reason
but
it’s early enough for hope
but
it’s early enough to try
anyway
will you try with me
says Mr. Rogers
will you try with me
for peace
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Driving Poem by David Michael Jackson

DRIVING PAIN

I drive the streets in the rain and
wonder if the neck will hurt if

I write tonight

Pain is as necessary as the rain

as anger

as sorrow

as joy

I bare my mammal lips back over my mammal

teeth and bear it like the last wolverine

or that final wild grizzly

I raise upon my haunches and I snarl at

the approaching hunter

he won’t take me easily

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Invisible Peace Poem by David Michael Jackson

what, then
fame or peace?
Which is it?
When the music flows like the sunrise settles
upon the horizon, like the
wind itself
settles upon the
contours of the
windows into
the soul
itself, or
into the poem
of hope itself,
yes, the embodiment of hope within the music,
within the music, the embodiment of the
music, the
soul, the visual,
the
art,
at least
tries,
at least
settles into the trickle
of a small stream
somewhere
making
almost silent
peace.

by David Michael Jackson
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