David Michael Jackson

Quick Poem by David Michael Jackson

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Quickly
by David Michael Jackson

Write fast
don”t stop
let me hear those keys click
don”t you dare look up
you might miss this moment
out there
some where.
my soul on the paper
life ticks and tocks
the time away
slowly
one long endless moment
at a
time
waiting
waiting
for
something.
Don”t look up
you might
miss it.
This moment
p a s s e s
now this other moment
r e p l a c e s it
Each long
moment laughs at the setting sun
and
life passes
so
quickly.

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Originally published on: Jan 31, 2005
Read by Susan Mandel. From Dreams of David Michael Jackson:

The Old Men Walking Poem

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The air was hot but the shade was cool
and I walk over the roots on the moss
step step step
The old men sometimes walk
as if it’s their last walk
and the air, the air was hot but the shade was cool
beside the green river
making noise with the trees
The bicycles ride by
and the headphone people in sunglasses
look the other way as if to say
nothing at all
nothing at all.
The don’t talk to strangers people
go by
without
saying hello
to the trees and the old men walking.

—————-by David Michael Jackson

What Shall I Wear Poem by David Michael Jackson

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What Shall I Wear
By David Michael Jackson

I checked my closet today
Will I wear my feelings on my sleeve
Will it be my waistcoat of sadness
with the hopeless cape of yesterday
I would wear instead a shirt of love
with a coat of pure kindness
and shoes of a good journey
and gloves of giving
I look into a grey sky
and ask for help
with my wardrobe

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The Corn is Just Corn | A Poem

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this corn is just corn
This corn is just corn
and the words are just words
sitting on a page like a barn in a field
and behind the barn, a boy
among the chickens
with a stick for gathering the cows
on a path worn by cows walking in a line.
Heaa up there
He waves the stick.
The sun shines among shadows.
The wind blows.
The birds don’t rustle
because they’ve seen this painting.
The corn is just corn
and the words are just words
sitting on a page like the plow
being pulled pulled by the mule.
Gee
Haw
Whoa
Come up there.

Head on Fire Poem

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Head on Fire by David Michael Jackson

The news hit hard again

as he shuffled in the line and

searched his pockets

for tickets, his mind for answers.

“They cannot be so stupid as to return
to those days”

His face grew redder and redder,

His hair started to smoke.

The smoke rose into the grey sky.

Suddenly his entire head burst into flames.

He ran down the street, No

No

No”