Seymour Shubin – Page 4

The Bet

January 17, 2013July 1, 2012 by David Michael Jackson

I guarantee you, he said
At the end of his mother’s funeral,
That the dead will meet,
That they will look in full health
To each other,
Just as they were.
Oh yeah, I thought , and where
Do I collect if you are wrong?
But that was then and this is now
And oh how I miss her
And how I want to give
His money back.

Originally Publihed as The Bet Poem

Now I Lay Me Poem by Seymour Shubin

January 26, 2015June 11, 2012 by David Michael Jackson

NOW I LAY ME…

Sleep is easy

Just close your eyes

And

Try not to think

But if you must

Think only happy

Ones, like the time

No that wasn’t so happy

Think of the seashore.

The waves

Think of the waves, count

Them

All right, fifty is enough,

Think of other things

Like the time.

Like the time

Think of pretty things,

Like…like her,

Oh God, now the heart is racing,

Nothing feels comfortable,

Not this bed, the pillow

All right, pillows

Get a drink of water

And one of the pills

Just one more

Stop kidding yourself,

You’ve had one,

Just don’t take another

Mustn’t take another

Count…keep counting

.My God it’s three o’clock.

You shouldn’t have looked at your watch

Shouldn’t have turned on the light and looked at it

On the nighttable.

Tomorrow I promise

No more pills

Just the one more tonight

One more

And not tomorrow

Ok, ok, this one, just this one….

Please God don’t let me

Wake up dead

Other poems by Seymor Shubin

Immortality a Poem by Seymour Shubin

January 26, 2015April 29, 2012 by David Michael Jackson

Immortality

Grandeur is lost in dust,and strength in clay

Yet beauty is more beautiful to the eye

That sees within an object its decay

And loves it knowing it must die.

Say, love, if we could live forever

And death were dead and time a thing

Becalmed and stagnant, powerless to sever

That taut yet gossamer like string

That binds us each to each, would we then be

Happier and more content? Would we not waste

Hour after hour, knowing that we could see

The next day’s hours? And living without haste

We might spend endless hours in delay

While now we’re conscious of passing time

And spend each moment in a deathless way.

Wait Your Turn Poem by Seymour Shubin

January 26, 2015April 23, 2012 by David Michael Jackson

Wait Your Turn Poem

Where j’all go?

It’s not my language, that, but it just came out.

It needs a bigger language than my own.

So many gone.

All, in fact.

The whole gang.

All the guys, and more.

Tell me, where j’all go?

And why not me?

Shh, shh

Just wait your turn.

Wait Your Turn Poem Seymour Shubin 2012