Jakima Davis

No More

No more political poems
No more jazz and blues poems
No more poems about the revolution
Madness will end in my poems
No more angsty poems
Ghetto poems are dead
Poetic poems are dead
There won't be any love poems
No more panic poems
No sex poems for me
Trends are dead weight to me
Not a single money poem
I'll only write of God and nature
Then again I've lied

 

Stargazing

I hate my poetry
I hate jazz
I hate the blues
I hate alternative
Just a jigsaw puzzle
A kinder machine hand
Caught in the ozone layer
My life's a baseball game
Peel the paint off the wall
One of these days
I'll wake up dead

I was a racecar driver
Sailing on the sea
Bouncing off the clouds
My body shoots for the stars
The arrow in the air
Candy paint on my face
Sit upon my throne
Call me on the phone
I'm not very patient
I need to spread my wings
Trying not to cry

Airplane Blues

Looking at my airplane
Wrote my thoughts in the sky
Breathing a puff of smoke
I'll kill for speed and time
Save the last time for me

I can turn everything golden
Radio is my best friend
Take a picture in view
Look at me I can still roll
Be ready to play the game

I've made many mistakes
I've created homemade poems
Throw them to explode
I've picked up the telephone
Then put down the receiver

 

Jakima Davis has been writing poetry for almost 25 years.  She's been published in underground publications and published four chapbooks; one in 2016, two in 2021, and one in 2024.  She even had her poetry translated in German, Spanish, and Portuguese.  Ms. Davis is still waiting for poems to be published.