A Few Poems For Michael Jackson

Michael was the youngest in the group and the lead singer. His performances and the groups were awe inspiring.

I grew up with the tunes of Michael Jackson and the Jackson Five. When I was a child all the guys and gals in my neighborhood had fun trying to sing and dance like Michael.

He had the sweetest voice for such a young child and the smoothest dance moves. We would have talent shows at our school or community recreation center, and there would always be a number of us who wanted to portray Michael and the Jackson five.

As he and we grew older we still enjoyed his sounds and performances. No one makes all perfect decisions in their lives. As with many a great artist he has had some ups and downs. But through it all, his musical talents have been phenomenal genius.

Michael Jackson Is dead,

Oh I cry, Oh I cry,

Michael Jackson is dead,

Oh my, Oh my,

At first I couldn't beleive it,

So, I deny, I deny,

He was like family to me,

Family,

And millions more in his eye,

He taught me to moonwalk,

To turn and to spin,

He taught me to love,

And be honored by men,

He taught me being different is ok,

And no sin.

Michael Jackson is dead,

Michael Jackson is dead,

We never know how,

We never know when,

Michael Jackson is dead,

Let us pray...

Let us pray...

Amen,

Amen.

D. Alsup

Michael we love you,

We always have,

We always will,

From a child to adulthood,

Decade to Decade,

You amazed us,

With your poise,

With your skills,

We've carried banners and posters,

To honor you,

Throughout the years,

Saying,

"Michael We Love You,

We always have

We always will",

D. Alsup

Dear God,

It's not easy to lose a loved one,

So distant,

Yet so dear,

Whether he is a million miles away,

In our hearts and minds,

He is always near.

No matter what faith the other,

If you love them,

They'll always be there

His tune will come on the radio,

Or when we want,

We can hear a downloaded song,

And smile,

A warm smile,

And say

He is here,

He is here,

Even though

He is gone.

D. Alsup