Biography of Jason Summers
I was raised in Gold Hill, OR with two younger brothers, Brian and Sonny. Growing up with my aunt and three uncles I gained a good work ethic in the wood industry. My grandfather had his own wood hauling business and ever since I could swing an ax I was helping him. I have 3 beautiful children, Dakota, Sierra, and Shasta. I have been writing since I was 13 and have written over 200 unpublished poems. It has been just a hobby that I am very proud of. I have written for weddings, anniversaries, funerals, birthdays, holidays, and many other occasions. I can usually write about anything I set my mind to and once I get an idea my hand flows across the page. I know that when people write it is often a part of them and I can sometimes sympathize with what other people are going through without having to experience it myself. I have one published poem that I submitted into a poetry contest, but unfortunately I had to buy the book in order to see it in print. Poetry has only been a hobby for me but I love to hear criticism from anyone who will read and/or listen. I like to write by telling a story that most of the time everyone can relate to. My signature style that I stand by is that I create a title first before I begin my poem.
Jason Summers's Works:
No currently published books.
Jason Summers Poems
Stop The Pollution
Breathe me the cool air of the wind, Stop the pollution, let the waters run clean again. Remove the smog, industrial hogs, Corrosion of the Grand Canyon
When you go, I want you to stay, I do not ask, unsure if you feel the same way.
Federal Bureau of Investigation, More like 'Families Broken by Interrogation.' In courts we are said to be lying while under oath. The government agents say their own lying truth.
A Mother's Love
A Mother's love is stronger than any bough, And we know how boughs can break. She can turn tears into a smile, Because a Mother knows the love it takes.
Silence, secret, shadows Darkness draws the night Black shapeless silhouettes None full of light.
A Second Chance
I decided to go to a party with friends I've known for years And the first thing I noticed was a tub full of beers. I grew up believing I could hold my own with a few But a few became too many as the length of the party drew.
(9/11) A Prayer And A Promise
On a Tuesday morning in early September A new day in history we will always remember News updates flash every radio and television station And the words of shock, 'oh my God, ' echoes throughout the nation.
Smile Now, Cry Later
I lie awake in the middle of the night Rehearsing the speech that would have made things right. All I wanted was a second chance, The moment suspended and slipped from my hands.
Compassionate thoughts and feelings of emptiness Are almost always expressed in sadness, grief, or distress. But in conflict of life and death there is a pause For life is a common interest, for death there is no cause.
They grew up living next door Playing together and spending the night to sleep-over. Their childhood memories are remembered days of the past Through the continued habits now the memories still last.
Now it's time to say goodbye, We'll turn our backs and hold our tears to cry. Stuffed feelings and emotions will be no more Because we were never there before.
From His View
On a cold Christmas Eve night I sit in the full moon light, Houses lit in red, green, and white I grab the cuff of my collar and hold it tight.
If you think of pain which is extreme This poem is worse than any you dream. There was a man who loved everyone and Him Who spared our lives to carry no sin.
Now I lay me down to sleep To seek my answers that dreams keep. To search my soul of honesty And to replace the fears of hostility.
A Second Chance
I decided to go to a party with friends I've known for years
And the first thing I noticed was a tub full of beers.
I grew up believing I could hold my own with a few
But a few became too many as the length of the party drew.
I began to stumble and check out women up and down
I finally got the hint that my friends didn't want me around.
Making my way to the door I heard, 'please, give me your keys.'
I turned and said, 'don't bother, ' as I dropped to my knees.
A pain in my stomach made