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Episode 21 — Words Have Power — The Jaime David Podcast
Intro:
Hey everyone, Jaime David here. Welcome to episode 21 of The Jaime David Podcast.
Today’s episode tackles a very serious and urgent topic: how words, especially from those in power, can have dangerous consequences.
This episode was inspired by a poem I wrote in response to a moment early in the COVID-19 pandemic when misinformation about disinfectants being a cure spread rapidly — misinformation that could literally kill people.
Background and Context:
In April 2020, during the early stages of the COVID-19 crisis, we were all desperate for solutions, for hope. But misinformation was spreading just as fast as the virus.
A particularly alarming moment was when the President suggested injecting disinfectants might cure the disease. This was not only false but extremely dangerous.
My poem, “Words Have Power,” was my way of speaking out against that kind of reckless speech, emphasizing the real physical harm it could cause.
This poem was important to me because it highlights the crucial responsibility leaders have when they speak publicly, especially in a crisis.
Words can save lives — or end them.
Poem Reading:
Here’s the poem “Words Have Power”:
Trump had said That if you inject Disinfect- -ants into your veins,
That it will cure COVID-19.
That is dangerous. That is stupid. Doing that will kill you. It is very lethal.
Disinfectants are meant To be used on surfaces. You must use them as directed. If you don’t, you can wind up dead.
Don’t try it at home, folks. You’ll need to go the hospital. It won’t be fun.
If you inject chemicals into your lungs, You can develop stridor. You’ll be gasping for air As the chemicals corrode your Respiratory system.
It will be very painful. The lining will peel off. It is not something you’d want to experience.
Reflection:
This poem is a stark reminder: words have real power.
Misinformation — especially when it comes from high-profile figures — can cost lives.
During the pandemic, we saw how deadly false claims and unsafe advice spread, sometimes encouraged by leaders who either didn’t know better or didn’t care enough.
Public trust and clear, truthful communication are essential in crises.
It’s vital that we all question information critically and listen to experts.
And as a society, we must hold leaders accountable for the impact of their words.
Closing:
Thank you for listening to episode 21 of The Jaime David Podcast.
If this poem or topic resonates with you, please share your thoughts. We all need to stay informed and vigilant.
I’m Jaime David. Stay safe, stay smart, and I’ll see you next time.
Hey everyone, Jaime David here. Welcome to episode 20 of The Jaime David Podcast.
Today, I want to share a poem I wrote about something that’s become such an everyday part of life for most of us — the smartphone. It’s wild to think about how much these little devices shape the way we move through our day, connect with people, get information, and even take care of basic needs like food and transportation.
This poem, “A Day With A Smartphone,” is a simple story of a day in the life, seen through the lens of all the apps and conveniences that come with having a smartphone in your pocket.
Background and Context:
When I wrote this poem, I was reflecting on how technology is woven so deeply into our routines. From ordering a ride to paying for lunch, from watching trailers to reading the news, smartphones are these incredible tools that can make life easier — but they also create a kind of constant digital buzz that can feel overwhelming.
I’m fascinated by how technology both connects us and distracts us. It’s a double-edged sword. This poem tries to capture that balance — the convenience, the speed, the instant access — while still feeling grounded in the real world, like stepping outside for a breath of fresh air.
It’s a snapshot of modern life and how intertwined we are with these devices.
Poem Reading:
Here’s the poem “A Day With A Smartphone”:
Called a cab. Missed it. That’s okay. Just use the Uber app. Tell it where you’re going, and pay right away.
Five minutes later, the cab’s outside. Get inside, and you’re on your way.
Get dropped off at McDonald’s. Meet with your friends. Go to the counter, and pick up your order. Show the cashier your phone screen and the purchase you made on the McD’s app. Two minutes later, your food’s in your hand. How very convenient.
Sit down with your friends and chat about whatever. Show them the latest Marvel movie trailer by searching it up on the YouTube. Just then, you get a Twitter notification about whatever it was a celebrity had said. You then get an update from the NY Times app about a recent speech The President has made.
Later on in the day, you’re ready to go home. You use Google Maps to find out where you are And where the nearest train or bus stops are. Once you find them, you decide to walk there, so that way you can enjoy a breath of fresh air.
You soon get to the train station, and you use the local train app to pay. The gate is now open, and you can go through, so you do.
On the train, you debate what you want for dinner. Since it will be a long way until you get home, you decide to order from GrubHub. You schedule it to be delivered in an hour and a half, since the train ride takes an hour.
Once that’s out of the way, you decide to relax for the rest of the way. You download some tunes from Spotify and enjoy the rest of your ride.
Once you’re home, your food is outside. You take it inside, eat it, and go to sleep for the night. You set the alarm on your phone to wake you up in the morning.
Reflection:
What this poem really shows me is how technology shapes not just what we do, but how we do it. The smartphone is more than a device — it’s a companion through the day, a portal to the world, a source of information and entertainment.
But it’s also a reminder to take moments like stepping outside for fresh air or chatting with friends in person — simple things that can sometimes get lost when we’re glued to screens.
So, this poem is both a nod to how amazing technology is and a gentle reminder to stay present in the moment, even when our phones make life so convenient.
Closing:
Thanks for listening to episode 20 of The Jaime David Podcast. If you enjoyed this poem or have thoughts about how smartphones affect your day, hit me up. I’d love to hear from you.
I’m Jaime David. Take care of yourself, and I’ll catch you next time.
Hey everyone, welcome back to The Jaime David Podcast. This is Jaime David here, and today’s episode is about something very real, very personal, and something all of us face — death.
I wrote a poem called “Death” a while ago that explores my thoughts and feelings about loss, grief, and what it means to live a meaningful life in the shadow of mortality. I wanted to share it with you because it’s one of those universal topics that touches every human being, and sometimes we don’t talk about it enough.
Background and Context:
Death is a topic that can feel heavy, even uncomfortable. For some, it brings fear or sadness. For others, it brings reflection or even acceptance. When I wrote this poem, I was trying to work through my own understanding of death — what it means to me personally, and how it shapes the way I live.
I don’t claim to have all the answers. Honestly, I don’t know if there’s an afterlife or what happens when we die. What I do know is that death reminds me to appreciate life — to value the moments we have with the people we care about, and to try to be a positive force in the world.
This poem was a way to express those feelings — the struggle with grief, the uncertainty about what’s next, and the determination to live with purpose despite it all.
Poem Reading:
Now, I’d like to read the poem “Death” for you:
Death is a part of life. It causes us great strife. It takes away our loved ones And leaves us all alone.
It affects us all differently, For we have different ways that we grieve, But I know that I personally believe That death is the end; the end of everything.
Once someone’s gone, they’re gone for good. Maybe there’s a God and an afterlife. Who knows? All I do know is that I will always try To bring happiness and joy to the people in my life.
I will try to make the world great in the best way that I can By using the gifts and talents that make me who I am. I may not be perfect; not in the slightest But I strive to be a light; a light that shines brightest When I’m surrounded by those who are caring and supportive.
I don’t like to see people in pain, Either physically or emotionally. Their pain is something that I want to take away, But I know I can’t do that, For I’m not superhuman.
I’m only a man; a man with a plan; A plan to see this world be the best world that it can. How it will be done, I honestly don’t know. What I do know is that I’ll be a light that glows.
I care about people; always have and always will. That’ll never change; at least, I don’t think it will. I strive to be better; to be different. I want to learn from my own failures, shortcomings, and mistakes.
I want to be someone that people would want to meet. I want to be someone that people could appreciate. Even though I don’t expect anything in return, I will do anything I can to bring joy to this world, So that if I die tomorrow, I’ll be proud of all I’ve done.
I don’t know what will happen to me when I die. All I know is, I’m going to appreciate life and just take things one day at a time.
Reflection:
That poem reflects a lot of what I think about death and life. For me, death is the end — or at least, that’s my belief for now. But whether or not there’s something beyond, what really matters is how we live right now.
We all want to be remembered, to have made a positive impact on those around us. We want to shine a light, even in small ways, to make life better for others. And I think that striving for that light — to be kind, supportive, and to bring joy — is a worthy goal.
Grief is different for everyone, and there’s no right or wrong way to experience it. But what unites us is the chance to live fully despite knowing that death is inevitable.
So, to anyone listening who’s dealing with loss or just thinking about mortality — remember that you’re not alone. And if you can, try to be that light for yourself and others. Take life one day at a time, appreciate the small moments, and keep striving to be better.
Closing:
Thank you for listening to this episode of The Jaime David Podcast. If this poem or message resonated with you, I’d love to hear your thoughts — reach out anytime.
I’m Jaime David. Take care of yourself, and each other. We’ll talk again soon.
Hey everyone, this is Jaime David, and welcome back to The Jaime David Podcast. Today we’re diving into one of my longer, more personal works — a poem called “The Dome.” This poem holds a special place for me because it was the very first poem I ever submitted to a contest. Even though it wasn’t accepted, the whole experience, and the story behind it, really meant a lot. So, I want to share that background with you before we jump into the poem and then have a deeper discussion about it.
Background Discussion:
So, about a month before I wrote this poem, I was just casually browsing YouTube when I came across a video by a channel called DarkDocs. The video was titled “Is America’s Own Chernobyl Sitting In The Middle of the Ocean.” It really opened my eyes to a hidden environmental disaster — the Runit Dome in the Marshall Islands. This dome is essentially a concrete vault that holds radioactive waste from nuclear tests done decades ago. The problem is, with sea levels rising due to climate change, this dome is leaking or at risk of leaking radiation into the ocean, threatening not only the Marshallese people but potentially the entire world’s oceans.
Then, I saw another related video in the suggestions by ABC News, which covered the ongoing impact of this dome on the Marshallese community. One of the people they featured was Kathy Jetnil-Kijiner, a poet from the Marshall Islands who read a moving poem at the UN Climate Summit back in 2014. Her work inspired me a lot, so I followed her social media and found out about a book project she was involved in — a collection of scientific articles and poems about climate relocation and climate crisis. That’s when I decided to submit my own poem for the contest.
Fast forward to today, the poem wasn’t accepted for the book, but the editors told me they appreciated my excerpt and had a huge number of submissions. Even though I didn’t make it into the book, I’m sharing the full poem here because the message is so important — about climate change, about human impact, about responsibility — and I hope it resonates with you as much as it does with me.
Poem Section (casual lead-in):
Now, the poem itself is one of my longer pieces. It’s raw, emotional, and full of urgency, and I think it captures the complex mix of hope, despair, and responsibility we all feel when we think about climate change and environmental disaster. Let’s dive in.
Bikini Atoll;
They were told
The US were protectors
Of hope
And of freedom.
Instead, they were relo-
-cated from their homes
While their atolls
Were bombarded with radiation,
Which had took a toll
On them and their souls,
And the remains of it all
Were buried underneath a dome
That is called “The Tomb.”
How ironic it’s name is, so,
Because the Runit Dome
Has the potential
To become their own tombs.
With sea level rising,
It’s becoming a crisis
That if the radiation finds its
Way out, it could
Completely poison
The entire Earth’s oceans,
And this is because of the
Changing Earth’s climate!
Is there any hope for us to survive this
Disastrous threat that could possibly annihilate us?
I’d say there is, but we need to realize this:
For us to survive it,
We all need to rise up and
Take a stand for what’s right, which
Is saving the entire planet
From total destruction.
It may sound bleak; it may sound alarmist,
But I believe we all can grow and thrive despite this!
That is why I, a mere man who writes this,
An artist with a creative mind that is
Concerned about the state of the world and this climactic climate crisis,
Had decided to sit down and take the time to write this.
I wrote this poem
Because I care about my home.
I care about the loved ones that I call my own.
I wrote this for my friends; my family, too!
I wrote this for their friends, and their families, too!
I wrote this for everyone; everyone that’s in the room;
The room that is so big and so round and so blue;
The room that has oceans that spans millions of miles;
The room that has a diversity of creatures both on land and in the sea;
The room that has been around for billions of years;
The room that houses a species that has accomplished many great feats, but has also caused a myriad of tragedies that led countless people to defeat;
The room that I’m proud to call planet Earth.
I was not asked to be born on this Earth,
But it is my place; the place of my birth.
It sorta just happened; one day I was conceived.
I grew to a fetus, then a baby, and then eventually an adult human being.
It was a slow process; just like humanity’s growth on this Earth for thousands of years.
We started out in caves, and eventually made great things.
Along the way, we also had created
Devastating weapons that can harm us and hurt us in many ways.
The same goes with climate change; it’s mostly man-made.
It is a mess that we ourselves had made.
The consequences are dire; the Earth is on fire.
But if we take a stand now, I believe we’ll survive this!
The Earth is our home; it is our dome.
It is the one thing that should come above all!
Just as the dome
Located in the Enewetak Atoll
Has the potential
To destroy us all,
We too have the potential;
The potential to be saviors
For not just the here and now,
But for future generations.
That is why I had wrote this poem.
So if you see this message, please heed the urgency
To do something about this climactic climate emergency
That could lead to insurgency
Of disastrous natural convergency
That could inadvertently lead
To extreme diathermancy
And create great divergency.
We must fight this looming threat, and we must do so with great fervency,
For it is this Earth that we love with great ardency!
We must stand up and fight, and must do so without errancy.
We must not treat this threat as a mere nonemergency.
We must respect this planet with great amounts of conservancy,
And clean up this world with great levels of detergency.
This our home; the home that we were grown.
This Earth is our dome, and this is its poem!
Post-Poem Analysis & Reflection:
Alright, so what can we unpack here? The poem starts with Bikini Atoll, which was the site of devastating U.S. nuclear tests. The people there were forcibly relocated with promises of protection and freedom, only to suffer radiation exposure and loss of their homeland — a literal human tragedy buried under what’s called the “Tomb” or the Runit Dome.
That dome, as the poem highlights, is now a ticking time bomb because climate change is raising sea levels and threatening to release radiation into the oceans. This isn’t just a local problem — it’s a global crisis. The oceans are the lifeblood of our planet, and poisoning them could lead to catastrophic consequences for ecosystems and humanity alike.
But the poem doesn’t just stop at describing the disaster. It’s a call to action — a plea for us all to rise up, to take responsibility, and to fight for the Earth, our only home. It reminds us that while the situation may sound bleak, there is hope if we come together and act with urgency and care.
I also love how the poem personalizes this — not just as a distant environmental issue, but as something that touches families, communities, all of us. The Earth isn’t just a place; it’s our home, a dome that shelters us all. And like the Runit Dome, what we do to it can either save us or destroy us.
This poem was my way of processing the climate crisis and expressing my deep concern — and I think that’s something we all need to do. Reflect on what’s happening, and then ask ourselves: What can we do? How can I be part of the solution?
So, thanks for joining me for this episode. If this poem speaks to you, I encourage you to learn more about climate change, share your thoughts, and get involved however you can. Until next time, I’m Jaime David, and this was The Jaime David Podcast. Stay aware, stay active, and take care of our home.
Hey everyone — welcome back to The Jaime David Podcast. I’m your host, Jaime David, and this is Episode Seventeen.
Today, we’re looking at one of my shorter poems — but don’t let the length fool you. Sometimes a few lines are all it takes to set a whole mood. This one’s called “Subway Sunsets,” and it’s all about those quiet, still moments we sometimes catch in the middle of chaos.
Pre-Poem Discussion:
I remember writing this one after a long day, sitting on the subway, kind of lost in my own head. You know that moment when the train breaks above ground, and sunlight just hits differently? That in-between state — the commute, the twilight, the city buzzing but also somehow pausing just for you?
That’s what I tried to capture.
I think a lot of people associate the subway with stress, crowds, delays. But sometimes — not always, but sometimes — there’s beauty in that underground rhythm. Or, in this case, right above it.
Let me go ahead and bring in the poem now — again, it’s short, but it’s more about the feeling it leaves behind.
It’s the end of the day.
You’re on the subway.
It’s still twilight.
It’s not yet night.
Through the clear glass pane,
The setting sun is shining on your face.
Post-Poem Analysis & Reflection:
So that’s “Subway Sunsets.”
What I love about this piece is that it’s kind of a snapshot — like a Polaroid for the soul. It doesn’t try to over-explain or get too deep. It just says: here’s a moment. Here’s light hitting your face while the train rocks forward. That’s it. But that’s enough.
The phrase “It’s not yet night” really lingers for me. That liminal space — when the day’s ending but the night hasn’t fully taken over — can feel so reflective. You’re physically transitioning from one place to another, but emotionally, you might be stuck somewhere in between.
And then the last line — “The setting sun is shining on your face.” It’s simple. But in a way, it feels like a blessing. Like the universe saying: hey, before it gets dark, here’s a little warmth.
That’s what I wanted this poem to feel like. A pause. A breath. A reminder that even in transit — literally and figuratively — we can find beauty.
There’s also something quietly hopeful about it. The day might be done, but the light still touches you. You’re still present. Still here. And the moment still matters.
Anyway — thanks again for riding this one out with me. If you’ve ever had a small moment like that, where everything briefly slows down even in a busy space — I’d love to hear about it.
I’ll catch you next time on The Jaime David Podcast. Take care, and don’t forget to look for the light, even when you’re just riding home.
