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BLUES ON THE RADIO poem by Tony Nesca

BLUES ON THE RADIO
laura,
tears run silently down her
cheeks
coffee in front of her
old blues song on the radio
mom too tired and hungover
laura wanting happiness
wanting understanding
mom too tired and wasted
ain’t no purpose she says,
there ain’t none
mike at home lighting a
rock
tears on his cheek
heavy metal on the ghetto
no family
friends an illusion
“c’mon,’ says reggie,
“it ain’t so bad”
laura hands mom a smoke
mom shaking the hangover
chills
shaking hand lights a match
laura
looks out window
kids playing in the snow
mailman on corner blows out smoke
a firetruck makes its run,
ain’t no purpose she says,
there ain’t none
mike shakes reggie’s hand
“we’re not going to make it, are we?”
reggie smiles
laura cries
“no…”says reggie,
“but who the hell does?”

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Old Radio Show from Artvilla

Radio 10


This features some really good guitar by Andy Derryberry, readings of poetry with music. Poems by Wordplay’s Rebecca Buchanan, Ken Peters, and a reading by Janet Kuypers

Beautiful Flower Poem

You cannot expect to find

a beautiful flower poem

here.

I can write nothing

as beautiful as a flower.

If millions read my poem

every day for

a million years,

its beauty can last

no longer

than a

flower lives.

 

 

david michael jackson     May 11, 2012    dave@artvilla.com

Love is the spring that feeds the well

Love is the spring

that feeds the well,

the well where we lower

our bucket.

We lower the bucket into

our own well of hope

for the ladies,

for the children,

for each other,

for ourselves.

We lower this bucket and we drink

the water

and the spring rushes from

the earth

and the well

never runs dry

as long as there is

love.

 

david michael jackson    may 6, 2012    dave@artvilla.com

The One Good One Poem

Completely he turned to the left,

to the right.

“Don’t stop moving the fingers”,

he said,

“The keys must click like horses hooves.”

Turn at last

toward the angry people you met and the one

good

one,

with the smile today,

when she didn’t have to,

when it wasn’t necessary,

when it

counted.

Thank you.

The one good one is the

one

The others are

to be

simply forgotten

…………the silver moon

demands it.

The silver moon

is sometimes golden

like that smile.

 

 

david michael jackson  May 4, 2012

Hat Poem

 

Hat Poem

Hats say something.

they are never ever ever just hats.

They are

cowboy hats

baseball caps,

top hats.

They speak up, these hats,

they make statements,

they are never ever ever quiet,

hats know they are on top.

Sometimes the ladies

wear feathers in them,

the gentlemen tip them,

we straighten them.

They are always on the

top top top

of the world, these hats,

but what you don’t know is

hats

never wanted to be

hats

they wanted to be

beavers

because they all heard

beavers can

make

baby

hats.

 

david michael jackson   May 3 2012   dave@artvilla.com

David’s Folk and Love Songs