Reading and music my Chris Carmichael
from Dreams
I am worn weathered wood.
I have seen the storms,
felt the hot sun,
endured the wind until
I am cracked.
My colors have faded into
burnt siennas, from red under
the sun’s rays.
I have seen the owl at night and
the hawk in the day for
I am a window in this wood,
this weathered wood.
I am a window or
I am nothing.
I am a window.
Sneak up.
Take a peek
into my panes.
She will be there, sitting
at the table,
having her tea
or holding her cat
quietly.
I am a Window © david michael jackson 2000
david michael jackson july 10, 2003 send one rose petal, just one
Homemade Loving
G
No more talking about leaving
……. C G
I’ve got a better idea
……………C
We got homegrown living
G
Hometown cooking
………..D7 G
And homemade loving right here
Chorus
C G
Homemade lovin’
D7 G
homegrown lovin’
…….D7 G
It doesn’t get better than this
C G
Homemade lovin’
D7 G
homegrown lovin’
D7 G
It’s the best that there is
G
D7 G
No more leaving without talking
C G
I’ll put a bug in your ear
…………….C
We got homemade cooking
G
hometown living
……….D7 G
and homegrown lovin’ right here
Chorus
C G
Homemade lovin’
D7 G
homegrown lovin’
…..D7 G
It doesn’t get better than this
C G
Homemade lovin’
D7 G
homegrown lovin’
D7 G
It’s the best that there is
………C G
And home is where the heart is
D7 G
Home is where the heart is
…….D7 G
It doesn’t get better than this
Copyright David Michael Jackson 2000
editors@artvilla.com
Batman Poem
Nobody reads poems,
nobody is going to read this crappola
why don’t you post some Batman so you can get
some real readers
you keep writing these poems
well they ain’t here goofo
they are on mindless television
seeing another body
another mutilated body
and blood on the wall
and brains
they are all over there waiting for the
team to get together after the next commercial
about their depression medicine.
Did you think about it again
and come back
did you bring Batman this time
or just come back to
deliver another overwhelming question
the question
that’s it
another question
paint it on the walls
where do we go from here?
where do we go from here?
We find that one batman person
that one precious one
who wanted a batman poem
and we
we
I
say
welcome spirit survivor.
Batman Poem by david michael jackson july 9,2012 editors@artvilla.com send poems
What an idiot
what a fool
what a perfect
perfect tool
What a sunrise
and sunset
It’s going to rain all night I bet
Once again the fool returns to rail
to roll the train of thought
to jail
Once again the tool is worn
until the metal’s scorn
returns to cut another time
and the fool returns to rhyme.
david michael jackson july 8, 2012 my mother’s birthday