Here For Now Poem

here for now

here for now

 

the brush of an arm

the feeling of being there

If I could bottle that

 

the brush of an arm

the touch

ah

the poems in the night

lead to

nowhere

but

here

thinking of

there

and arms

here for now

then

nowhere

Will the universe still exist

without you?

 

 

Sleeping Poem



It’s Too Late For Sleeping

It’s too late for sleeping
and it’s too early to rise.
It’s your love that’s keeping
me up all night.

And it’s too early to wake you
with the morning sunlight
and there’s no need
for crying all night.

Yes it’s too late for sleeping
and it’s too early to rise.
I’m lying here thinking
of your pretty eyes.

I’ve waited too long to hold you.
Too long since last night
and just like I told you
We got it right this time.

Yes it’s too late for sleeping
and it’s too early to rise.
I’m lying here a dreaming
of your pretty eyes.

 

I’ve written a lot of love songs. This one is from a memory, a good memory.

Thank you for listening.

 

Thanks to Andy Derryberry for his excellent lead guitar.

 

david michael jackson  July 6,2012 2012   editors@artvilla.com    send sleep

 

How to Fight Ants With Instant Grits

I sometimes think I’m a pest

a pest like those tiny

ants I am constantly murdering.

I have been given a new strategy.

Feed them instant grits.

I’m told they eat the grits and swell up and pop.

It is a new approach,

rather than kill them,

feed them,

they are very hungry it seems.

We should try that with our enemies,

feed them rather than kill them.

I’m told I have to “regrit” after rain.

 

This suggestion and new word, regrit, via Daisy Sidewinder

If you ask google for regrit it says Did you mean: regret

Forget all the naysayers. Did I say it has to be instant grits?

 

 

david michael jackson    july 5, 2012     Send grits

Understanding Poetry

Beats Me

I don’t understand

If I’ve learned anything,

it is my

lack of understanding

I have

tossed around leaving marks everywhere.

Lord help me to shoulder

the burden of my own ignorance

and carry it

humbly for a change

and help me not to

say anything stupid this

time

but I have already failed

at that so just help me

to brush really well

and to sleep well

and to remember to

remember the good

times and to

remember

You gave me only

two things to do,

judge not and love my neighbor.

and I have failed at

both.

 

 

david michael jackson  july 3, 2012  editors@artvilla.com   send candles