This is a live presentation of synthesizer and electric guitar which was composed in one take for a podcast. Guitar by Andy Derryberry Synthesizer by David Michael Jackson.
Guitar by Andy Derryberry
Synthesizer by David Michael Jackson
art music poetry
I Miss You | Poem and song by ERYK M MOORE
I MISS YOU
OFF THE TOP…I MISS YOU
LIKE THE DESERT MISSES THE RAIN
LIKE THE SCARECROW…MISSES A BRAIN
I… MISS…YOU
I MISS YOU LIKE I FOUND YOU IN A CROWDED MALL
SEARCHING FOR THE PERFECT GIFT
FOR MY SOON TO BE FANTASY
PUSHING THROUGH THE INSECURITIES OF YESTERDAY’S TOMORROWS
I FOLLOW THE SCENT OF YOUR DREAM…
INTO THE STREAM OF MY CONSCIOUSNESS
WITH THE EXPECTATION OF FINDING…YOUR SMILE
I…MISS…YOU
I MISS YOU LIKE I MISS THE SOUND OF HAPPINESS
PLAYING IN LIFE’S PLAYGROUND
AT THE AGE OF SIX…DANCING IN THE SUN
TO THE MELODY OF LAUGHTER
RIGHT AFTER A WATER BALLOON FIGHT
PROBLEMS TAKE FORM…AND TAKE FLIGHT INTO THE CLEAR NIGHT
AND DISAPPEAR LIKE BAD MEMORIES
THAT TAKE ON THE FORM OF OLD LEAVES…
AND FALL FROM MY TREE OF LIFE
I…MISS…YOU
I MISS YOU LIKE GOOD FOOD…COOKED ON SUNDAY
BY THE MOST BEAUTIFUL WOMAN IN THE WORLD
BLESSED WITH THE KNOWLEDGE OF GENERATIONS
YET DISPLAYING THE INNOCENCE AND THE SMILE…
OF MY GRAND PARENT’S SECOND LITTLE GIRL
WHO MADE THE SACRIFICE…
SO THAT MY LIFE WOULD BE SOMETHING MORE THAN A LAST NAME
SOMETHING MORE THAN 15 MINUTES OF FAME COULD EVER CLAIM
AND AT TIMES I FIND…WHEN I WALK THE PATHWAYS OF MY MIND
I COME ACROSS THE GIFT…THAT YOU’VE BLESSED ME WITH
AND I WONDER…
HOW COULD SOMEONE THIS FLAWED…BE SO BLESSED
HOW COULD SOMEONE THIS WEAK…BE SO STRONG
AND BEFORE LONG…
THE WALLS OF MY PREFABRICATED REALITY BEGIN TO FALL
AND THE OFF BEAT…UNWANTED SOUND OF THE ALARM CLOCK
BEGINS TO DROWN MY SENSE OF BEING
FREEING ME FROM MY DREAM…WITHIN A DREAM…WITHIN A DREAM
AND AS I SIT UP IN BED…
FORCING MY HEAD TO HOLD ONTO FLEEING MEMORIES
I SMILE AND WHISPER THREE WORDS
I…MISS…YOU
ERYK M MOORE
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The Dancers, The “Narcotics Poem” by Seymour Shubin
THE DANCERS
I was a cop.
so to speak, for that night,
and followed the real ones
into the lonely places,
the dives and the homes,
and saw the children crying,
and the poor mothers crying
and later on the way home
heard a cop saying,
“It should be fun tonight,
seeing them dance
in their cells,”
and heard me
whispering to myself
“No more of this,
Dear God, no more
no more.”
Seymour Shubin is a famous writer of crime and the psychology of crime. In a short and stunning way he has put an emotional edge on a serious issue.
The incarceration of Americans in the War on Drugs has reached epidemic proportions in the Black and Hispanic communities, but the impact is on the white community too.
All of the hot debates such as the right to bear arms, jobs, social security must seem meaningless to a large percentage of our population because of felony records for non violent “crimes”. The very records which should identify violent people are being handed out like playing cards and have had a definite Jim Crow effect.
Here is an excellent article by Michelle Alexander Michelle Alexander on The New Jim Crow and the school-to-prison pipeline
We support Michelle Alexander’s efforts and thank Seymour Shubin so much for this poem which so well shows the sorrow which must be there in the police as well. Bravo! Bravo!
This subject is what my humble song is about:
Joe Clark by David Michael Jackson
The Dancers © 2014 by Seymour Shubin
Image: Johnny Cash….We are using this image because we believe Johnny would be with us 100 percent.
david michael jackson May 9, 2014
Train Journey and Other Haiku by Nancy May
train journey
I have enough money
for no return
church yard
of those in residence
none have regret
a clock face
says the same time
each day
winter sunset
reflection in the mirror
twenty year pass
conversation
traffic lights switch
winter rain
leaking roof
the wasp’s wake up call
spring rain
Nancy May has haiku published in Haiku Journal, Three Line Poetry, Poetry Quarterly, Inclement Poetry, Twisted Dreams Magazine, Vox Poetica, Eskimo Pie, Icebox, Dark Pens, Daily Love, Leaves of Ink, The Blue Hour Magazine, Kernels, Mused – The BellaOnline Literary Review, Writer’s Haven, Dead Snakes, Danse Macabre – An Online Literary Magazine, High Coupe, A Handful of Stones, Lyrical Passion Poetry E-Zine, UFO Gigolo, 50 Haikus, The Germ, Boston Literary Review and Be Happy Zone. Haiku will soon appear in Every Day Poets, Cattails, M58 and Poems and Poetry. She is a monthly contributor at The Camel Saloon.
She has reached The Heron’s Nest consideration stage twice and the Chrysanthemum consideration stage once.
She is working on her first haiku collection.
BEAST LANGUAGE by IMRE LODBROG
BEAST LANGUAGE
BABY YOU SQUEAL AND YAWN AND BARK AND HOWL
I CAN’T MAKE IT OF A WORD YOU SAY BUT IT SURE IS
GOOD MUSIC TO MY EARS COOLNESS TO MY HEART
AND BABY WHEN YOU WHISTLE YOU’RE ON TOP OF MY CHARTS
THE BEAST LANGUAGE IS THE BEST LANGUAGE
TO TALK ABOUT STUFF LIKE LOVE AND RAGE
BABY I MOO AND CROAK AND ROAR AND GROWL
COS THERE ARE NO WORDS TO TELL AND THERE’S NOTHING TO BE SAID
BLOOD RUNS HOT RIVER RUNS DRY
SOMETIMES YOU WANNA YELL AND YOU DON’T KNOW WHY
SO THE BEST LANGUAGE IS THE BEAST LANGUAGE
SET THE LION FREE AND GET OUT THE CAGE
BABY WE MOAN AND CROW AND SQUEAL AND GROAN
THAT’S THE WAY THE BODY EXPRESSES THE SOUL
GOOD MUSIC FOR THE NIGHT WHEN THE NIGHT GETS DARK
WE CAN HAVE IT NOISY OR SILENT AS A SHARK
THE BEAST LANGUAGE IS THE BEST LANGUAGE
REMEMBER WE ALL ARE CHILDREN OF THE STONE-AGE