Poetry Posts

Never Mind Poem by David Michael Jackson

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Reading by Andy Derryberrry  Music by David Jackson from Dreams

Okay I’ll write more
and take the time to cry more
It takes time to cry
you have to make time, to stop,
because doing, doing, doing is what
we are told
is the way to be.
I’m writing a poem.
Never write a poem about writing a poem
that what we teach
and that’s what I’ve done
so never mind,

Nevermind as the walls
crash, as the walls crumble,
crumble as surely as the tanks fire at them,
and as surely as babies die.

yessireee
don’t ever write a poem
about writing poems
and that is what I’ve done
so
never mind
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Heartache Poem

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Reading by David Jackson  Music by Andy Derryberry  from Dreams

 

Heartache Cafe

It’s so nice of you to join us here at the heartache cafe

We at the heartache always I mean always like your visit yes we do
yes we always yes always like to see you
Well I went down to town one day yes I went down to town
I stopped into the heartache cafe…had me some eggs..a cup o’ coffee
talked to the waitress….read the paper….at the heartache cafe
Yes we’re glad to see you here down here on heartache cafe day
I was comin here to entertain you but you didn’t show up
now I’m standin’ here all alone singin’ this song to you
at the heartache at the heartache at the heartache cafe
Sittin’ in the heartache cafe sit an’ have a latte

a brief respite that’s respite r…e…s…p…i…t…e
a moment’s repast as they say
at the heartache cafe

 

david michael jackson 1998

Window Poem

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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

Batman Poem

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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

The Fool Returns to Rhyme Poem

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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