Window Poem

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

The Fool Returns to Rhyme Poem

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

 

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

 

Radon poem by Janet Kuypers

Radon

Janet Kuypers

from the “ Periodic Table of Poetry” series

Went into Austria,
to the Gastein Curative Tunnel
where the ambient temperature
was close to one hundred degrees,
the humidity was almost eighty percent,
and the natural tunnel also contained
a shocking amount of radon in the air.

Now, I know the EPA reports
that radon exposure in the home
can lead to up to twenty thousand
lung cancer deaths per year.

And you know, I kind of
don’t want to get lung cancer.

But in the Gastein Curative Tunnel
in the “Hohe Tauern” mountains,
first explored to mine for gold,
they noticed the extreme heat and humidity.

But then they noticed that mine workers
with rheumatic problems
were getting better when there,
and they all had more energy.

After discoverig the Radon in the air,
they found that staying in the tunnel
for certain lengths of time
helped their ailments.

The Radon in the air helped
make their body heal itself faster.

I mean, people today still use this tunnel
for curing assorted ailments,
so I thought,
one visit won’t give me lung cancer,
maybe this is something I should try.

So I went to the Radhousberg tunnels,
wore a swimsuit and rested in the tunnel
for 45 minutes in silence with other attendants.

From breathing training,
I tried to take deep long breaths
as I lay in the tunnel
to get all the air I could
and soak in as much Radon as possible.

I saw someone opening and closing their hands
while they were laying in the Gastein Curative Tunnel;
it made me wonder if it would help my hands
from typing so much on the computer.

Yes, I was dripping wet
from the heat and the humidity,
and drank a ton of water,
but it was probably novel
to travel four thousand seven hundred miles,
to defy the EPA
and overload myself just once
with a radioactive element.

From Summer Breeze To See You Again

fall softly sweet jasmine
released from rooted home
i’m sorry some nursery person
potted you from your nature
happy you somehow ended
in the middle of my living room
named in honor and as a go-between
my thoughts to my dis-incarnate loved
one who suffered thru his path as long
as he was humanly able
thank you for the effort to say goodbye
never knowing
i’ve been there and it is hard and yes
we all let go of everything somewhere
down some time line
letting go the pain goes too
then what is left is hope
to see you again…

 

Summer Breeze a.k.a Edy Lou Benjamin  Mother of Motherbird.com our home of peace and love. The  refuge of hope in this world lies down each night as Edy Lou Benjamin and rises each day as Summer Brezze, the founder of Motherbird Books and the motherbird for all poets who hope someday to deserve her.

This poem re-printed from Jalapeno Peppers