I could write a twitter poem unless I have too bitter grown to try to capture the twitter poem throne
— Artvilla.com (@Artvillacom) September 30, 2013
David Michael Jackson
Facebook Ten Commandments
Thou shall have no other websites before me.
All other websites must present themselves to me and beg to be noticed.
Thou shall not kill thy page.
Thou shalt like thy friends and some of their posts
Thou shall not post too much.
Thou shall not get an account for thy cat, thy dog or any likeness of any thing that is in heaven above, or that is in the earth beneath, or that is in the water under the earth.
Thou shalt promote thy post.
Thou shall make no craven image in the shape of twitter birds.
Thou shall not covet thy neighbor’s likes
Thou shalt like this post.
david michael jackson
Self Portrait by Chris Carmichael
Actually a good likeness. Talented people seem to have a Midas touch and this minimalist effort shows that Chris can be very expressive in any media.
We have been the home of our Chris Carmichael pages since 2000. Chris’ discography grows so fast it’s hard to keep track of it. For Chris, ‘lately it’s movie soundtracks, adding strings to George Strait, Buddy Guy and, it seems, every name in music. Chris is also Artvilla’s friend. He’s that friend who “went and got famous”, and we don’t brag about him nearly enough. We are going to change that because his work touches so many artists that it can suggest music that delights if we just pay attention.
If we are special at all,
it’s because of the friends we’ve made.
If our lives matter at all
it’s because of the love we’ve shared.
If our time is well spent,
it’s well spent together.
and if we are to be remembered
it’s because of whom we helped
and who helped us.
david michael jackson
Poets Lament
A post hole digger
at best
at best some irises ,
at best
the wind making waves in the grass
at the very least
death
making waves in time
there could be no other way
there could be no other way
type it out each time
type it twice
No more whiskey of the mind.
See the grass between the toes?
See the cloud?
That’s Wordsworth’s cloud.
That’s Whitman’s grass.
Yours truly
An obscure poet in an anonymous place
singing songs of grass and clouds.
Rattle your chains.
Bang the pots and pans and slam the cabinet doors.
Rattle your chains
Pick at the lock
Do not go
quietly below the clouds and grass
david michael jackson