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

Rab Ne Bana Di Jodi India Splendor

If you have Netflix then check out this movie
Rab Ne Bana Di Jodi

It’s sweet to see a love story again. A deception. You know all along he will be found out. Beautiful scenes of India, a look at culture, songs, and love.

It’s really cool to review only the ones you like. Those who do this for a living have to bring tiny scalpels. They know more stuff than I. Also I’m late. My cat ate my review and I had to……..it’s a long story.

The header is good, the music is great, I watch the credits like I do with the good ones. Here is a quote:

“Oh God why do you add spice to our sugar sweet love story?”

…or something like that. …bloggers do extensive research. Everyone knows that.

It’s just about the best sugar sweet love story with spice I’ve seen in a while. Don’t worry Aunt Grace they put the words on the screen so ya’ll kin see what they are a sayin’

This little video clip strikes a pose for the movie. An artistic pose. Is it a conflict between the new and the old as well as a conflict between western culture and other cultures. Is it tradition itself versus Brando and Dean? Is it a cliche’. Yes and it’s, well it’s,

It’s a walloping good story with great music. That’s what it is.  A story where you love these people not these characters. Yeah I got a sweet tooth mama!

I can accept the glasses hiding Superman’s identity, the mask for others. There are great films where we can set reason aside. Superman puts on the glasses, Lois Lane can’t tell it’s him.  With most movies we don’t accept such things, we point them out. With great movies we accept anything they say. We leap gladly.

In Rab Ne Bana Di Jodi we accept gladly a lady who does not recognize her husband without a mustache. We accept it gladly, as gladly as Superman’s glasses, Zorro’s mask. It’s the great story overcoming the details. The drab conventional husband becomes the cool lover guy at his wife’s dance class. She ultimately has to choose.

I love a good cliche’. Somebody spent some big money to make a splendor of color and culture. This movie seems so close to failure that it succeeds wonderfully.

Oh my goodness Aunt Grace

Let’s cook.

 

 

david michael jackson july 2, 2012  editors@artvilla.com   send onions