A Play of words, poetry in motion
What did you do with the money the money for singing lessons? I could have drawn that. Is that your nose? You think you’re some kinda Hemingway, huh? Hey everybody over here We got us a Shakespeare. You aren’t gonna sing us another are you? Why do you do that? I will not answer you … Read more…
Universe The universe is a spot on a hair on a mole on the nose of an old man on a train crossing a field of yellow flowers by the sea
Soundscapes and birds eating bottle caps confuse me We suddenly seem so small with our sonar subs which can’t find airplanes and so big with the birds eating bottle caps Party at the beach and birds eating bottle caps stupid birds don’t eat those bottle caps you stupid bird It’s plastic you idiot What’s wrong … Read more…
Porch swing life in some other place moon humming happy bugs playing fiddles pies cooling by the window Down the road awhile in smokey midnight bars torchy songs low and thick red lipstick eyes closed songs for someone gone a long long time Outside slow motion saxaphone wakes the blood sends foggy feet to the … Read more…
The shoes lie on the floor with their their laces touching. One of the shoes is on its side. A third shoe has found its way and has joined the other two shoes. They have become a family of shoes, lying there with their laces intertwined watiing for me to go to bed so they … Read more…
You cannot expect to find a beautiful flower poem here. I can write nothing as beautiful as a flower. If millions read my poem every day for a million years, its beauty can last no longer than a flower lives. david michael jackson May 11, 2012
Love is the spring that feeds the well, the well where we lower our bucket. We lower the bucket into our own well of hope for the ladies, for the children, for each other, for ourselves. We lower this bucket and we drink the water and the spring rushes from the earth and the well … Read more…
Completely he turned to the left, to the right. “Don’t stop moving the fingers”, he said, “The keys must click like horses hooves.” Turn at last toward the angry people you met and the one good one, with the smile today, when she didn’t have to, when it wasn’t necessary, when it counted. Thank you. … Read more…
Hat Poem Hats say something. they are never ever ever just hats. They are cowboy hats baseball caps, top hats. They speak up, these hats, they make statements, they are never ever ever quiet, hats know they are on top. Sometimes the ladies wear feathers in them, the gentlemen tip them, we straighten them. They … Read more…
Lonely lives aren’t so lonely with a smile, so if you see a lonely life, smile for them. david michael jackson