Resident Poets

Permission Poem by Summer Breeze

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PERMISSION
Summer Breeze recites with David Jackson on guitar 🙂

 

my body was cold & shivered& shivered & shivered until it was warm
tears fell & fell & fell till they were gone
my campfire says “It is good to know cold.”
the full moon says “It’s good to know empty.”
the refugees say
“carry a child & you can go on”
i say
body, you have my permission to shiver
all the fears learned in childhood
shiver out the fear of the Unknown
make a lighter heart of company
meet a stranger with no stranger eyes
Heads or tails?
no
just arms & legs winding, walking
directing
this non-play no one applauds
this long stretch home
we all want home
a comfort zone of just being
a hand to hold & know we’re not alone
circles joining circles
making heads & tails of light enough
to heal a tattered heart
Edy Lou Benjamin

Summer Breeze (Edy Lou Benjamin) is the founder of Motherbird.com (Moongate). She is the motherbird for all poets.

She has lived her words:

Seeking World and Personal Peace Through Poetry

 Summer’s Poetry   /   to Moongate
 

Musicians needed for poetry

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Poetry with Music

Andy Derryberry and I started recording our music with with poetry 12 years ago. How prolific poetry with music is! The poet can write a poem a day, a good musician can compose a musical short piece every day.  As a comparison, a songwriter cannot write a good song a month. In a shorter time than you might think we accumulated a wealth of recordings. I will be presenting these because they make such a good post with the words and the music.

I hope to do more.

Hope is not a plan

So here is another plan. If you are a  musician who can  react to a poem as you read it. Contact me and let’s add some music to poems. The pay is commensurate with the income which for a poet is usually between zero and nothing whatsoever. The world, quite frankly is playing video games and doesn’t give a hoot. It’s not their fault. So do something for art’s sake. Maybe some future archaeologist  will find our work.

david michael jackson    july 11, 2012   editors@artvilla.com … send the muse

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