Never Mind Poem by David Michael Jackson

 

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
***

Heartache Poem

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

To a Poet

we’ll see if the rant
was worth the time
we’ll see if the bottom
yields poems of rhyme

the earth should not care
not at all
if this one poet were to fall
and the bearer of wheat
becomes the wheat.

we’ll see if the rant
is worth the rhyme
we’ll see if the shell
yields pearls this time

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

Homemade Loving

Homemade Loving

by David Michael Jackson

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G
No more talking about leaving
……. C                 G
I’ve got a better idea
……………C
We got homegrown living
G
Hometown cooking
………..D7                             G
And homemade loving right here

Chorus
C                G
Homemade lovin’
D7               G
homegrown lovin’
…….D7                            G
It doesn’t get better than this
C                 G
Homemade lovin’
D7               G
homegrown lovin’
D7                            G
It’s the best that there is

G
D7           G
No more leaving without  talking
C                             G
I’ll put a bug in your ear
…………….C
We got homemade cooking
G
hometown living
……….D7                             G
and homegrown lovin’ right here

Chorus
C                G
Homemade lovin’
D7               G
homegrown lovin’
…..D7                            G
It doesn’t get better than this
C                 G
Homemade lovin’
D7               G
homegrown lovin’
D7                            G
It’s the best that there is

………C                         G
And home is where the heart is
D7                           G
Home is where the heart is
…….D7                            G
It doesn’t get better than this

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