A moment of kindness
overcomes a day of unkindness
any time you encounter it.
A smile and free food
offered unexpectedly one day can
overturn a neighbors
mean look another day
and make the sun shine
and the make the chickens of
idle chatter peck
away at cares and woes
in the barnyard of my life..
A smile is never
corny
is never outdated or out of
style.
david michael jackson june 18, 2012 editors@artvilla.com
Catharsis
You happened so rarely
like some endangered
species you were.
You built my tension like
sex
and released me in
a torrent and I rose and fell off off
your cliff
into bliss that could never last but must
fly out like fireworks for
an instant
oh where have you been my love
my one
my only
oh where have you been my one and only
I digress
and you wait for me
wait upon your soft pillows
More That’s Not Music
david michael jackson june 11, 2012 editors@artvilla.com
let the light flicker again tonight
leave the lights on she sings
oh oh the music stops
the music always stops then begins
like the leaves always wave
making holy sounds with the winds
Discouragement Dave
sing another song of discouragement
foolish one
the night brings a kind of wisdom
unknown by the day
the flowers close at night
good night
david michael jackson June 9, 2012
Stalker
There is indeed a stalker in my dream
He waits among the broccoli sprouts
Waiting for me to pass as an ant today
Today I shall be the smallest ant in the field
I shall carry the pieces of leaves toward
Pyramids
I shall ride in your collar and wonder at your
Life
I shall wonder at the cashier, the driver, the toll
gate worker, so many strangers
You’d think I’d have seen them all by now
So many like me
Engineer with prints, artist with canvas, musician with violin of very
old wood,
So many to the slaughter, so many like me
Walt’s wagons is now the semi-trailer driver
The same staunch strength, he has not changed
So many like me
The press operator stamps parts with earplugs in place
His grandfather the blacksmith is in his hands, in his feet
They are the same among so many
This farmer’s son has wide feet for the plowed earth,
Sits in his cubicle without the need for wide feet
Writes poems he does, this ant in your collar
Shreds leaves
Builds pyramids
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