David Michael Jackson – Page 36

Happy Birthday Pops

June 6, 2015August 4, 2012 by David Jackson

Louis has a lot to say in the prologue to to this song. I wish what he wishes.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wgYgl4OodeY
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VxjzkttwpuQ
Gotta Hear Hello Dolly, Ya know?

You just gotta hear this one too He sings of angels singing above. He’s one of them now and I see why the singing of angels has to be so special.

(August 4, 1901 – July 6, 1971

When I was a child in Tennessee the only black people I got to see on TV were Sammy, Louis, and Nat. I was a little boy and I didn’t understand. I still don’t. Now I know they helped take us beyond all of that or at least get us on the road.
In a large way I grew up with Louis Armstrong. He became a part of all of us. Our love for this man flows because of the joy! If you took joy and condensed it, squeezed it down until it was pure, you’d have Louis Armstrong. You made one little boy smile and you’ve made the old man smile with a tear.
Hey Pops, thank you for the joy.

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Ten Second Poem by David Michael Jackson

November 10, 2015August 3, 2012 by David Jackson

Befits me I guess this
serving of poems in the night.
You read the poem and leave me
silently.
I put my name on it but you do not remember me
tomorrow.
My fifteen minutes is ten seconds of your time,
ten seconds of hers, of his.
I have ten seconds, ten seconds.
My father, my father,
oh how his eyes did shine!

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He Speaks Poem

June 7, 2015August 3, 2012 by David Jackson

UNTITLED

he speaks it plainly

like simple cotton cloth

like grain

simple grain in the field

he says it purely

not bundled

not cooked

raw

he says it plainly

like the wind

and not the metaphor of the wind but

the

wind itself

making noise in the

trees

Hot Day Poem by David Michael Jackson

June 7, 2015August 2, 2012 by David Jackson

These Moments
by David Michael Jackson

These moments lead to other slow,
oh so slow, moments leading to endless
eternities.
If the universe exploded once,
it will explode again leaving us with
that question,
floating over the horizon like
simple dew drops,
waiting for the hot summer sun to leave them
seemingly
gone,
seemingly vanished into the noontime
of a hot day with a hoe in my hand in
the field,
the hot field of a farmer’s son.

Stream of Conciousness Poems by David Michael Jackson

June 7, 2015August 1, 2012 by David Jackson

So Here We Are
By David Michael Jackson

poets know about letting go
about the stream which flows
like thin molasses on a hot day
red and orange dolphins
swimming in the purple sea
of my thoughts
but…
you already know
the water which flows like a
cliche into your
consciousness from my
consciousness
you already know
how the arms hang long and thin
and the fabric lays just so
you already know of the wetness of the street
in the darkness
you already know
of the fingers in your hair and
the lips
so there we are
again once again
in the twilight, trying to remember the
dawn
so here we are
and here we
have always
been