David Michael Jackson

Window Poem

by

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

by

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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The Fool Returns to Rhyme Poem

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What an idiot

what a fool

what a perfect

perfect tool

What a sunrise

and sunset

It’s going to rain all night I bet

Once again the fool returns to rail

to roll the train of thought

to jail

Once again the tool is worn

until the metal’s scorn

returns to cut another time

and the fool returns to rhyme.

 

david michael jackson   july 8, 2012  my mother’s birthday

 

Here For Now Poem

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here for now

here for now

 

the brush of an arm

the feeling of being there

If I could bottle that

 

the brush of an arm

the touch

ah

the poems in the night

lead to

nowhere

but

here

thinking of

there

and arms

here for now

then

nowhere

Will the universe still exist

without you?

 

 

Sleeping Poem

by



It’s Too Late For Sleeping

It’s too late for sleeping
and it’s too early to rise.
It’s your love that’s keeping
me up all night.

And it’s too early to wake you
with the morning sunlight
and there’s no need
for crying all night.

Yes it’s too late for sleeping
and it’s too early to rise.
I’m lying here thinking
of your pretty eyes.

I’ve waited too long to hold you.
Too long since last night
and just like I told you
We got it right this time.

Yes it’s too late for sleeping
and it’s too early to rise.
I’m lying here a dreaming
of your pretty eyes.

 

I’ve written a lot of love songs. This one is from a memory, a good memory.

Thank you for listening.

 

Thanks to Andy Derryberry for his excellent lead guitar.

 

david michael jackson  July 6,2012 2012   editors@artvilla.com    send sleep