For Michael Jackson (R.I.P)
On the death of Michael Jackson;
The tears fill the earth,
Black or white;
The Liberian girl cries,
And so does dirty Diana,
even the stranger in Moscow,
We all scream;
“Oh it’s too bad; oh it’s too sad;
The king is gone too soon,
And I just can’t stop loving him!”
Surely we all remember the time;
When we couldn’t stop, because we couldn’t get enough,
Surely we all remember the time,
When no mortal could resist the thriller.
Oh sadness for us of this world.
Tick tock,
tick tock,
Farrah Fawcett is gone,
and now Michael too!
Tick tock,
tick tock,
On and on,
we all steadfastly march;
dazed or not,
fazed or not,
to the grimmest reaper of them all,
that timeliest keeper of them all.
On and on we all steadfastly march,
to death the smoothest criminal of them all.
D E Wasake
26 June 2009
P.S: Several of the lines are adopted from several of Michael Jackson’s songs.
11 comments:
Well said.
forever defined PYT for me.it is indeed sad!
Well said indeed.
I have childhood memories involving MJ and you...
lol @ petesmama and having memories involving MJ & you
It's sad losing those two individuals all in the same year and hours apart
well writ!
Hello, Ernest.
I remember reading a poem here (if memory serves) called something like Return to Sender?
Is it here that I read it? If yes, can you please point it out to me from your archives?
You see, your archives are rather big, and I can't quite buy your Lulu.com book, either. :o)
Great Tribute...
I did not even get to shake his hand yet he was such an influence
Tumwi: Thank ya!
Emry's: I call young girls PYTS..of course thanks to that!
Petesmama: I wonder which ones..perhaps a billy jean somewhere, a beat it somewhere else...
Walkonby: it is so sad indeed...
Heaven: Thank you!, been a while..
Emi: i cried like he was a family member so i understand completely!
27th: I dont have a poem by that name or with reference to that..at least not yet written! I usually remove poems from site after exhibiting for some time...gotta make money eh! oh well if i find it, will re publish it for you
wow i loved this beautiful, its been awhile since i read nice poetry!but he will be missed
You saw mine? I like yours better. The reader can hear all these songs you include so skillfully, so clearly.
Michael Jackson
i.
in spite of what is said of him
what’s been said of him
what’s believed by some of him
never have I stopped believing in him
loving his music, needing his art, his witness
it’s just that he blew up too big
in this state, living, strained,
suffering for decades
who is without it has no concept
of the pain, of the strain of fame
living too large, too full, too taut
now he’s popped
pin or some point he bumped into
came up against and burst
© Obediah Michael Smith, 2009
26.06.09
This is the one I'd intended to share actually. Forgive my having hogged up so much space.
Whistling Saw
for Michael Jackson
certainly passed, any further possibility
of singing, of dancing,
of moon-walking any further or ever again
if his brain’s no longer in his head, in his body
if his brain is no longer in his brain box,
in its jewelry box
if his brain is in one ice box and his body’s in another
raise the hood and the engine’s missing
such a vehicle unable to run
whether he was fully dead or not
whatever little juice of life might have been left
enough to lift a finger, lift an arm or leg
someone from India or Christ himself
on the way to save the day, the king of pop,
the pop star
too late to restore life or sanity
with his brain missing, with his brain gone
beyond any possibility of restoration or reparation
a mummy already, a figure fit for a museum
far from live, from life
miles from us, left to mourn
© Obediah Michael Smith, 2009
11:56 a.m. 07.07.09
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