If George Martin was the 5th,
as alleged,
and Yoko (possibly) the 6th,
as was said,
is AI the 7th Beatle
now John and George are both dead?
Altho' John, Paul, George, Ringo & AI
doesn't have quite the same ring to it,
'Now And Then', from 1979,
was a 2023 megahit.
Four voices whispered through paper-thin walls,
A thousand dreams inside me called.
I didn’t know what songs could free,
But something sang inside of me.
The drumbeat nudged my face to try,
To imitate, joke and make them cry.
It grounded stories, sharp and smart,
And settled deep within my heart.
The bass hummed low, it moved my feet,
A steady pulse beneath the beat.
It pulled ideas into line,
And taught me patience, over time.
The lead guitar blazed a fiery call:
“Erase the line called usual.”
I pulled the strings and buckled up,
And took the leap toward stand-up.
The vocals rose, my heartbeat stopped,
My thoughts froze still and worries dropped.
They turned my feelings all around,
And finished songs I now sing loud.
Imagine a Wall
Hidden away from plain sight
Somewhere down a side back alley
An aspiring art student one day
Choose upon this to paint
As in a dream a this vision he had seen
The previous night time before sleep came
A mosaic of pink beatles
Which spelled out the word
PEACE
With 1 red balloon string attached
And a single white dove
On each opposing side above
And in time come to pass the word got out
And people came to see it
Unfortunately though when enquiring minds
Duly asked what it's actual true meaning was
He had to admit he himself didn't have
The faintest idea or clue either
It was merely a vision from his dream
Now pink is just a color
Beatles are bugs
And both balloons and doves fly away
And Peace in itself is merely a word
Just a dream and a vision of death perhaps
And sneak preview of the after life
R . I . P
Hey Jude
I've only just myself heard the news
Yesterday
About the Beatle Bard shot in the back
Whilst crossing Abbey Road
By a catching coward reading in the rye
With a vacant rubber soul
Shooting a Revolver
And his eyes dimming White
Can anybody Help
As slowly like gravity the apple dropped
Watching report snippets of mourner's
by St Pepper placed in charge of crowd
control duty yelling at them to
"Get Back"
"Let him Be"
A
Hard Day's Night
Lies ahead for everyone contemplating
Trying to imagine what on earth has
become of this world we reside beside
each other in
When we choose to kill our prophets
who's message in only one of peace
and love rather than one of waging war
instead
Because the apple then surely rotten
and poison to the the core
Hey Eve
Dear John,
My name is Paul
Let it be
Can't buy me love
In this working class town
Where the Beatles came from
Meanwhile back
Sgt Peper
Plods the beat
Down Penny Lane
By Strawberry Field
Yesterday
All along the long and winding road
I heard the news today
Oh Boy!
Mother Mary had passed away
And though the mourners came in the pouring rain
Its very strange
How they come together right now
All the lonely people ?
Where do they all come from ?
Hey Jude ?
I am the Walrus !
Pre Beatles Fame
There are times when long time ago really is long, yet seen
with a cosmic sight, a speck of dust in the eye of the sky.
I think it was In 1956 I saw the Beatles perform at a place
called the cave in Liverpool. I was about seventeen worked
as a mess boy on a ship, cleaning pots and pans in the galley.
Back then the wages were low, yet we didn´t feel poor and
we had money for a pint of beer and a packet of woodbine,
potato crisp with a packed of salt inside...big deal.
Oh, shallow youth I found their music noisy and intrusive
I was trying to chat up a girl at the time, she was swaying
to the tune said the lyric was fantastic and I quickly agreed
became a fan overnight, yet never conquered her heart.
back on board - pubs closed early- I sat smoking cigarettes
listening to Hank William’s western music on the radio.
When the fab four hit the floor
Back in the year of sixty four
We all would scream and shout
Now we wonder what it was all about
We bought the records one by one
Long discarded these discs now done
Songs that have come and gone
Sweet memories of a favorite one
Let It Be was the one I liked
Records to number one did spike
Now a couple guys are dead and gone
Now Paul sings to them a tribute song
Memories will linger of the past
Beatle Mania will survive and last.
09/11/13
Something about way they wooed me
Attracted me like no others
Something in the way they used me
I won't ever be too old
to forget how those love songs moved me
Somewhere in their songs there grew
a sound, new, unlike the others
Something in their style so rare
It won't ever be too much
to sense how their music touched me
You're asking me will my love grow
This I know...this I know
You stick around now it may show
This I know.....this I know
Something in the way they played
And all I have to do is hear them
Something for the soul they gave me
It won't ever be too strange
to claim how the music changed me
________________________________________________
11/8/13 For Rhonda's Contest: Beatlemania
he signs his name - -
a madman smiles and strokes
his revolver
John Lennon
For Rhonda’s Beatle Mania contest
Look at us, all lonely people
Tasting your words as seasons roll
For dreams are reborn glazed by fire;
When strings explode, plucked to inspire
As lines croon, throbbing sighs kindle.
Notes of vision unchain time’s riddle
Let it be, verse rocks in vigil
Guitars strumming peace on live wire,
Look at us.
To all you say, make life flicker
While long and winding roads still dwell
Teaching the world love’s not for hire.
As fused pair, lyrics reach hearts’ spire
To cuddle hope, feeding desire,
Look at us.
~Lenon-Mc Cartney Team, inspiration
from the songs Eleanor Rigby, Let It Be,
and The Long and Winding Road
~To my uncles for their Beatles passion
~Beatle Mania Contest: Rhonda J. Saunders
How I wish it was Yesterday
When I would dance the night away
To music that was really cool
From the guys from Liverpool
Ringo, Paul, George and John
Who fascinated everyone
From Europe to the U.S.A.
They had a captivating sway
They played a rocking beat
That made me move my feet
From I Wanna Hold Your Hand
To Sergeant Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band
From Hey Jude with Na Na Na Na
To Desmond and Molly Ob La Di Ob La Da
Yes how I wish it was Yesterday
When I would dance the night away
It seemed like only yesterday
That the Beatles came on the scene
And the music that they played
Excited all the teens
They appeared on the Ed Sullivan show
To a TV audience that was all aglow
As they sang" I want to hold your hand"
One of the greatest hits of the band
They broke up in 1970
And rumors as to why were plenty
But there can be no doubt
That they made us twist and shout
10 - 16 - 2013
Back seat of a ‘56 Chevy
White with baby blue trim
Cruising out of El Paso town
Headed to the City of Angels
Glorious west-bound sunrise
Static, crackling AM station
Day Tripper on the radio
Beatlemania (The Fab Four As Lovers)
Once a choir boy, John turned to romance,
Fell for Yoko almost at first glance.
In full public view
In bed with her too -
Showed the world how to “give peace a chance.”
Quiet George played much more than guitar.
Lost his wife to another rock star.
Layla left him because
Of how hung up he was
On the music he made with his sitar!
Ringo acted in “Caveman” and met
His wife Barb (once a Bond girl) on set.
Though the film of this drummer
Was dumber than dumber,
Wise in love, he’s not left his Barb yet!
A heart breaker, Paul left Wife "One"
For Linda, and made her a vegan!
On their farm smoking pot,
They made money (a LOT)!
He’s a genius whose life sure seems fun!
written Oct. 13, 2013 for the BeatleMania Contest of
Rhonda Johnson-Saunders
This is not really me
Merely smoke and mirrors
Plying a day job
That pays the bills
The me
I see
Dissected into ribbons cleverly disregarded
Like a modern day beetle
Imagining all the people
Who have heard the news today and chosen to stay
Sometimes the clothes do not fit the father
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