Best Beatlemania Poems
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
Categories:
beatlemania, celebrity, funny,
Form:
Limerick
Across the universe
Has there ever been a band,
That so many understand
Life changing music, made and played,
By courtesy, of their hand
Imagination limitless,
Creations lit the spark in us
Visions of a better time, unreal sublime,
Took away, the dark in us
Those were the heady days,
Absorbing us in many ways
Seducing ears, eyes filled with tears,
With how their songs amaze
Now I recall how sad we were,
At the setting of the sun
But all good things, must come to end,
When all is said and sung
I would wrap up all those lines,
That tingle jingle at the nerves
And send them in a rocket ship,
To burst, across the universe
Nothings gonna change their world
Nothings gonna change their words
Nothings gonna change their world
As they fly across the universe
For Beatlemania Contest
Poem Written 7 March 13
Categories:
beatlemania, music, change, universe,
Form:
Quatrain
In the 1960's the winds of change were blowing
As a generation came into its own
A feeling of revolution was growing
The seeds had already been sown
It was a time of hope and tears
Of the good the bad and the ugly
Of spaghetti westerns so aptly named
Make love not war protests proclaimed
But the war raged on just the same
The Barbie doll was introduced
And Beatlemania was set loose
Platform shoes were riding high
Mini skirts showed off thighs
Neil Armstrong walked on the moon
"This Magic Moment" was a hit tune
Everyone was doing the twist
To rhythms they couldn't resist
John Kennedy was the new president,
And planned to change the status quo
But on a fateful day in 1963
An assassin's bullet found its mark
And left a nation in the dark
Dr King and Robert Kennedy met the same fate
They were both killed in 1968
By the end of the decade we were left with a sad song
"Has anybody here seen our good friends Martin, Robert, and John
They stood for freedom and justice
But we just looked around ....and they were gone"
Categories:
beatlemania, hockey, , western,
Form:
Rhyme
My pulse is high and the heart beats double punch
Paul McCartney, George Harrison, John Lennon, Ringo Starr
Music, lyrics, melody in beautiful harmony
"Love me do" ..... yes, it feels like love ....
Strawberries crown in my hair with the boys
"Strawberry Fields Forever"
Quite a sweet dream ... "All You Need Is Love" .....
Paul, George, John and Ringo sings "Is not She Sweet"
I lose my breath, this must be "Real Love"
"Penny Lane" ..... Who is "Penny Lane"
"Please Please Me" - feel a little tired - "A Hard Day's Night"
"Help" they are behaving like "Bad Boy"
"Abbey Road" is a nice place .... but, "Let It Be"
I'm going home with a "Yellow Submarine"
"Cry For A Shadow"
28.10.2013 A-L Andresen :)
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Sponsor Rhonda Johnson Saunders
Contest Name Beatlemania!
Categories:
beatlemania, memory, music,
Form:
Light Verse
Oh, ain’t he plump,
Yeah, watch him shake his big round rump.
And the nicest way that I can say it is
Ain’t he plump?
Oh, ain’t he stout,
Yeah, see him twist and hear him shout.
And the nicest way that I can say it is
Ain’t he stout?
He’s disco dancing on the dance floor.
Good golly gee, he’s gonna do more!
See him jump
Well, see his pants rip; hear that thump.
And the nicest way that I can say it is
Ain’t he plump?
Oh, ain’t he plump,
Yeah, watch him shake his big round rump.
And the nicest way that I can say it is
Ain’t he plump?
Oh, ain’t he stout,
And now he's let it all hang out.
And the nicest way that I can say it is
Ain’t he stout?
He’s disco dancing on the dance floor.
Good golly gee, he’s gonna do more!
Watch him bump.
Well, don’t ya think he’s quite a chump?
And the nicest way that I can say it is
Ain’t he plump?
OH, ain’t he plump,
Yeah, watch him shake his big round rump.
And the nicest way that I can say it is
Ain’t he plump?
And the nicest way that I can say it is
Ain’t he plump?
Entry in John Heck's Beatlemania Sing-a-long
(Sing to tune of Ain't She Sweet by the Beatles)
Categories:
beatlemania, parodydance, dance,
Form:
Light Verse
For John Heck's Beatlemania competition. To the tune of "For No One" from the Revolver
album.
The day fades, the earth shakes
The Haitians find their homes no longer stand as families fear their future
They struggle through rubble
To find survivors, loved ones who've succumbed quietly to nature's violence
And in their eyes we see despair
No spark of hope behind the tears shed for victims
So many lives lost in tremors
They want help, they need ours
And so we dig through empty pockets struggling to find scant resources
And in our eyes they see empathy
In tears we promise to do what little we can offer
To ease a pain that knows no end
We stay home, we watch them
The TV shows such agony that all are moved to send their prayers and sympathy
A day breaks, our hearts ache
Such turmoil spills upon the screen and we reach out to help our Haitian brothers
And in God's eyes they are children
As are we all now joined in hearts and in sadness
Rebuild this nation with His help
Categories:
beatlemania, natural disasters, peopleday,
Form:
Lyric
It's been a hard day's write .
And I've been workin' at this screen .
It's been a hard day's write.
Ain't nothin' happening.
I'm feelin' mean .
But then , when I get that rush
It happens all of a gush.
You know I feel alright .
You know I work all day
And then dash home to
My PoetrySoup .
And it's worth readin' what they have to say
Those brilliant writers
Yeah ! , what a troupe .
But then , what I like the best
Is writing for a contest.
You know I feel alright .
I haiku
Limerick or strictly in rhyme .
Then I'll do
Free verse and all out of time .... time .. yeah !
It's been a hard day's write.
Brian Strand can do it and Rhoda too .
Mrs. O'Leary - George and Devonshire
Caryl and Catie , to name a few .
But when I read Caroline ,
Dane-Ann and Joyce chill my spine
You know I feel alright .... You know I feel alright .
Inspired by John's Beatlemania contest .
Sing to the air of " Hard Day's Night ".
Categories:
beatlemania, funnytime,
Form:
Rhyme
Here comes the sun
In this cold place I know so well
Waves of warmth have finally come.
So I’ll wait with my tale to tell;
Over my world, here comes the sun!
Always after the rain it comes.
Why would I ever need to run?
When I can stand and bid welcome;
Into my arms, here comes the sun!
In the black of night before dawn,
When my dreaming has come undone,
Wanderlust, banished with a yawn;
Into my heart, here comes the sun!
In yesterdays shadows and shade,
Many things wrong I thought were fun.
Lying here in the love we made;
Open my eyes, here comes the sun!
Where did you come from my sweet elf?
How did you know I was the one?
You bring laughter into my life;
When you give love, here comes the sun!
For Heather Ober - Beatlemania
Categories:
beatlemania, love,
Form:
Quatrain
I took a dive
And saw the fish.
A star fish too…
I made a wish.
An octopus,
A scuttling crab,
The ocean’s floor
Is never drab.
As mermaids sing
And dolphins play,
I wish this was
My holiday.
A treasure chest,
A sunken ship.
Now time to leave -
But what a trip.
I can’t believe
The things I’ve seen;
I wish I owned
This submarine.
For Heather’s Beatlemania contest
Categories:
beatlemania, adventure,
Form:
Quatrain
It's been dull and dreary for months on end.
The chill of winter is lingering long,
Invading my bones and disturbing my mind.
How I wish this season would hurry along.
Waking this morning I glanced out my window,
Expecting more snow, more clouds, more gray.
But to my surprise and immense delight,
Golden sunlight is in full display!
Here comes the sun in all of its glory,
To warm up the earth and begin its rebirth.
The ice will soon melt and nature awaken,
With colorful flora sprouting up from the earth.
Here comes the sun, see it rise in the east,
Feel its warmth on your face at midday.
Winter's sojourn is coming to an end.
Hallelujah! Spring is on the way.
2/14/13
Kim Merryman
For Heather Ober's Beatlemania contest
Categories:
beatlemania, nature, spring, winter,
Form:
Quatrain
dreams or illusions of living in peace and harmony
In thinking about life's problems I didn't come undone
images still float in the wind, music of the Harmonie
The magical dream of people on earth living as one
An adolescent desire of a world with a lasting peace
let us justify a bad decision to stop sowing seeds
or are we nomadic people, living like a flock of geese
Life is following the one in front, unsure of where it leads
with ideas, seeds are sown, establishing a path to peace
Can we transcend innovations, to stop following the flocks
to learn people exchanging views possibilities will increase
listening to people and stop throwing metaphoric rocks
"Yesterday, trouble was distant life a game to be played"
Our people may be gone, but our past lets us be unafraid
My angel seems far away, but memories will never fade
all dreamers, vying in the game of life will never be swayed
I still believe and long for yesterday
for Beatlemania! contest
of Heather Ober
Categories:
beatlemania, dedication, philosophy, song, tribute,
Form:
Quatrain
I've recorded the song, which you can hear here:
I did vocals and guitar - Sung to the tune of "We Can Work it Out"
What a TV Show
American Idol
There’s so many loonies seeking fortune
and fame
But I’m suicidal
Paula Abdul’s gone and Ellen’s just not the same
What a tv show!
What a tv show!
Some of them have talent
Many more are fruitcakes who love to screech
and howl
Oh so brave and gallant
‘Til they’re subjected to the snide remarks of
Simon Cowell
What a tv show!
What a tv show!
For every Clay Aiken, 10,000 Sanjayas
Are making an awful sound
You’re much mistaken if your burning desire’s
To hear Larry sing “Pants on the Ground”
Can I find a reason
To withstand my co-workers gentle rebukes
Yet every season
I tune in for more zany crazy tone deaf kooks
What a tv show!
What a tv show!
For every Fantasia, 10,000 William Hungs
Eagerly wait in the wings
They’ll amaze ya, these delusional throngs
Tell me why do we enjoy such things?
American Idol
There’s a bunch of loonies seeking fortune
and fame
Think I need a Midol
Good or bad, next year we won’t remember their names
What a tv show!
What a tv show!
For John Heck's "Beatlemania" Contest - The Beatles "We Can Work it Out"
Categories:
beatlemania, funnywork, work,
Form:
Lyric
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
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11/8/13 For Rhonda's Contest: Beatlemania
Categories:
beatlemania, music,
Form:
Lyric
Hey dude you think your so bad
you went out and shot your dad
just cause he dressed in plaid
reminded you of that dick channey lad
Hey dude dont feel so scared
for you should of seen my standing hairs
while you were pointing that shotgun everywhere
just glad it wasn't I standing so close there
And to think dude my heart didn't jump
come a little closer for I think I just took a dump
but let me go check behind this nice little stump
cracking a smile all the way from my rump
Hey dude your so gross
but its you who I love the most
as I raise this shotgun and toast
I see you running for the coast
So run dude as fast as you can
from any guy thinking they have a safe plan
let them go and join another rock band
for you can still think your life is so grand
Hey dude you think your so bad
now your the one dressed in all plaid
thirthy years for shooting that dad
now dick chaney's singing sorry and it's so sad
La La La La
La La La La
Hey dude
Footnote I Chose Hey Jude
Tribute To Gun Safty
Also Entry For John Heck's
Beatlemania Sing-Along
GL All
Categories:
beatlemania, dedication, education, funny, history,
Form:
Rhyme
In my dreams I sing this song
That I am walking to your door
That I would be where I belong
Would be in your arms evermore
Reality is when I awake
Dried tears upon my face
Distraught making my body shake
Of you there is no trace
You died suddenly so very young
No time to live, no hopes no fun
We were just starting to play loves song
Your gone just like the setting sun
My life is different now, but still I try
To find you, you still have that hold
When alone I sit reminisce and cry
Walking that long winding road
03 March 2013
Categories:
beatlemania, lost love,
Form:
Quatrain