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Hey Jude - Dedicated to Winged Warrior

Hey Jude, love is like a butterfly - just let it be. You've got a ticket to ride, go where you should be. Love is a revolution it shall set you free. Don't live a life of sorrow like Eleanor Rigby. You've got a ticket to ride, go where you should be. From Penny lane to Abbey road, you'll find the way. Don't live a life of sorrow like Eleanor Rigby. Don't be a nowhere man, forget about yesterday. From Penny lane to Abbey road, you'll find the way. Become a pilgrim of the long and winding road. Don't be a nowhere man, forget about yesterday. In a Norwegian wood, you'll find the secret code. Become a pilgrim of the long and winding road, but don't get lost in strawberry fields forever. In a Norwegian wood, you'll find the secret code. All you need is love, so trust the path you endeavour. But don't get lost in strawberry fields forever, I always get by with a little help from my friends. All you need is love, so trust the path you endeavour, in my life, I've seen heartache, but it always ends. I always get by with a little help from my friends. A day in the life of a broken soul, is full of fear. In my life, I've seen heartache, but it always ends. Sometimes whilst my guitar gently weeps, I shed a tear. A day in the life of a broken soul, is full of fear. After a hard days night the mind seems to go astray. Sometimes whilst my guitar gently weeps, I shed a tear. Yet I don't believe you've got to hide your love away. After a hard days night the mind seems to go astray. Sometimes its difficult and you can't buy me love. Yet I don't believe you've got to hide your love away. In the end I feel fine, when healed from powers above. Sometimes its difficult and you can't buy me love. I'm saving all my loving for her eight days a week! In the end I feel fine, when healed from powers above. When soulmates come together, passions reach their peak. I'm saving all my loving for her eight days a week! You'll know when she loves you - you'll want to twist and shout! When soulmates come together, passions reach their peak. You'll see something in the way she moves, there's no doubt. You'll know when she loves you - you'll want to twist and shout! One glance and you'll be singing I wanna hold your hand. You'll see something in the way she moves, there's no doubt. Help the caterpillar to leave its cocoon- just as planned. One glance and you'll be singing I wanna hold your hand. Love is a revolution it shall set you free Help the caterpillar to leave its cocoon- just as planned. Hey Jude, love is like a butterfly - just let it be The Silent One 29 October 2017
A pantoum containing 29 titles from songs produced by the Beatles. Hey Jude (1968) Let It Be (1970) Ticket to Ride (1965) Revolution (1968 Eleanor Rigby (1966) Penny Lane (1967) Abbey Road (1969) Yesterday (1965) Nowhere man (1965) The long and winding road Norwegian Wood (1965) Strawberry Fields Forever (1967) All you need is love (1967) With a little help from my friends (1967) In My Life (1965) While My Guitar Gently Weeps (1968) A Day in the Life (1967) A hard days night (1964) You've got to hide your love away (1965) Can't buy me love (1964) I Feel Fine (1964) All my loving (1963) Eight days a week (1964) Come together (1969) Twist and shout (1963) She Loves You (1963) Something in the way she moves (1969) I Want to Hold Your Hand (1963) Help! (1965)


Copyright © Silent One | Year Posted 2017


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All You Need is Love dedicated to The Beatles

A day in the life with a little help from my friends
a hard days night eight days a week I'm so tired
and all I really want to do is hold your hand in the rain
because life can be so insane
Lovely Rita don't hide your love away
Don't let me down I wanna be your man
want to hold your hand
Help I need you not just anybody
put your warm body next to mine 
I me mine so I feel fine
we can work it out without a fuss
just the two of us 
Don't let me down because you might
All you need is love to keep it right
For the benefit of Mr. Kite
let us not fight with words that incite
When I 'm 64 my joints will be sore
then will I need real love much more 

She loves you she loves you not
pulling the petals like I was taught
Baby you are a rich girl don't pass me by
with all my loving close your eyes and I will kiss you
Let's you and I get a ticket to ride
and hide our love away far away
A day in the life tomorrow never knows
would be nice if we could find the time
morning dew here comes the sun
let us come together for some fun
like the night before but I got no reply
Oh darling yesterday I met another girl
Lucy she has diamonds in her eyes
cry baby cry I am high in the sky
with Lucy and a little help from my friends
girl it has been a long and winding road

 Frank Black Blacharczyk


Copyright © Frank Black Blacharczyk | Year Posted 2016


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Oh Darling!

When Im 64
I will remember "Yesterday"
And the "Hard Days Night"
That seem to happen "Eight Days A Week"
There will always be "Something" in the way she moves
And I will realize that "I Should Have Know Better"
That I would love this "Long and Winding Road"


Copyright © jason stehlik | Year Posted 2009


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Salute to the Beatles

They Come Together, and Get Back, and then just Let it Be.
The Yellow Submarine needs Help; and will you Please Please Me?
Sargent Pepper`s Lonely Hearts Club had A Hard Days Night.
Rubber Soul shot the Revolver at the Album White.
Imagine it was Yesterday, when we got No Reply!
You Can`t Do That?, Think for Yourself, and then please Tell Me Why.
Don`t Let Me Down, cause If I Fell, we couldn`t Twist and Shout.
Or take the Magic Mystery Tour, without Michelle, no doubt.
Across the Universe there`ll be The Long and Winding Road—
And just past the Strawberry Fields—the famous Abbey Road.
Well, Do You Want to Know a Secret?  P.S. I Love You.
Run for Your Life, Eight Days a Week, if you don`t Love Me Do.	
But You Won`t See Me, so I guess I`ll just Follow the Sun.
You`ve Got to Hide Your Love Away— If I Needed Someone.
I think You`re Gonna Lose That Girl, and no, It Won`t Be Long—
But Anytime at All, Another Girl would be just wrong.
Cause You Like Me Too Much, but I won`t let you Drive My Car.
I`m not aware of What Goes On, I Need You where you are.
I keep the Beatles In My Life, their music makes me smile.
And When I`m 64,  I`ll still enjoy it for awhile.




  				 


 



Copyright © Christy McMillan | Year Posted 2010


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Hope prevails

Hidden messages. 
Subliminal.
Yet glaringly obvious to the keen observer.
I wouldn't have relations with someone incompetent. 
So it shouldn't come to great surprise that I am seen through.
The intentions of youth obvious.
Yet Hope prevails.
The irony of the hidden message hidden in dab and shot soaked memory's.
Soon to be corroded from the flow of recollection.  
A late nights morning. 
Kissing the dry mouth of the dreary after a hard days night. 


Copyright © Luke Acton | Year Posted 2015


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Oh What Can I Do

Oh what can I do? BABY’S IN BLACK and I’m feeling blue. Red was the color she wore. Everybody knows I’m sure. Red is the color that will make me blue. YES IT IS, it’s true. Please LOVE ME DO. You know I love you and I’ll always be true. I’ll love you like no other can. I wanna be your lover, baby. I WANNA BE YOUR MAN. It’s been A HARD DAYS NIGHT. I’ve been working lake a dog. Soon I should be sleeping like a log. I’ll tell you something I think you’ll understand. When I say that something, I WANNA HOLD YOUR HAND. As long as you’re beside me I need never care. I want you HERE, THERE, AND EVERYWHERE. Titles of songs by the Beatles are in capital letters.


Copyright © Robert Pettit | Year Posted 2012


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New year 366 Page 105a

Jack Frost

Jack Frost’s icy pen reached out in the night
The car the fence the grass all glistening white
The chill his pen radiates is getting to my bones
Everything he touches colder than the granite stones
So stay indoors today and keep Jack Frost at bay
Turn up your central heating till Jack Frost is gone away

He Was

He was a drug user
A real life abuser
He was a drinker
To his wife a stinker
He was a gambler
To the bookies a rambler
Yet with god, patience and time
They soon got out of life's slime

We Pray

Where do all the answers lay?
To all our questions we pray
In the lord we all should trust
Faith we show you know we must
For he will guide us on our way
Not just Sunday everyday

Wondrous Bounty

November's Hibiscus is Natures Crown
A Morning Vision in which to drown
Twin Souls send out A Myriad Kisses
The Risk is that sometimes it misses
What Irony then that some do not see
What is shown in nature’s wondrous bounty

Hard Days Night

I remember the film and the album to
The Beatles a band with which I grew
A Hard Day’s Night a rock n roll letter
As I watched the boy's I Should Have Known Better
If I Fell in love with sound
Tell Me Why in my room I bound?
I'm Happy Just To Dance With You
Can't Buy Me Love the words rang true
Any Time At All would do
And I Love Her I told you
You Can't Do That you said
So I think I'll Cry Instead
Another album track by track
A Hard Day’s Night finished but I'll Be Back



Copyright © Owen Yeates | Year Posted 2016


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Didn't we all become poets 3

Didn't we all become poets?

      Madmen leaked a rash of sky-blue puddle,
      fatally cloistered my hat swoon-runnels

To wit:

      the half-time cradle smile of she and the other half-splinter of me,

Far, far, ready to say maybe to love...

      moved in half-dream to knit half-crocked memories.


(  But weren't their novel dogs of war and lovely fogs of laughter?  )


      Pierced words cerebrate the self-inflicted blaspheme;
      Inflected madmen falter at spin-synergies; breathe-a-new-science-appliance.


( and the plastique rolls on )



And you?

drenched the salt-pages of your labial tears...
   
  
      Waste past rowan stone
roiled-sand jangle-eyed kin.
      Left one fleck flash past
( piece by piece )
      heart's rubble.


...and those cold, cold, emergent skinnies: "East-wing, Psyc ward".




( "... as a third remove from truth ~ and as useful". -Socrates, fr. Book 3 ). [ iii ]



( Oooh... I Stuck That Premo! )


      Words colloid in "Mod" ( meme? ) theatrics, tensor the rune of a spheric out-cry.


( Yeah...?  I got yer "so crates" right here! )


        Explication's plush-safe, or ( in other words ), I'm hip.


( Dig the dweeb's weebles! )


        "The media is the message".- Marshall Macluen [4]

        "The cause is the effect".- Joann Bos [5]

        "Yin-Yan my fryin' pan".- David Froman [6]

        "Critique my back-hand".- Me [7]




She:  "Are you a 'Mod', or a 'Rocker'?"
He:   ( Ringo Star ) "I'm a Mocker".¹




...no friend to bar-brawler- She

    and me?

    bled and clown-scarred but no trouble by car.



Later...

    "At least they're not human." -She


Pointing-


        So "La' Bard" ( me ) resumes "la' plume":


             Bleep The Beach   or  Titillation's Irritations   

      Fighter crustaceans fribble the flash,
      sainally chasin'; Oooh, what a crash!
      nature's poet-screed stubbles her muggles,
      rainbows bleed from her scrubby butt-bubbles.



(  --- - -- ----- -------.  -- -----, ---- --------- ---.  )²




Signed:  Done in the road but the road ain't sayin'.


P.S.    Lumus Maximus de' sophos butt-bubbles


Therefore:




Fin

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Notes:

1.   Film: 'A Hard Days Night'- © date? Google it!

2.   Removed by the censors, because I implied the number ten is creepy.

iii.   I may be a useless poet ( See 'So-crates'- Book 3 ) or a bomb technician but, either way, if you see me running, try to catch-up, or, try the ketchup!

The joke above expropriated minus remunerations from:

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[4] Some culture quack.

[5] My best friend's girl-friend.

[6] My best friend

[7] Me, having evolved into a "Sophisticant".¹

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More Notes?

1.     See "Hitchhikers Guide To The Galaxy", by Don Adams ( It's a book. You remember those. Google the attributions ).

     Explication at: "All galactic civilizations go through three distinct phases... " ( Yes, you can Google the line too ).

... and read the whole book to see that our new President is really Zephod Beeblebrox, his other head still hidden. If you ask about it, he snorts; "Look down".


Copyright © Robert Warlov | Year Posted 2017


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Good Samaritan Wannabe plea one

as the late afternoon twilight years
of this primate become sans my exist
hence, more visible on the horizon
an increasing awareness prevails asper
how this middle aged baby boomer

(whose incessant, inconsolable, and
incurable wailing still reverberates til
this day - LIX exiting the birth canal
since January thirteenth ninety fifty
and nine) promulgates nascent longing

jumpstarting helping formulate doing
beneficial actions. only of late didst
an upswell to demonstrate appreciation
(towards acquaintances, countrymen/
women, family of origin, friends,

neigh boars, relatives, Romans, et cetera)
becomes a manifest destiny. awareness
crystallized within the recent past of
my life and hard (days night) times 
this yearningto "pay forward" dirty deeds 
done dirt cheap along the highway to hell

(mainly within a voluntary capacity)
to avail energy of waning body, mind,
spirit triage. until such a plan (as
per say traveling abroad - either a
lone or with an adventurous minded Ma
demoiselle) coalesces into fruition,

a daily strategy to impact my imme
diate environment in a positive manner
took figurative shape. his doable, feasible,
justifiable, et cetera longing (to contribute
sweat equity such as organic gardening/

farming, teaching English as a first, second
third...language, or writing opinion
editorials blurbs for a news letter,
which loving labors of body, mind
and spirit would be accepted would serve


Copyright © matthew harris | Year Posted 2018


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Didnt we all become poets

Didn't we all become poets?

      Madmen leaked a rash of sky-blue puddle,
      fatally cloistered my hat swoon-runnels

To wit:

      the half-time cradle smile of she and the other half-wonder of me,

Far, far, ready to say maybe to love...

      moved in half-dream to knit half-crocked memories.


(  But weren't their novel dogs of war and lovely fogs of laughter?  )


      Pierced words cerebrate the self-inflicted blaspheme;
      Inflected madmen falter at spin-synergies; breathe-a-new-science-appliance.


( and the plastique rolls on )



And you?

drenched the salt-pages of your labial tears...
   
  
      Waste past rowan stone
roiled-sand jangle-eyed kin.
      Left one fleck flash past
( piece by piece )
      heart's rubble.


...and that cold, cold, emergent skinny; "East-wing, Psyc ward".




( "... as a third remove from truth ~ and as useful". -Socrates, fr. Book 3 ). [ iii ]



( Oooh... I Stuck That Premo! )


      Words colloid in "Mod" ( meme? ) theatrics, tensor the rune of a public out-cry.


( Yeah...?  I got yer "so crates" right here! )


        Explication's plush-safe, or ( in other words ), I'm hip.


( Dig the dweeb's weebles! )


        "The media is the message".- Marshall McLuhan [4]

        "The cause is the effect".- Joann Bos [5]

        "Yin-Yan my fryin' pan".- David Froman [6]

        "Critique my back-hand".- Me [7]




She:  "Are you a 'Mod', or a 'Rocker'?"
He:   ( Ringo Star ) "I'm a Mocker".¹




...no friend to bar-brawler- She

    and me?

    bled and clown-scarred but no trouble by car.



Later...

    "At least they're not human." -She


Pointing-


        So "La' Bard" ( me ) resumes "la' plume":


             Bleep The Beach   or  Titillation's Irritations   

      Fighter crustaceans fribble the flash,
      sainally chasin'; Oooh, what a crash!
      nature's poet-screed stubbles her muggles,
      rainbows bleed from her scrubby butt-bubbles.



(  --- - -- ----- -------.  -- -----, ---- --------- ---.  )²




Signed:  Done in the road but the road ain't sayin'.


P.S.    Lumus Maximus de' sophos butt-bubbles


Therefore:


Fin
___________________________________

Notes:

1.   Film: 'A Hard Days Night'- © date? Google it!





Copyright © Robert Warlov | Year Posted 2018