John Lennon Poems - Poems about John Lennon

John Lennon

Was John Lennon
crossing the line,
mucking about,
burning his bridges,
or bucking the palace,
a fine sign of the times
then, in 1969,
not often seen,
when returning his MBE
to The Queen?

In the words of John Lennon

Oh my love, I imagine how the world would be
if everyone decided to give peace a chance
if you stand by me we'll break out in dance
every woman man and child would be set free
from the tyranny of injustices and greed
we'd remember it's up to each of us to take the lead

Oh my love, imagine how

John Lennon Knew

Revolution
always eats
its children

Feasting 
on prodigy
— dogma be damned

(Dreamsleep: January, 2025) 

Today, I Mourn slain Beatle John Lennon

Today, I Mourn slain Beatle John Lennon
assassinated at 10:50 PM,
on December 8, 1980
forty four years later to date
outside The Dakota Apartment,
(also known as the Dakota Apartments),
located at 1 West 72nd Street
in New York City, U.S.

After Mark David Chapman
unloaded five bullets in the back
with a .38 special revolver,
that son of a gun got his quarryman
and became

Harmonica Home Joe

he's a sweet harmonica home Joe
soft steel raven, bending blues
dripping honey from her spoon
nothing quite says melancholy
like a harp in cupping wah-wah glow
for endless grooves, a winding show
playing Take Me Home Country Road
and Lennon's riff in Love Me Do
with gracious silk, a satin throw
a trip to the moon in a single note
around the cosmos, her

John Lennon Gets the Munchies

Imagine there's no cupcake
Someone in the house ate yours
No Krispy Kremes or KitKats
No pudding pops or s'mores
Imagine there's no halva 
Behind cupboard doors, oo hoo oo.

A Poet Tree

Eye candy of literacy
Sit with me under the poet tree
It's colorful leaves with windy wet dreams
Glowing growing holy wise sandy seas
Raining sonnets psalms songs of gold
Beige yesterday, neon now, future silver soul
Of foreign of home
Of saint sinner some other zone
This black leaf is Emily
So dark smart sharply bleak
The red leaf rouge and profound
As Alice Walker's

- Imagine - John Lennon -

Forty years ago

                          John Lennon changed the whole world

                     

John Lennon Day

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stan sand

So This Is Over

So This is Over
A living legend now dead.
All grief and sorrow
Flows through my head.
I can't understand
Why such things must be.
I wish there was someone
Who'd explain it to me.

John Lennon was human
This we cannot deny.
But, I can't understand
Why he had to die.
Was his resurgence
Not meant to be?
For creativity and love
Is what the world needs.

When I was

John Lennon 80 Years Old

On the 9th of October 1940, a legend was born
He had two children one named Julian and one named Sean
A lady called yoko she was his life
In 1969 she became his wife

In his early life he lived with his aunt
He loved being mischievous and playing the odd prank
He sadly lost his mother and faced life

An Unforgettable Moment With John Lennon

The Christmas theme was ‘space’.
Santa and his space-helpers
worked on the sixth floor.

I was the proud captain
that piloted the space-rocket elevator.

Lennon entered with a big guy in shades and a suit.
We rode up to the fifth floor.

At the time I was trying to grow a Beetle mop.
Lennon turned to me.

“Cool hair,” he said.

I’ve got all the

John Lennon Is Dead

John Lennon is dead
The news was shared
Mark Chapman shot him in New York City
And we lost one of the Beatles such a pity

He shot him five times outside the Dakota Hotel
Used a Charter Arms 38 pistol a point not to dwell
Then he read the Catcher in the Rye  his favorite book in the end
Whilst

John Lennon Lied To You

Lucy is not in the sky 
like you were told. 
Her feet or on the ground 
holding a piece of coal.

The rocking horse people
took her diamond away 
and smeared marshmallow pie
across her narrow face.

The marmalade sky’s
ozone has disintegrated,
from the fumes of cellophane  
the flowers created. 

The tangerine trees
turned to rust,
from newspaper taxis 
exhaust pipe

John Lennon

John Winston Ono Lennon
From Britain to Brooklyn, decked in denim
Controversial through his peace and political activism
Felled by Mark David Chapman's act of barbarism

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