In the labyrinth of life one walks winding path
Full of triumph, trials, turquoise tears, lime laughs
If you believe in John Lennon’s yellow yesterday
You may embrace the rear view mirror reminiscing
And possibly miss the most beautiful moments
Like the rise of a Phoenix sun or
It’s setting like a fireball rolling down green hills
Like the marriage of mother moon
Pregnant in unknown black galaxies
To the silvery stars that call a poet’s heart
These vibrant views are nice in a photo
But in the present they are priceless
Worthy of undivided attention and respect
Lennon believed in yesterday but
“ Isn’t it nice to think that tomorrow is a new day with no mistakes in it yet?”
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?
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 the world would be
if we'd all realize that in our hand we hold the key
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Revolution
always eats
its children
Feasting
on prodigy
— dogma be damned
(Dreamsleep: January, 2025)
Many years ago, there was an envious man
lurking in John Lennon's Garden.
Disillusioned- dirty -confused.
John came out of his mansion and chatted with him for a bit.
Explaining that he was just an ordinary bloke.
Who wrote songs and was nothing special.
John invited him in for a bite to eat.
The man dined with the Lennons and seemed at peace.
"Imagine", treating a grubby waif like a king.
ROBERT SHERRIFF - AUSTRALIAN - POET -AUTHOR - SINGER - ACTOR - AMERICAN HISTORIAN – PHOTOGRAPHER
Lennon
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Paul wrote songs he
sang with his guitar.
The “cute” one, he
has come amazingly far!
The “smart” one John
went successfully solo, but
one tragic day got
murdered by a nut.
George, smoker, lead guitarist
and spiritual, “quiet” one,
got cancer. He’d composed
“Here Comes the Sun.”
Ringo, the Beatles’ drummer,
met his second wife
filming “Caveman.” They’ve enjoyed
a long, rich life.
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 kiss, I know
our love, warm lips, harmonica Joe
Imagine all the songs not written
Dying with you on that cold winter night
Imagine all the first-dance songs
Never learned because he took your life
Imagine the endless love songs
Never bringing together two hearts as one
Imagine the songs not written
Meant to rekindle memories
Of the old and young
Tonight I dream of Strawberry Fields
Of Mysterious places to tour
I dream of a place to remember
To listen
To imagine
John
Forever more
I am wise to love
and a fool to my conceits -
all you need is love!
Written: January 2016
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.
intersections of highways where lives intersect
conversations with waitress beg more conversation
spelling the moment a morning spell
waking softly the countryside awakens
sun through window the calling of early sun
promise of a day filled with promise
beginnings rise from endings as the day begins
boundless hope visions of horizons unbound
stories countless stories
and passages and
enlightened journey to light
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 words painting nouns
The blue leaf a jazzy ballet
Of sonnets haikus John Lennon's yesterday
The green leaf with promises of now
From music the ears of poetry sound
Alex Haley, Dr Seus, ancient poets and the new
Prophetic stars of heart and writer monsoon
Romantic rage roulette of moon
All are priceless jewels alone or in unity
All behold gifts of God, heart,soul, poet tree.
Forty years ago
John Lennon changed the whole world
We lost an legend
"Imagine there's no heaven"
"Nothing to kill or die for"
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