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You've got everything
Money and bling, king
But you don't own me
But you don't understand me
Don't understand me
You say that you are great
Have visited many states, king
But you don't love me
You don't love me
When your money and bling
Starts to wear you down, king
Look to your special queen
She'll be your crown
Be your crown
When your money is rusted
And strength gone
Look to your special queen
She'll be your crown
She'll be your crown
Be your crown
When you've tried everything
Money, cars , and planes
And your queen is here
She'll be your crown
(When I looked this up, I found some interesting facts about this song(original lyrics).
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
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"
Fifty years ago today,
The Beatles sang a song
That started Beatlemania
And we all tagged along.
“She Loves You” was recorded
And the lads took to the stage;
In suits and shiny bowl-cut hair,
They soon became the rage.
I watch the film of screaming girls
And know just how they felt,
For when those Beatle “Whooos” were sung,
I thought my heart would melt.
Some music does that – takes us back
And, like a sleight-of-hand,
We’re instantly transported,
With the past at our command.
The years drop off and so does all
That’s happened in-between.
“She Loves You” hits the radio
And I’m again thirteen.
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
“The more you know, the more you know you don't know.”
Said quote attributed to Aristotle,
stands the test of time,
and not only did out last
many another aphorism,
but most any learned person,
would agree proverb cast
greater relevancy today,
whereby bajillion minutiae doth blast
and bombard relentlessly tenured
academician, or lay person till aghast
now (i.e. the 21st
century in general), with fast
and furious incessant information explosion,
more so than 384–322 BC,
yet his nestled (chocolated),
pronounced, revered, vast
paradigm touted as ever last
ting influence still
vibrant approximately hast
encompassed two and
a half millenniums past.
Hash tagged the
"Father of Western Philosophy" -
imagine us slew
of avid admirers
lurching back and forth
(in conjunction with the
pitched cadenced lilt of Plato),
say...by a playa in Kalamazoo
Michigan feted for, he warrants a kazoo
blown, who embraced forward doo
wop thinking spanned a gamut,
where more'n few
adherents or immediate disciplines
refining (and redefining),
which amassed breathless
comprehension aligned hitherto
an expanse of disparate subjects
sewn (no needling,
asper this feeble pun)
to constitute an interrelated web,
whereat convenience allotted
quasi distinct abstract queue
(preceding his sue bare rue
legacy) consigned his
innate person to integrate
(by syllogisms he drew)
correcting antiquated inaccuracies,
and aligned a groovy,
wheel lee, and well tread
modernist twist (and shout),
sans permeating Air Supply
Bestie Boys, Beatlemania,
Cold Play ying
musically noteworthy, loo
pea pod casts, and even spurring
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)
ELEUTHEROMANIA
I suffered and recovered from depression;
but did not know I have an obsession
with freedom until I read Eleutheromania.
I thought I only have bouts of Beatlemania.
This great desire to be free started
when I was a child; but obstructed.
At seven, I did not know where to go,
so I decided to forget and forgo.
At eighteen, I ran away several times
for I did not know where I belong at times.
I always felt lost and just wanted to be free
from living with two contrasting families.
Soon enough life got more complicated.
Married twice and divorces contemplated.
Freeing myself from an insecure jealous guy
and an alcoholic, to both I said good bye.
11/17/20 Pick-A-Title, Vol 25 - Rhyme 2 Poetry Edward Ibeh
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
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