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Premium Member Mind Bendingly Real

I wake from a bad dream 
Hey there new man
That’s what they said to me
Hey there how’s it been lately?
I stand, look and see

Elvis, Martin Luther King and John Lennon walk on by so casually.
Roy Orbison and Freddie Mercury harmonising with Liberace as the queen mother watches whilst sipping tea

As I walk what looks like on nothing
I see Winston Churchill talking with  Audie Murphy as Lewis Collins stares at me

I say hello to Marylyn Monroe or Norma Jean as Tony Curtis politely corrects me
Burgess Meredith tells me to do push ups, James Mason steadies me. Richard Burton drinking with Roger Moore on one round table and on the table next to them John Thaw doing a crossword - difficultly!

I walk on aimlessly as I see Bruce Lee training ferociously. Clark Gable playing cards with Humphrey Bogart and General Custer sipping whiskey with Einstein, Herriot, Tolkien and Agatha Christie - something too mind bending to me!

I walk through some glass doors and a whole world of familiar faces turns to see.

I wake up suddenly.

I sit up and can’t believe how real that felt to me.


Premium Member 'Give Peace a Chance' 55 Years Later

  ~ To the tune of John Lennon and Yoko 
     Ono's 1969 song, 'All We are Saying is
            Give Peace a Chance' ~

 
     Diversity and equity
       Nothing but green energy
    Electric car subsidies    
       All we are saying is
          Give Woke a chance 

     No more homeless in the cities
       With Rent control and hearts that bleed
     Burn the flag and take a knee
       All we are saying is
          Give Woke a chance

     Immigration, aliens
        GOP Jail-ins
     Blame AI for all our failins
        All we are saying is
            Give Woke a chance

      Free Iran and Palestine
         Restaurants all serve free wine
      Doesn’t cost a cent to dine
         All we are saying is 
            Give Woke a chance

      Concentrated union power
         Starting wage, 60 an hour
       50-cent whiskey sours
          All we are saying is
             Give Woke a chance

      Immigration, emigration
         Integration, segregation
      Race-based taxation, caucasian
         All we are saying is
             Give Woke a chance

       Witches and Wiccans
         Muslims and Imams
       Satanists and Atheists
          All we are saying is 
              Give Woke a chance
     
     Zohran Mamdani, Ayala Pressley
        Omar Ilhan, Rashida Tlieb
     Next President - AOC
        All we are saying is
           Give Woke a chance

       All we are saying is
           Give Woke a chance…
Form: Lyric

Premium Member Before the Rain Sets In

“You may say that I’m a dreamer”,
With bold presumption in my youth
Beyond school age, but hardly saged
Turned loose, we hoped to use our wits to change the world…
And thought we would…and thought we could…
We declared to fight, what seemed so right
Those days as we leaned so hard against the wind

The plight of man’s predicament on earth, we mused
The breeze just caught our spouted words
And tossed them where it would
We feared our crystal world would splinter
Would shatter without our spin... 
"Never knowing who to cling to, when the rain set in”

But that was then…
So naively in such innocence
Thinking we could see a world at peace
Hoping to make our dreams come alive
From thoughts we shaped on winsome days
Imagining, ….if you please
"It doesn't have to be that way!"

And now with logic’s eyes, I do remember
How changeless is a planet
Glimmering in search of answers
And still not wringing answers from the slightest sound
And words we spoke, with vigorous shape 
Our hopes expressed, still looks for guidance…
Are uttered yet, by other voices…
“My words like silent raindrops fell, 
                    and echoed in the wells of silence”






Lyrics From  John Lennon “Beatles”
                    Elton John
                    Jim Croce’
                    Simon and Garfunkle

For Chris Matt's ---'Contest Favorite Songs and Lyrics'
Form: Narrative

Premium Member God's Air

Imagine that someone wants to argue against the existence of air
All the while breathing in air
The Catholics have the Mitered Buffoon
They say Protestants have the “Paper Pope” too
Immanuel Kant said you can’t bring the noumenal and phenomenal together
And it was for duty’s sake that we honor God, or whether
Rene Descartes says I doubt therefore I must exist to do the doubting
Akin to intellectual touting
Friedrich Nietzsche said we can’t give up God because we believe in          
        laws of grammar
God’s anvil has exhausted many a hammer
David Hume came to skepticism over the induction principle
Bertrand Russell said the same thing 
Only Cornelius Van Til could say that the unbeliever is like a child           
        sitting on his father’s lap
Can reach up and slap his father’s face
It is by God’s common grace that the unbeliever 
can sit on God’s lap reach up and infantilely slap His face
The intellectual picture and metaphor
Is in Christ who died for a Whore
Heraclitus and Zeno can consider points in a stream not the same in time 
Or arrows that have antecedent range each and every time 
Copernicus and Kepler (even Aristarchus) are skewing heliocentricity
Why wasn’t Ptolemy or Lucretius given verticity 
All today’s G.O.A.T.’s can buy their fame
They won’t walk with the sheep on the last day
John Lennon said it out loud imagine there’s no heaven
We can equally posit imagine there is no Lennon
The Auburn Affirmation could only deny Christ’s deity
Jean Paul Sartre could only collar the Holy Spirit and throw Him out
Wittgenstein could only show disgust in the ubiquity of God’s judgment      
       on him
Unless they were breathing God’s air
And it’s the battling against the Holy Spirit’s work that is the unforgivable sin
Matthew asked this author 
“How can you hate someone you don’t believe in?”

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 younger
I tried to relate.
But, I can't believe
John's death was just fate.
A world stops and wonders
What has God done.
John didn't just die,
But, a part of everyone.

So This is Over
A million voices have died.
Who'd sing his new lyrics,
No only can cry.
Sometime in New York City
They murdered John.
But, his memory and music
Will Always live on.


12-8-1980
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member A World Without War

A world without war . . .

When was mankind ever without it?
Over the centuries,
Rumors and the rumblings of war have seemed to persist.
Little does it seem there is anything the common man can do.
Do we even believe in the possibility of peace?

We dream and sing of peace. As John Lennon sang,
“Imagine all the people livin’ in peace.” 
The world would be such a different place.
How wonderful to think of that – a world in which
Our children need never fear war’s horrors, and
Unified in peace, all nations thrived!
“Triumphant” would take on a different meaning. . .

Were the world at peace, “triumphant” could be defined
As an adjective for overcoming prejudice, hate, and greed.
Rich in love would be our world. In fact, we would be heaven.
Form: Acrostic

Premium Member Borrowed Words

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?”

Adhd Proud

People always claim to have knowledge on ADHD,
but they lie,
I know this because factual knowledge is hard to come by.

Kids are not told of the greats of history,
that shaped our evolution and had ADHD.

People are embarrassed when diagnosed and think life unkind,
but they wouldn't if they knew they were like Einstein.
Some keep it hidden and cannot be open,
but they wouldn't if they knew they were like Beethoven.
For some it hurts and they think themselves ill,
but they wouldn't if they knew they were like Churchill.

Some take it to heart most depressively,
but they are just like Mozart and Elvis Pressley.
Some think it's a curse that limits them,
but they wouldn't if they knew they were like Edison.
Some get upset and ask what is the matter with me,
they wouldn't if they knew they were like Walt Disney.

People should think of ADHD in a gallant way,
because Da Vinci and Galileo had it in their day.
ADHD is a thing that could see you join legends,
like George Washington or John Lennon.

With ADHD they say you cannot concentrate,
try telling that to Branson or Bill Gates.
People think ADHD brains wont shift through the gears,
but ADHD brains have Will Smith and Britney Spears.

ADHD shouldn't fill a kid with doubt,
one day it could be a good thing that you stand out.

Don't let it haunt them,
they're like Stephen Hawking, 
don't let it rob them of will,
they're like Robin Williams,
don't let them stop caring,
they're like Jim Carrey,
just let them know in their mistakes,
they're like Justin Timberlake.

To have ADHD is ok,
you're like JFK.

Having ADHD alone won't create success or mean you do well,
but if you work hard and keep going you too can be skilled.
I know how it makes you feel but you're in an elite crowd,
so forget all the stigma, be like me, and be, ADHD proud.
© Nick Trim  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member ''Imagine'' a Poetic Convention

I had a dream one night that the poetry soup members held a convention
a meeting of minds, an assemblage
of International poets getting together for an annual conference
to discuss poetic matters, bonding and foraging new friendships and words
in New York City . . . 
because it has a major port of entry and  International airports- so perfect
we will find each other in Central Park . . . 
in Strawberry Fields created in the memory of John Lennon
at the "Imagine" mosaic donated by Italy
the trees in this area coming from every country-  how fitting
a meeting for like-minded poets . . . oh sublime
we will meet in the heat of July when the birds are fluttering
when all the flowers are in bloom and people are mingling
yes, "imagine" poetry soup poets from all over the world meeting
for the first time ever . . .

________________________
March 9, 2019


Poetry/Free Verse/"Imagine" A Poetic Convention
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1122-409-02
All Rights Reserved.  Written under Pseudonym.


Written for the contest, First Annual Poetrysoup Conference
sponsor, Line Gauthier

First Place

Premium Member Imitating Abbey Road Cover

The most recognizable album cover in history, the photo of the
Beatles crossing Abbey Road, taken in the summer of sixty nine,
fifteen minutes before noon on August eight to be précised.
An iconic album cover for the image resonated with the fans.

There are wall posters of this photo and it seems men, my age,
in music industry have one in their living rooms or studios.
The photograph of the most influential band in the world walking
on a zebra crossing became one of the most imitated of all time.

I am one of those who imitated it five months ago, 19 of October
at eleven fifty in the morning, when we had photos taken crossing
Abbey Road, amidst a busy road in northwest London in St. John’s Wood
in the city of Westminster, outside Abbey Road Studios, formerly EMI.

We crossed Abbey Road in single file with me leading, followed by my
daughter and my granddaughter with our fourth person, my grandson
taking the pictures so he was not included, kind of disappointing.
How I wish we were there on October 9, John Lennon and my birthday.

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