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(note: written for a challenge using Beatle song titles)
Honey Pie,you're just not Another Girl,
Because, You Really Got A Hold On Me.
When I Get Home, I Want To Hold Your Hand,
I Wanna Be Your Man, Wild Honey Pie.
Oh Darling, love me When I'm Sixty four.
Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da, life goes on ya.
You have All My Loving, so Love Me Do,
until Yesterday becomes tomorrow.
Don't Ask Me Why, just know Baby It's You.
So Don't Ever Change and Don't Let Me Down.
Oh Darling love me When I'm Sixty four.
Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da, life goes on ya.
Please Don't Cry Baby Cry 'cause we haven't
seen Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band,
nor ever rode a Yellow Submarine,
to frolic in Octopus's Garden.
Oh Darling, love me When I'm Sixty four.
Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da, life goes on ya.
Like The Fool On The Hill at Penny Lane,
we didn't use Maxwell's Silver Hammer,
on our love to make a Helter Skelter
Here There And Everywhere, Day Tripper life.
Oh Darling love me When I'm Sixty four.
Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da, life goes on ya.
Yes I've Got A Feeling that If I Fell
off The Long And Winding Road or I'm Down
on a Hard Day's Night,you will smile so bright,
that There'll Be No Lonesome Tears In My Eyes.
Oh Darling love me When I'm Sixty four
Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da, life goes on ya
I'm Glad All Over with you Honey Pie,
'cause you would go Across The Universe
to be with me more than Eight Days A Week
and Hold Me Tight singing Here Comes The Sun.
Oh Darling love me When I'm Sixty four
Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da, life goes on ya
Darling, I'm Happy Just To Dance With You,
loving this Magical Mystery Tour,
not penned by any Paperback Writer.
Let us then Twist And Shout with Words Of Love.
Oh Darling love me When I'm Sixty four.
Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da, life goes on ya.
Ooh My Soul, we two are now sixty four.
So From Me To You, P.S. I Love You,
more than yesterday and to this I Shout,
Don't Ever Change, For No One, Let It Be!
Oh Darling, love me beyond sixty four.
Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da, life goes on ya.
Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da, life goes on ya
Cherished Heart
My paper heart, trimmed in fragile lace,
Longs for love notes scribed on its face -
In sonnet words “Won’t you be mine-
My cherished child - my valentine?”
Devotion true, for all time,
No broken vows and no false rhymes
Faithful promise between the lines -
Covenant from my valentine.
I feel your heart beating with mine
Heart to heart in endless time
You choose me in timeless rhyme
Tenderly be your valentine.
When I feel my heart cold as stone
Lonely hearts club, beating alone,
No one night stand – one life renewed -
My valentine you see me through.
Flawless and abiding love letter
Perpetual life together
Cherished heart, a pure love divine,
This my eternal Valentine.
2-14-21
I had just got my hands
on the new ‘Sergeant Pepper’ album.
The four girls that lived above my pad
were notified by jungle drums.
Soon we were six, Roger
with his blonde Mexican mustache
and shoulder length hair came over.
We sat about a portable record player,
passing the album cover around
and swaying to the music
filling the room with prayerful smoke.
By and by,
Roger took Diane to her room.
Michelle led me behind the curtained alcove,
Isobel and Maggie got it on together.
When we had done with the music
we had long disbanded
the lonely-hearts club band.
Later, Roger died from the hole he had dug
in the London drug scene. My mate.
One grandmother lived to see Lennon shot.
One lived on long enough
to hear of Harrisons stabbing.
Michelle. the last grandmother
she who broken heartedly adored Paul,
died peacefully
listening to her signature tune.
I know this because the Maharishi Yogi
came to me in a dream.
He was seated on top of a multicolored
Rolls Royce surrounded by
happy, nubile grandmothers.
None of them seemed old,
the girls were playing with lots of children,
and looked just as cool as ever.
I could have called this poem, Love,
but we all know:
Love Is All You Need.
I had just got my hands
on the new ‘Sergeant Pepper’ album.
The four girls that lived above my flat
were notified by jungle drums.
Soon we were six, my pal Roger
with his blonde Mexican mustache
and shoulder length hair came over.
We sat around a portable record player,
passing the album cover around
and swaying to the music
filling the room with prayerful smoke.
Roger took Diane to her room.
Michelle took me behind the curtained alcove,
Isobel and Maggie got it on together.
By the time we had done with the music
we had long disbanded
the lonely hearts club band.
Roger died from the hole he had dug
in the London drug scene; he was living large
until the rains came in.
One grandmother lived long enough
to see Lennon shot,
one lived on to hear of Harrisons stabbing.
The last grandmother (ma belle),
she who broken heartedly adored Paul,
died listening to her signature tune.
I know this because the Maharishi Yogi
came to me in a dream.
He was seated transcendentally
on top of a multicolored Rolls Royce
surrounded by happy, singing, nubile,
naked grandmothers.
None of them looked old,
the girls were playing with children,
laughing, and just as cool as ever.
When I awoke, sad to tell,
the music had already walked away
on Cuban-heels and rubber souls.
Ice cream and ices, ice cream and ices
Get your fudgywugies here is screamed
Heard clear emerging from the tunnels
Under the boardwalks promenade shadows
Loud and clear come good humor men in white
Ridiculous in their black shoes heavy like iron
Trudging through hot sand like mad men
Hunched over with the weight of Summer
Ready to huckster the kiddies for money
Already waiting with quarters in hand
Radios dial up Beatles for transistor sisters souls
Sgt. Peppers Lonely Hearts Club Band plays on
Over sounds of ocean spray and cozy blankets
The surface of the sun smiles on happy afternoons
Cones melt chocolate droplets on wet bathing suits
Blue lips of children, their bodies shiver, after a dip
They toss peanuts at pigeons who leave droppings
As presents after target practice then continue cooing
Colorful kites fly with the seagulls and dollars
Waved to entice those who come out from the shadows
Sun lotions and potions of peace and love sold at a price
Not always a bargain
Pretty tan girls in stunning string things
Left to the imagination as clothing
Dotted bikinis in yellows and pinks on parade
Follow life guards into the surf for protection
Held together by muscles and love
Not only tides wave good-bye to Summer
Mobsters wear concrete shoes for a dip
Smoke their last cigarette before “falling in”
Go for a swim with the fishies
Sink to the depths of the city
When Sgt. Pepper hit the air
The world sure paid attention -
Forty-nine long years ago,
A fact that’s worth a mention.
For Beatles fans it was a shock
To see how they’d evolved
And people looked for clues like they were
Puzzles to be solved.
We learned the songs and listened for
Some evidence of drugs
Reflected in the lyrics;
Those more hip replied with shrugs.
The music ushered in a time
When all the status quo
Was shaken to the core by those
Just going with the flow.
To me, this album represents
The 60’s crystallized;
Horizons were expanding,
Both exalted and despised.
But those of us who rode the wave,
Excited by the new,
Realized Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band
Came right on cue.
Somewhere within the midnight darkness hides,
within the shadows of a moody moon,
the notions love will be appearing soon;
bleak thoughts that only lonely hearts confide.
For it is true a lonely heart will yearn
with longings for a tender love that’s real
in hopes that they will somehow, someday feel
that sweet caress that make the passions burn.
As Sergeant Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band
once sang their songs of life and love and woe,
a yearning heart, enslaved by life’s command,
is destined to forever feel the blow,
an emptiness of loveless life unplanned
that only lonely hearts will ever know.
June 25, 2025
By ourselves..........????
Born that way and die that way
We.....all begin and end that way - I guess
Yet we walk through our lives
AVOIDING####### Being that way
Needing::::::::someone to be with
Geeze - You know - The Ideal Mate
The "One and Only"
HAH! I'll never be lonely!
Just to try and live with......
Our Love Match?
Inevitably***************
Ending in Quarrels
Fights and disagreements
KAPOW%^&!!! Like a Boxing Match
To separation - Then..........
Back by ourselves again
Pledging ourselves (Ummmmmm) to - A New Revision to
The Last Call for Lonely Hearts (Club)
I belong to
November 8, 2019
Las Call For Lonely Hearts Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Line Gauthier
(to the tune of Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band)
It was 50 years ago today
That the Beatles had the chance to play
On Ed Sullivan’s iconic show –
Can it really be so long ago?
So now it’s time to reminisce
About that night of teenage bliss –
John, Paul, George & Ringo’s U.S. stand.
‘Twas John, Paul, George & Ringo’s Beatles band
Who crossed the pond to say hello.
John, Paul, George & Ringo’s Beatles band –
The audience did overflow.
John, Paul, George & Ringo
With their British lingo;
Would we love them? Bingo!
Oh, how so!
Felt wonderful to watch them.
Oh man, it was a thrill
To be a teenage girl back then.
It was the highlight of my life
And it’s remembered still.
I can’t really get it down in rhyme
But if you experienced that time
Then you’ll know exactly what I feel,
What the clippings simply can’t reveal.
So let us pause to celebrate
Ed Sullivan, ‘cause on this date
On his stage we watched that Beatles band…
I think that I shall have a drink
and toast to you and all you think
'bout love & hate & art & war &
what this life is really for.
Giving, taking, making, breaking
lonely hearts club band;
reaching, preaching, teaching, leaching
blood sucking beggars with outstretched hands.
I think that I shall have a stink
and tell the world before I blink
that all is well as well can be
So kiss my glass and bow to me.
Just below my drunken stem
Connected to my brain, my friend
You know the one that makes you bumble
and people laugh each time you stumble.
Down upon your royal spot
Licking your wounds with all you've got
Until you get right back up again
With a head that aches & pounds & spins.
And I think that I shall pour another
in honor of my departed mother
and dad as well who passed away
Here's to where they are today.
Be they high up in the sky
Or somewhere quite unfathomed
Beyond our wildest hopes and dreams
And the completely unimagined.
Where now I reek & no longer speak
from too much of this brew
where the ice is melting rapidly
on folks like me and you.
So one last toast before we're ghosts
and life was a sweet chardonnay...
Here's to those who brought us here
And all their love along the way.