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A HOT NIGHT
Last Friday our temperature rose
To 39 degrees,
I could not sleep,
My husband likes aircon,
I like fans,
At this stage neither of us,
Had any plans,
Began to count sheep,
Off came my nightie,
The throw-over dropped on
The wooden floor,
Our back stable door
Open, no security problem here,
We have nothing to fear!
But mosquitoes galore,
Sprayed peaceful sleep around
The room,
However benign, still has a
Strange fume,
Windows open throughout
The house,
This estate is so quiet, we
Would hear a mouse!
Got up to get more iced water,
No dressing gown
Just my panties,
This place is in the country
Out of town,
Went back to bed,
Picked up a book,
Read a while
Switched off the side lamp and
Then tried to sleep,
By now wide awake,
Even counting sheep,
No longer helped,
Hey Sweetheart, I said
To Hubby, feel like
A cold shower,
Mmmmm says he,
Didn’t even look
At the hour!
Dropped my scanty
Pantie off,
Climbed in and soaked,
And played and played
And played, went back to
Bed, cuddled and both
Slept like a log,
Even the dog,
Crept out of the room,
Just Hubby and I all alone,
Was no work the next day,
It was Saturday,
Slept in and played some more,
John Lennon and Yoko Omo
Had nothing on us,
Glad we moved here,
Feels ever more sensuous
Than before,
Was served breakfast
In bed,
Bacon and eggs, fresh farm
Butter, and home-made bread!
Talking to people
Circles of fear
Straight lines and queers
The conscious mirror drops narrator's tears
Never forgetting the bird with transparent wings
Zombies walking in and out of their mouths
Left me standing
No bottom
No escaping a loss soul bottom soul top
They love the way you make things worse so greater is great
So the better is undeniably good
Spinning their talk
Deafening me with Yoko cranked
Taken a stand
On the ceiling
A copy cat killer
A perfect dance
The normal down side of a meow romance
The absent prodigal
Speaking from the crypt
We won't be back home
Talk is about them
Famous bullock pills
Who runs the show
Is it crow
King of confusion
A city without a home
The paint loving train
Not difficult to hear the choo
Too crazy to salute
Car 54, where are you?
Is a horse still a horse, of course?
Who today considers Denace a 'menace?'
Do you yet play 'The Glad Game,' Pollyanna?
Kryptonite get you in the end, Superman?
Mayberry more like Peyton Place? ~ Such a disgrace!
Does anyone ever listen to those 'Talks on Ted?' *
'Mr. Putin, so 19th-century,' Bill Clinton and John Kerry actually said...
Not everyone gave John and Yoko, nude in a
department store window, sitting in a bubble-
bath, back in 1968 a glance ~
'Cos 'NOW' is never the time
to just 'GIVE PEACE A CHANCE!'
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* For rhyming purposes, I changed the name of 'Ted Talks.'
~ 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…
In the annuls of time
A song was written
By John Lennon
In love and smitten
His Japanese girl
Had caught his eye
Was it
The Beatles demise
The songs he wrote
Since the Beatles departed
It was 1971
And his new career started
In this year
His most famous write
A year after the Beatles
Disappeared from sight
His heart now captured
By a Japanese girl
Imagine that
His heart in a twirl
Her poetry inspired
For John to write
Her World War two horrors
Brought to light
For his inspiration
In his writing suit
Yoko Ono's book
Grapefruit
Imagine a raindrop
Imagine the clouds dripping
Give peace a chance
Listen to John's singing
In dedication to an Ex-Beatle whose awesome track " Imagine "
is sung all through out the world
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A lie about a lie
A lie about a lie…
I will never have enough time, to read between the lines.
Good news everybody! We are all out of time!
Say goodbye to your life and kiss your lovers goodbye.
Drowning in lies when you can’t help living;
The truth has caught up with you and the end is coming.
Don’t believe the truth, but continue sinning,
Because what cause can cause you to believe in anything?
She is so perfect, in my eyes;
She is so honest, she wouldn’t lie.
She is deceiving you, here comes your surprise!
Your love is one of many; her love is a lie.
John and Yoko sitting in bed made me think,
Of peace, love and empathy and then it was dead.
You and I walking in different directions made me sink;
The truth has been exposed and now I cannot escape from this head.
You're not what I had in mind; well not this time.
My hope for all that you could have been? It has surely died.
In every one of your many lies, you took another piece of my pride;
In every word you spoke under a hand,
You stole away the last pieces of my broken mind.
(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
New York, New York, the road in the fork
of the events, the places and folks who've buttered the pork
Like Rockefeller, Moynihan and Andrew Cuomo
Frank Sinatra, Louie Armstrong, John Lenon and Yoko Ono
Lenny Bernstein and Lenny Bruce
Cookie Monster, Rocky and Bullwinkle Moose
There's Radio City, Central Park and Carnegie Hall
Coney Island, Yankee Stadium -- Let's Play Ball!
The Brooklyn Bridge on the Hudson River
Lower East Side and the Village, for swingin' livers
Babe Ruth, Mickey Mantle and White Ford
Don't forget Casey Stengel and Yogi Berra -- Oh, my Lord!
Marilyn Monroe, Madonna and Phyllis Diller in curlers
Archie Bunker, the Meathead, Anne Meara and Jerry Stiller
Stooge-mania, West Side Story and Annie Hall
Kramden, Norton and the Honeymooners
You've seen or heard of 'em all
There's Madison Square Garden and the NY Philharmonic
The Times and Wall Street Journal -- news junkies tonics
Malcolm X, Dr. King, and Abe Saperstein
Julius Erving / Dr. J with a case of Afro-sheen
Baldies like Kojac and Yul Brynner, the King of Siam
Sam I Am, Son of Sam, Green Eggs and Ham
Harlem Globetrotters, the Apollo, Kareem Abdul Jabbar
Jay Leno, Ed McMahon and Johnny Carson, the great Jack Paar
There's Broadway, Times Square, Soho and Fifth Avenue
Isaac Stern, Pavoratti, Willie Nelson and Ray Charles singin' the blues ...
Make a list from the Statue of Liberty all the way up to Mars
~ You still might leave out a legacy of constellations and stars!
My husband reads biographies
But I’ll take fiction, if you please.
He likes to learn about the past;
His tomes would bore me, really fast.
Yet having finished my last book,
I figured I would take a look
At one of his, a bio on
My second favorite Beatle, John.
It’s written by his former wife
From his pre-Yoko English life
With photos of their early years –
Quite happy, or so it appears.
I haven’t gotten far enough
To read about the juicy stuff
Though there are hints that when John left,
His wife and son were both bereft.
Of all my husband’s books there are
This is the fluffiest, by far.
Of course, that is the reason why
I’d thought I’d give it just one try.
So far so good, but when I’m done,
Re-reading time will have begun.
From novels I’ve read long ago,
I’ll dive in for a second show.
(At 10:40pm on December 8, 1980,
John Lennon was shot and mortally
wounded on 72nd Street, New York.
Given his love of outrageous wordplay,
this poem imagines his stream-of-
consciousness utterings as the
ambulance rushes him to hospital,
moments before his death.)
In my life I've loved them all
Brian, Ono, Victor, Paul
two of us Sunday driving
not arriving
bigger than Christ
you know it ain't easy
do what you darn well pleasy
one banned band for sail
standing on the dock in Southampton
one careful onus
Henry the Ford Cortina
little old lady from Pasadena
like a dog without a bonus
keep playing that rock
and roll music, naughty girl
you let your frock
ride up sorry Mimi
getting steamy
one thing you can't hide
is when you're crippled inside
I'm going to
Strawberry Fields
nothing is real
banter, see, is paramount
tantamount to fantasy
inkspots on the platters
menlove matters
Cynthia fragrant
Yoko flagrant
I saw her standing there
day after day he silently stands
the fool on the hill
with the troublesome glands
seeing the glint from the German bint
when she rattles her jewelry
she's the one with the royal mint
Tom Jones, tomfoolery
Alma Cogan needs a slogan
Cilla Killer she's a thriller chiller
I'm just a jealous guy
what's it all about no reply
Max is mad at Molly
Samantha’s sore at Seth
Freida’s freaking out at Frodo
While Hobbits hold their breath
Jack jokes about poor Jill
She hits him with her pail
Humpty cracks open Dumpty
For drinking all his ale
Mickey Mouse and Minnie
They both make quite a scene
Playful Pluto gave her paw
and stroked her jumping bean
Rub is furious with Dub Dub
She has another man in his tub
His bubble has been bursted
So he scrubs Dub with a club
Cats in cradles cows and moons
Forks running away with spoons
Coyote catches the Road Runner
In the end we’re all Looney Tunes
Nothing makes us happy
Sticks and stones me oh my
Kryptonic grade destruction
Broken Superman can’t fly
The Beatles Battled Yoko Ono
Because she broke up the band
They sang ‘Give Peace a Chance”
a dream they didn’t understand
So I walk down to the River
John the Baptist please begin
Separate me from human nature
Cause I’m tired of our sin