there is no place to return to
no communal hall for the faith or something else.
little gods in shirt-sleeves
above the crows where flies bright cadaver
coloured green in an ink-well
seeking sanctuary with the bluebells
corn-fed and yellow
with jaundice eyes
from times long past, as loud as all but dumb;
a pheasant with no heart.
no harmony. no trench coat. no fur ball
for the ghost of christmas past.
name me seven Monday's from the day that burns the soul.
white china flown with lullabies
a song or two among the orange pith
carved and crossed as lovers
seeking sanctuary with unorthadox
with buttered limbs and a pinch of cyanide!
primate or prehistoric
too many scrawls and scribbles on a stone.
we are all but skin and bone
beautiful and bountiful
singing love songs through the crankshaft
with our engine oil and a black rose spitting blood;
come the flood
come's god adorned in his pin-striped suit and tie.
the Sunday lamb drowns in it's own fat.
how far we now
we primates with our eye-balls closed
with our armpits rich in aniseed
rich in prayer
stitching thread to heaven
with our corckscrew eyes.
we imagine there's no heaven.
it isn't hard to do;
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Author:
Melvin James (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: December 5th, 2024 10:49
- Comment from author about the poem: inspired by my love of John Lennon, and the words of my dear friend Teddy.
- Category: Unclassified
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- Users favorite of this poem: Teddy.15, Tristan Robert Lange
Online)
Comments7
Tremendous. I miss John and his dream.
I miss him too Thomas,
even more this time of year.
as for you my friend, your support and kind words.....
thank you.
it means a lot to me.
I feel drunk after reading this poem. That is not a bad thing but one of disorientation and disequalibrium. Full of juxtopposed contradictions and vivid images.
thank you Soren.
hopefully my love for lennon showed itself...
it will soon be christmas, lets hope the world enjoys it together.
I think this is an epic of magnificence, your imagery pure to see and to feel in its emotion, your poetry is the reason I can write you inspire me with the passion behind the ink and I am truly grateful that we are friends dear Melvin, your one of my all time favourite poets, you are a true gentleman and we have shared our stories and we understand so much from beyond what we write. A huge kudos as I always say, creative imagery which is truly on a level of distinction, original and one of a kind. Honoured to know you Sir, the end of your poem I'm sure I heard the voice of John in all his somber. So very true of today. Let's hope there are better times ahead. 🌹 🌹 🌹
You two, individually, inspire me. I mean that. There are others on MPS who do as well, but you two def do...and let me say...this poetic dialogue...splendidly perfect! 🌹👏
A inspiring piece of poetry, on each read i see something different, Thank you
and thank you too....
such kind words as always.
You are very welcome
Excellent write
most kind Tony.
and very much appreciated;
You're welcome
Wow! I love John Lennon, myself, and absolutely love Teddy's poem. This is a dialogue between them both and is just...wow! Wonderfully masterful and deeply profound! Love it Melvin! ❤️🌹🌹☮️✌️ Favoriting this poem...it isn't hard to do. 😉
Such vivid imagery here, so rich in content and also some wonderful lines
a pheasant with no heart,
white china flown with lullabies
buttered limbs and a pinch of cyanide
these lines tell an unhappy story.
I miss John Lennon too and his iconic Imagine, is a true legacy to his genius. I also listened to Dream as I read through.
At this time more than ever we can hope and pray for peace on earth. Kudos to you Melvin and Teddy. You are both inspirational poets. Thank you so much.
your comment brought a tear to my Cassie.
bless you....
words fail me right now.
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