Happy Birthday John Lennon

Happy b'day John, sorry Lennon;

Hope you well up there in the heaven.

Liverpool's son and peace beacon,

With fab four and alone you rocked like a maven.

I try hard to 'imagine',

A world with only sky and no heaven.

Chanted 'give peace a chance' from nine to seven;

It all came down to a question.

Would you been able to get rid of the hate vermin?

Had not Chapmen hit you in the back that night in New York at eleven.

Your departure left us millions shaken;

Left you us forsaken.

Still we sing your sweet tunes of 'imagine';

Happy b'day John Lennon.

John Winston Ono Lennon, (9 October 1940 – 8 December 1980) was an English singer-songwriter who rose to worldwide fame as one of the founding members of The Beatles and, with Paul McCartney, formed one of the most successful songwriting partnerships of the 20th century.

I Like It

Do you see the bright light in the sky
Do do do you see my sad eyes
My dreams flew and left me dry
Search I for a smile in the rye
Looking for a new dream to buy
Wipe my tears dry, I cry

Do you see that bright light
Do you see my eyes dry
Hold my hand
Support me so I could stand
Your touch and smile kind
Dreams we would weave and bind
We would fly high
And touch the sky

Let’s Play

Let’s play!
There was a time of no hope and no ray
For clear night and day we prayed
But we triumphant anyway
Up in the night sky the giant balloon sway
They watch our splendid ways

Hurray! Let’s play!

The Girl With The lamb

Bring your ear near, my dear;

I would tell you a story true.

Runs it not in reams,

But has an interesting theme.

The hero is a young man;

Tough at the Himalayan ram.

Tried he hard to win nubile hearts,

To learn it’s easy to mend shards.

He gives up the dream,

And settled in the mountain serene.

One day he finds a lamb in his yard,

Then a sweet voice from the valley far.

He ran inside to run a comb through his hair,

And pulled he his best shirt on with flair.

The sweet was cute with rosy cheek and black eyes;

She sighed and said I wish I didn't had marriage ties.

She turned around with teary eyes;

The hero clutched his aching heart and became wise.

He lived on to write the greatest love story,

Pity he died a lonely man before his glory.

Tangled Thought

My big box of patience is now empty;

I wish I had handful more.

Like loose threads my thoughts hang,

Tangling now and then in impatience.

I talked and explained my mind;

Still the nagging thoughts waft about.

Closing eyes could be an answer;

But how do I fill my empty box?