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I don't know what a contest of poems inspired by musicians born in the 1940s would be without a poem inspired by the Beatles. I was very pleased to see Linda Imbler's poems.
Inspired by The Beatles “Baby, You Can Drive My Car”
Drive
She steered in the direction of the skid,
straightened the wheel as she slid,
having no time to end up in ditches
let’s truth travel through the relay switches.
Years of mishandling truth, causing loss,
a lack of control while she double-crossed,
now her sinless, clean hands grip the wheel,
truthful information highway holds appeal.
There were long deceptive roads with no thoroughfare,
no place to speed away from fraudulence anywhere,
false treacherous roads made it easy to cheat,
spinning her vicious lies up and down the street.
She steers in the direction of the slide,
makes straight when the truth swings wide,
bad miles fall back, she drives toward the green light,
exits the old, continues on the path of right.
Inspired by The Beatles “Here, There, and Everywhere”
Fab
Wurlitzer royalty,
the Four Horsemen of pop,
half a century later,
they're still at the top,
of songwriting skills
and melody making,
strong beats, rough guitar riffs,
and ballads breathtaking.
Our world will be poorer,
when the last one moves on,
somewhere else will need them
to provide them with song.
That globe will then embrace,
the perfect square,
of musical integrity,
here, there, and everywhere.
Inspired by John Denver “Rocky Mountain High”
As I Saw Boulder
Those retro hipster streets, crowded with bohemian images,
abutting the mountains grand, recollecting peace and hippie love.
One New Age store replete with Occult books and Tarot cards
intended to teach and to guide.
The street musicians’ chattering guitars play folk (Dylan, Baez, Mitchell)
or perhaps the acid rock (Hendrix, Cream, Doors) one era dug.
Another New Age store that sells incense, that spiritual return
to the time when the peace pipe filled the air with smells
of myrrh and burning grass.
Street dancers and magicians with magical movement
to keep the groove alive and remembered.
Inspired by The Browns “The Three Bells”
Bells Ringing
All around us,
Bells are ringing,
Heralding,
The new dawn to come.
Soldiers on all ships
Coming home,
More,
In flight returning,
War has been fought
And the end has been arbitrated.
This last war
Mankind, as a whole, now victorious
Deciding to celebrate freedom
Across all lands.
Each person adjudicated
With all scores settled,
A covenant of peace
To harmonize this sphere.
And those in crypts,
Though they be dead
Release the hopeful breath they have held
For so very long and join the gleeful celebration.
Inspired by Led Zeppelin “The Immigrant Song”
Desert Song
The last true Viking
charges onto the stage
bearing his axe overhead
in defiance of those
who call him a shadow.
Like poets pluck words from the ether,
so does he pull down the elementals
and weaves them among the strings
with seraphic fingers,
his alchemical magick
amalgamating sounds.
Easy-
For he has long known the secret
of the lost chord.
He strikes it now
to shatter the rumble of the crowd.
Cool-
He makes himself visible on stage
and beats the Devil’s heat.
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