End of the year 2020 poetry

 

I have written this poetry page in awareness of John Lennon's pop star and ex Beatles' star was 80 birthday gone this October, peace that John wished for. For all John's talent, he faced Dyslexia. I myself Dyspraxia,  Dyslexia. Depression John may have faced himself. Also, next month on the 8th December it will be 40 years 1980. since John's death. It's sad for anyone to die young of anything but to be gunned down, no reason is a reason for what happened. No matter how much we are told we never understand the mind of the person who did this because see no reason was or is a reason for it. 

John hoped for peace and hoped to stop wars and violence, which is impossible because there's no perfect world but we can raise as much awareness as possible, which is what John would have wanted. However' this is also a reason for remembrance and every day to think about those who have lost their lives in all wars gone because if it hadn't have been for them we wouldn't be here today.  

Yes' believe in peace, not war.

Let people believe in what they want to believe in, John but yes I agree whatever they believe in for no reason is good enough to start a war.

 There is no wrong in believing in peace and region is a choice of those who want to be a region. 

All the same pur peace and the perfect world is just a dream. 

Heaven is just another world John and we will all be with you in it as one, one day. 

Earth is full of IT today John. 

There again John, you may have been wanting peace and love which is fine but you weren't showing it to your son Julian and your first wife. 

Imagine you at 80, John Lennon. 

It sure isn't hard to imagine you at 80, with grey long hair, braid, glasses and still looking as young as you were in the 60s and 70s.

No one would either understand the mind of the man who took you away from us, only no reason was any reason for it.  

He wasn't saying he was perfect, right, wrong, etc, he was trying to understand everyone's feelings.

He wasn't preaching, leading judging, etc; he was trying to create peace and stop the war, which really is a hard one because there is no perfect but his intention was given us peace and safety, which can maybe improve but impossible to stop altogether. 

I would imagine if he was still here even at 80, he would be still trying to improve the world for us to have peace and love. 

 

When I was in school.

 

Learning was never truly clear to me; the world was hazy.

 

Staff couldn’t  understand why I couldn’t  understand them, neither could  I.

 

Only  to find years later  to find it was to do with the tablets I was taking at the time.

 

It was almost as they were thinking I was thick and stupid and the way I reacted to them, even though they never said as far  I am aware. 7.11.2020

John Lennon's first poem.

At The Denis

Madam: I have a hallowed tooth that suffer me grately.

Sir: Sly down in that legchair Madam and open your gorble wide - your mouse is all but toothless.

Madam: Alad! I have but eight tooth remaining (eight tooth left).

Sir: Then you have lost eighty three.

Madam: Impossyble.

Sir: Everydobby knows there are foor decisives two canyons and ten grundies, which make thirsty two in all.

Madam: But I have done everything to save my tooth.

Sir: Perhumps! but to no avague.

Madam: Ah! why did I not insult you sooner!

Sir: To late, it must be now or neville.

Madam: You will pull it out for me then!

Sir: No, madman, I will excrete it.

Madam: But that is very painful.

Sir: Let me see it - Crack! there it be madacre.

Madam: But sir I wished to keep (was anxious to keep) that tooth.

Sir: It was all black and moody, and the others are too.

Madam: Mercy - I will have none to eat with soon.

Sir: A free Nasty Heath set is good, and you will look thirty years jungle.

Madam: (Aside) Thirty years jungle; (Aloud) Sir I am no catholic, pull out all my stumps. By John Lennon

Sir: O.K. Gummy.

My Dyspraxia poem. 

Dyspraxia
I could never do up my buttons.
I could never do up my laces.
I could never clean my teeth on how they should be cleaned.
My mouth is too small with too many teeth, food just get's everywhere it always has but I love it.
Exercise is hard to access when you have Dyspraxia.
I can't catch or throw a ball.
I couldn't even open a tin with a tin opener but then I discovered how to use the old-fashioned tin openers.
I love going to the pub, I'm useless with money than I overspend.
I have never been very good at maths.
I am more can with English and words but I even get confused there because of my Dyslexia.
In a poem, I can express my disabilities in a poem better than I can to people.
I am more skills with my writing and raising learning disability awareness than everyday living skills. 13.8.2012 - 17.8.2012

My Depression poem.

27 1997. At the age of 27 1997, it was a bad year.
You broke my heart, you tore me apart.
At the age of 27 in 1997 I just wanted to go to heaven.
Life did not seem worth living, it all seemed like a dark tunnel.
The winter was dull and cold without you.

I discovered Shelly and Keats in the summer.
Without planning to I wrote poetry but when I did I knew life was worth living after all.
Once I started writing poetry it helped me clear my mixed-up mind which helped me to get stronger in my mind.
That's when I learned to understand that life goes on, without writing poetry I would have broken down or and even ended my own life.

Jim Hendricks, Kurt Cobain, and Jim Morrison all suffered depression one way or the other over different very bad times in life, they were all 27 when they died.
They were very creative people in their music but I pulled through my breakdown when I was nearly twenty - eight by discovering poetry. 13.2.2009

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We don't know what they went through, we have no clue what their lives were like, we can only imagine. 

We haven't got a clue what their lives were like, we can only imagine. 

It's easy for us to say they shouldn't have smoked, we don't know the stress they faced.

As they coughed like hags walking miles with sacks on their backs and falling asleep at the same time.

Bringing in the coughing up mustard gas as they choked for their lives.

Boots falling off their feet as they were sinking through the muddy bogs.

Eyes were so blood-shod they could handy see where they were going and what they were doing.

The whole world probably seemed blind to them marching around with hearing bullets so loud to a point they couldn't hear. 

Everything is so misty and dark, they cannot see a thing, just how are they getting through this but time is so unknown. 

Fire shooting with yelling voices shouting. 

Now lives are on the line but then the possible unknown is possibly only a matter of time. 

The risk of drowning in the seas and not knowing what happens next must be so scary.

They kept on imaging peace but war kept coming to them. 7.11.2020 

It really happened.

 They aren't sleeping but they still are around, they are just in another world in a way we don't understand.

The memories of their lives still live on, they will never be the same again but what they did was for us, let's thank them all. 

Think about what they did for us gave us our lives to us and sadly lost theirs so young, we wouldn't be here without them.

Therefore those who are creating, war, violence, and crime stop it now and create peace. 

They are not dead they are in the next world.

We may not know them but we can only imagine what they went through which was a lot of pain to give us our lives and lose their own.

Now it's up to us to keep the world happy as possible and safe. 8. 11. 2020