Love Lost
Found Poem from The Times, November 17,2007
From 'All you need is hate: the killing of John Lennon
Casually chanced upon a book
A John Lennon tome and decided to shoot
With the sweet simplicity of a crackpot loon
The man was virtually drained of blood
Thanks to the guerrilla shooting style
Soaking up his new found celebrity
Bathed in the blood of Lennon himself
Is the father of every craven nobody
Oblivious to the macabre performance
Played with terrifying verve
Propulsive portrait of a man on the edge
The film is a four year labour of love
A second assassination, a double indignity
I knew I had a big screen movie
Love Found
Sonnet - All my loving
It was my John I practiced love upon
He sang Mr Moonlight especially for me
I bathed in beams of solitude, alone
Washed by waves of tormented ecstasy.
I loved the pain of yearning for a smile,
A look from TV screen or magazine.
A distant adoration, all the while
Fulfilling fantasies, unknown, unseen.
When he leapt from his pedestal and fell
For that pretentious woman, Oh no! John
My constant love continued despite all
My mocking disapproval and derision
I practised love and learned there’s no condition
On which imagined love is truly given
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'Love Lost, Love Found' Great title... Great poem... Colin J...