Megan Sherman

Megan Sherman Sep 2017

Plant flowers in the garden of my heart,
Make it happy smile and love impart,
Peace in which to hide, passion gestate,
Have me lust for life insatiate,
Sew the seeds throw bread for the birds,
Bring the people dancing in their herds,
To party raucous with the birds and bees,
The flowers in their rosy revelry,
You a seemly sight with watering tin,
Nurturing the light of life within,
The wild, wanton garden of my heart,
Make it happy smile and love impart.

Megan Sherman Sep 2017

Dear Yoko

A goddess from the land of rising sun,
Artist who could sure paint time begun,
Her imagination akin to a saints,
Doth elude the slurs of sinners taints,
The devil doth the evil war implant,
But Yoko, John, beat them with their chants,
Enamoured of the loving sweet romance,
For peace, hath them in enchanted trance,
She imagined, and so right then did he,
A beacons light in divine mimicry,
Imagining all the people free,
All at one under the Bodhi tree,
Have I the eyes of heaven to sweet see,
One made sure as beautiful as thee,
Heavens knights risen from its fires,
Inspires feelings to be sung to lyres,
Thine destiny to be immortalised sublime,
In words that vanquish hell and transcend time,
Free Love, Sir? No, that's not a crime,
Simply is the kindred hearts coy mime,
Mirroring the triumph of grand love,
Beget in bars that ring around above,
John sang to heaven imploring to imagine,
Spread peace on earth like a nice contagion.

Megan Sherman Aug 2017

Love's Evolution

I do not think that Life was gift to World,
To see Love's evolution quick unfurled,
By ****** Satanic hands suffice to maim,
Make of magic life a twisted game,
Could we, the people, be ever misled more,
Could we, defiant, rouse from sleep, uproar,
Humour not the devils at our door,
Blow horn for freedom on wizened, ancient tor,
The sky is jilted, jaded by their plan,
Cloaked in darkness is the sultry sun,
Love's destiny quelled by a myth of man,
Subsume to the beast since time begun,
But we discern our downfall, once the light,
Of God and angels, suffice to ignite,
Stokes all hearts to swoon, take freedoms flight,
Banishing cruel demons of the night,
Together we transform, transcend our pain,
Sing to Heaven Love's mutual refrain,
Take enchanted path unto the morn,
In which the babe of Peace is duly born.

Megan Sherman Aug 2017

Whilst You

Whilst you my friend, you now belong to sky,
Yet thy trumpet loud, pierces the day,
Thy sublime sentience suffice to claim,
Against which no pure soul would fight, take aim,
So hallowed are thine insights, thy sweet thoughts,
I ravish them in mutual rapport,
For their value no worldly recompense,
Only to be listened to with sense,
You rouse the children, wake the bards with sound,
Of kindly voice which rings the earth around,
Like birth of summer blistering surprise,
Beauteous and wondrous as thine eyes,
Thou always were, will be a blessing true,
For sacred profound fires run through you,
Wisdoms blossoms your words sweet beget,
Doth the pain of ****** heart abet,
I would accumulate them all my life,
Enamoured of thee like a lusting wife.

Megan Sherman Aug 2017

John's Answer

Oh, my flame, how did you come to doubt,
The light of you to which I am devout,
Be enamoured of faith a little more,
Trust your human hands have God's gift raw,
Dreaming is a gift given to all,
Imagination hath us rapt in thrall,
Its suppression the righteous mind appal,
Imagine the people, imagine them all,
Thy laurels and thy psalms are sweet devotions,
That stimulate my heart in loving motions,
Love to fathom pure and wide as oceans,
Transcends border, language and nation,
The real Beauty, not me, but people's tongue,
Through which dreams of freedom sweetly sung,
Forget not angels going in disguise,
The poor and sick, to them my lullabies.

Megan Sherman Aug 2017

Rebellion Of Hearts

I sing for the rebellion of Hearts,
Which the Earth's renewal duly starts,
Devoted, righteous, to equality,
A virtue gold, its magnanimity,
Sure outweighs the tyranny of lies,
Of pauper's plague, inferiorities,
A joyful revolution of the mass,
Is hungered for by this sweet, scribing lass.

Megan Sherman Aug 2017

Temple Of Love

With haste and alms went I to temple of Love,
Wherein consists veritable treasure trove,
Laid wreaths, scattered devotions all around,
Sewing purest blessings in the ground,
A haven sculpt for lost, beleaguered souls,
Hungry to connect with one and all,
Aphrodite's figure she compels,
Music which from spellbound spirit knells,
A line queues up with psalms suffice to praise,
The Beauty inside her which doth amaze,
Blessed to be touched by her rays,
Adds Beauty ever soft to darkling days.