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John's
latest collection of poems is a profound exploration of the human spirit,
capturing the raw and unfiltered emotions of love, loss, war, and peace. This
powerful anthology invites you to reflect deeply on the meaning of existence,
guiding you through the highs and lows of the human experience. Feel the
heartbreak of loss and the bitterness of conflict yet find solace in love and
the fragile peace that follows. Through it all, the unwavering theme of
resilience shines, reminding us of our capacity to endure and overcome.
These
poems don't just echo universal truths; they also bear witness to specific
moments in history, including the harrowing brutality of the Russian invasion
of Ukraine. John's work is a poignant record of contemporary struggles,
championing a more inclusive and compassionate world. With his distinct voice,
John captures the essence of humanity in all its complexity, ensuring these
poems will resonate far beyond our time.
Some
of these poems are also songs. To hear (and see music videos) of some of the
songs readers can scan the accompanying QR codes.
Here are a few verses from a couple of poems to give a
flavour of the collection:
WOW, WOW, SHE LOVES
ME
When I first saw you,
I was making a pitch.
Your kind of look, it
made me twitch.
I don't know what
it's all about,
I only know I want to
sing and shout.
You
came over, looked me in the eye.
I
felt queasy, thought I might die.
You
said, 'Boy, you're the one I'm looking for.'
Next
thing I knew, I was on the floor.
I
thought:
Wow,
wow, she loves me!
Wow,
wow, I'm on a jet ski!
Wow,
wow, oh god, she met me -
Wow,
wow, it's my destiny.
THE PEACE
DIVIDEND
Instead of
paying for guns and bombs,
For mass
graves and family tombs,
Put the
money to housing and schools
So
children won't use guns, only tools.
No arms to
buy, no soldiers to kill,
Use the
money for those who are ill.
Put the
metal into cars,
The fuel
to power rockets to Mars.
Save the
explosions for Bonfire Night
Instead of
blowing things up as you fight.
Put the
nuclear threat to good use
For
shrinking tumours, not nuclear truce.
In place
of the men going into battle,
Let them
come home and raise our cattle;
Instead of
fighting to be free,
Fighting
for our place in industry.
Take your
wars out to the fields -
Bats and
balls alone to wield.
Then you
can feel that you've just won
Without
ever firing a missile or gun.
