The Gospel of John and Paul

The Gospel of John and Paul

A Poem by Carlos Lorenzo Estrada
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There are times some writings need no explanation. They simply come to exist.

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The Gospel of John and Paul

By

Carlos Lorenzo Estrada 


(The Saints of Liverpool) 


“And, in the end

The love you take
is equal to the love you make.” - The Beatles 


They were rebels 


These brilliant poets from Liverpool 


Defining a generation of youth


Who felt lost in the miasma of societal conformity 


Inspired by the blues of inequity and enslavement 


Whose rich haunting sorrows cried across the sea


A rebellion that sang to them in harmony and lyric


Rooted in the Southern strife of hate and despair 


White soul from the grace of a black cry for freedom 


Yesterday 


Let it be


All you need is love


Black bird singing in the dead of night


A gospel of Jude intonated within the heart of these young English men


And the world wept...and changed


In "Revolution"... came hope.

© 2022 Carlos Lorenzo Estrada


Author's Note

Carlos Lorenzo Estrada
I was born in 65 and grew up listening to their music and will do for the rest of my remaining life. When I first picked up guitar at age 12 I did so specifically to learn my favorite song "Yesterday". It is so hauntingly melodic and quite easy to learn if I'm being honest. They changed the face of pop music for generations to come. And their influence still resonates today. They came at a turbulent time in history making music as the world began to fall apart around them. With great political leaders being assassinated. But despite the changing of the times their music never wavered from its message of profound peace and love. The Beatles. The greatest rock band in history of music.

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Carlos this is a great memorial to a great musical group. Their chemistry and brilliance of their music will always be a turning point in the history of music. I remember watching them when they were introduced on the Ed Sullivan show and how my parents and grandmother did not like them to begin with but grew to love some of their songs latter on. They truly are one of the greatest groups of all time. I loved your ode to them and its rhyme that made it so easy to read. So religious as the setting of the poem not only all the songs of love but the later martyrdom of John to seal their religiosity.

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Carlos Lorenzo Estrada

1 Year Ago

Thank you Soren for your sweet comment on this poem. I can not hide my profound reverence for this .. read more
Soren

1 Year Ago

Here here!
Carlos Lorenzo Estrada

1 Year Ago

love is all you need. If that isn't divinely inspired and Godly I don't know what is. They truly a.. read more
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Gee
A bunch of scallies from Merseyside who changed the shape of music and fashion too.
Nice piece Carlos

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Carlos Lorenzo Estrada

1 Year Ago

Thank you Gee. Yes indeed they did. Their art will never be forgotten. It resonates for generations.. read more
I was and still am a huge Beatles fan. Your poem is very cool. There is probably no end to the inspiration those four guys brought to the world. Thanks for sharing this.

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Carlos Lorenzo Estrada

1 Year Ago

Thank you for your thoughts my friend. There music has always had resonance in my life. Whether its.. read more

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Carlos Lorenzo Estrada
Carlos Lorenzo Estrada

salinas , CA



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If I can say something worth saying that makes just one person think about others...I'll try. The greatest storyteller was my grandmother. I miss her stories. Also, I would like to add to please pay.. more..

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