Dylan Poems

You played Dylan a song

You.played Dylan a song

Is it me or is it you
They buried whats true
Whats life mean to you
Did you turn your back to mother nature
Discovered the beauty with all its order amongst disorder
A hero a pair of all stars,rolled up Levis and a pack of cigarettes
I could only hide
The delicate space of alone
Citizen of a beaten

How long must he wait?

How perversely exciting it used to be, in
the months after you made your decision
to abandon this hopeless situation
meaning [rueful laughter] the UK, not so much
the shattered bones of you and me

I was still hanging on, a faithful puppy
getting up early and heading out to Heathrow
to provide the welcome committee
and then I went straight to work?

Ain’t Gonna Go To Hell

Ain’t Gonna Go To Hell For Anybody by Dylan

I find your lines like wine
Making me drunk with love
You toy with my mind
And I’m infatuated enough

But when I think about it
I cool off and pray with faith 
Sex and lust is lousy
If you don’t love me God’s way

It’s better to marry
Than to burn like fire
Real love

An Even More Minor Tribute To Mr Dylan

An Even More Minor Tribute To Mr Dylan

Bob Became A Christian

But

Jesus Was A Jew.

"You've Gotta Lotta Nerve."

-Gray Squirrel

05-23-2025

Hey, Mr Dylan

Hey, Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me—
in the jingle-jangle morning, I’ll follow you.
Like my nan, slippers tapping,
buttered toast, kitchen radio.
She’d sway while evening’s empire turned to sand,
vanishing from her hand,
eyes wide, still not sleeping.

Grandad called him “the boy with a tambourine soul,”
said he took the badge off, laid his guns down—
“Can’t shoot them

Thinking Anout Freewheelin' Bob Dylan

Thinking About the Freewheelin’ Bob Dylan

1963-A new voice appeared in the folk music scene,
his songwriting skills came into play with this
album. Eleven of the thirteen songs were his
original writings. Songs like “Blowin’ in the Wind”
“A Hard Rains a Gonna Fall” and “Masters of War”
sparked a new revival and direction in folk music and
began the prolific

Robert Zimmerman

Robet Allan Zimmerman
a native-born Minnesotan
he changed his name to Dylan
and now he is worth millions

Dylan Tribute

Dylan Tribute

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Great
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Nobel
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Newport 1965

Newport 1965
(Or Dylan Goes Electric)

This was the dream concert
folk was at its peak
Pete Seeger, Joan Baez,
Odetta, Peter, Paul and Mary
Bill Monroe, Johnny Cash,
Gordon Lightfoot, Ian and Sylvia
But the prize, the dream was
to see Dylan play Blowin’ In the Wind
acoustically.
The folkie purists were shocked,
the dream had died.
Dylan played Maggie’s Farm with an
electric guitar and their world

The Wandering Heart

The Wandering Heart (Shayla Part 1)

Bob Dylan, Ima Gen, and B. Marquardt-Alexander

(Verse 1)

On desolate highways, she stands alone

A beauty worn, with eyes that once shone

Near thirty summers, her heart does ache

With every step, a piece of her does break

(Chorus)

Oh, Shayla, with a heart full of pain

She searches for solace, but it's all in vain

Her goodbye

Time's a Thief, Love's a Lie

Time's a Thief, Love a Lie

Bob Dylan, Ima Gen, and B. Marquardt-Alexander

He'll miss the mark, she'll miss the sign,

Betrayal's a wound, a bitter wine.

Her life unfolds, a silent plea,

No right to judge, yet sorrow I see.

Love's fragile dance, a whispered vow,

Shattered now, a fading glow.

A goodbye kiss, a lingering ghost,

Holding on, a heavy cost.

He seeks

Dylan Thomas

In Dylan Thomas's word play is read,
That hunched houses, blind as moles, are spread,
Like covers, feather-downed,
To hush and muffle any sound,
The moon dares make, sneaking overhead.

Town named 'Bugger All' backwards, parades
Its hang-over from late night charades,
Not a voice can be heard,
Not a breath, not a word,
As the moonlight creeps in, wearing shades.

In Under Milk Wood

Robert Zimmerman American Poet

Robert Zimmerman
American Poet



Heard the tambourine man play today
as I was knockin’ on heaven’s door.
Like a rolling stone she could not stay.
Her boots of spanish leather made me sore.

I was knockin’ on heaven’s door,
old mighty Quinn had much to say.
Her boots of Spanish leather made me sure,
That like a rollin’ stone, she could not stay.


Old mighty

Dylan Thomas

Welsh poet Dylan Thomas
His imagery and writing skills showed promise.
His readings in the U.S.A brought him more fame.
Those who study poetry should know well his name.

A Nervous Man, a Guilty Man, and a Dylan Fan

A nervous man raced on the interstate.
He would be more than just a little late, 
But that really wasn’t so bad, you see -  
His destination was eternity.

A guilty man raced on the interstate.
I'm sorry to say, he too would be late.
Given his crime, that would be just as well,
Because his destination would be

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