Dylan Poems - Poems about 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...

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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...

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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...

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

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Dylan Tribute Dylan Poems Great Music Nobel Prize ...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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....

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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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This poem, which is loaded with math terms, is to be sung to the tune of Subterranean Homesick Blues. What was I thinking? Johnny’s in the basement Working on geometry You’ll see my intent A theorem in development Presh is on the website Hit pause, scratch head Trick problem, misled Try another approach instead Look out kid Better check it...

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Murphy you always had the biggest smile, Heartbreaking to hear its goodbye for a while, You put up a good fight, right til the end, Such a lovely boy, and a good friend, Haggot heast was your best crack by far, May you be at peace now you're the brightest star....

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Like any good poet he was a tremendous liar. A prodigious drinker (not essential but often helpful). He gave us words that were open windows. He sang in the Celtic way but not the tongue. He had the gift to make old words new. His passion shook foundations. I heard that in his private life he was a right bastard, but don't...

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