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Tangled up in blue Bob Dylan song contest
Tangled up in you
I remember the day I saw her,
running down the avenue...
Chestnut hair flowing in the air,
I was taken by the view
She was running late, ran by my gate,
saying how do you do....
I said, don't run away, come make my day,
turn my grey skies to blue
Later on that night, I caught a sight,
of that lady coming home
I said, hey my dear, don't ever fear,
'cause you'll never be alone
She stopped in her tracks, said is that a fact,
how can you be so sure?
I said, my love is true, and I'm true blue...
guess I'm tangled up in you
She stopped by for a spell, guess y'all can tell,
just how this story ends
She said thanks a lot, but you're not so hot,
why can't we just be friends
I said fine I guess, you know the rest,
she used those nifty shoes
I said I'll sit and wait for your return,
with my whiskey and my blues
the trouble with me is this, you see,
I'm still tangled up in you
yeah still tangled up in you.
soooooo tangled up in you.
June 11,2025 for the Dylan song contest
The first little drop of beautiful rain,
The very first beautiful pearl,
Fell from the sky all alone by itself,
Fluttering down to the world,
Unaware of the torrential army of friends,
Unaware of the cascading storm,
Thinking that it would love all the dry land,
Thinking that dry was the norm,
Then splash, hello, how do you do,
Fancy meeting you right down here,
Fancy meeting you in the middle of summer,
In this very first rain for the year,
And, whoosh, he was gone, vanished in a puddle,
A puddle made of rain from the sky,
With the storm that he led from above all our heads,
This storm that had broken the dry.
Quarter moon - so way up high
In darkened blue - in morning sky
It makes me think - when I see blue
Thoughts of you - how do...you do
Before the sun - lifts up her nose
And the stars still wink - and the moon still glows
I close my eyes - and I think my mind
Searching for - the thoughts to find
That shows my heart - that shows my love
From that quarter moon- so high above
To keep it's glow - on you, my friends
Even by chance - your life, it ends
By chance, I'm gone - I flap my wings
I hope the quarter moon - it still brings
To all my friends - a glowing light
To makes your lives - a brighter bright
Tangled up in you
I remember the day I saw her,
running down the avenue...
Chestnut hair flowing in the air,
I was taken by the view
She was running late, ran by my gate,
saying how do you do....
I said, don't run away, come make my day,
turn my grey skies to blue
Later on that night, I caught a sight,
of that lady coming home
I said, hey my dear, don't ever fear,
'cause you'll never be alone
She stopped in her tracks, said is that a fact,
how can you be so sure?
I said, my love is true, and I'm true blue...
guess I'm tangled up in you
She stopped by for a spell, guess y'all can tell,
just how this story ends
She said thanks a lot, but you're not so hot,
why can't we just be friends
I said fine I guess, you know the rest,
she used those nifty shoes
I said I'll sit and wait for your return,
with my whiskey and my blues
the trouble with me is this, you see,
I'm still tangled up in you
yeah still tangled up in you.
soooooo tangled up in you.
1. Rumors say that someone wants you.
What do you think? Could they be true?
Those rumors were started by me:
The one that you pass, but don’t ever see.
2. What should I say when you walk by?
Give me a chance, I won’t make you cry.
You might find that it’s worth your while
To turn around and give me a smile.
3. What to say to someone like you?
How do you do? Would you love me too?
I’m not really into small talk.
So take my hand, let’s go for a walk
Chorus
When you pass by, I can’t say a word.
So many poems that you’ve never heard.
Songs from my heart to endear me to you
That I can’t sing when I’m looking at you.
I thought I heard your voice calling to me from deep within the night
Telling me how much you love me, how we would be together again soon, and all would be
alright
I opened my eyes and you were no where in sight
I closed them quickly and held them shut tight
Hopeing for a chance that one moment to hear your voice again, I couldn't, but I tried so
hard with all my might
There's such a connection with you and I, there always has been, and I know you feel it to
Everywhere I look, and in everything I do, it all reminds me of you
So how do you do it, I need to know
How can you let me fade away and let me, in any part of your life, just go?
Let the story of our lives together forever go untold
How can you just push me back on down
Back into your secret place and not hear the sounds
The emotions screaming so quietly and vague yet oh so loud
The moments, memories, and feelings with me however, will always be around
Might as well face it to one another you and I are definitely bound
Why do you think years ago we were brought together, letting love between us be found?
Your looking for someone you can give your heart to and keep consistently burning in your
sensitive soul
That's why you can never completely let me go
You can never give me the words to just let me move on, but your not just trying to keep
over me that kind of control
A part of you believes that I could very well be right in what I'm saying
You're worried about those words hurting me, but yet you're more scared that if you do that
you may not get me back when you realize our love IS a game still very much worth playing
I know for some reason and some how
You for surely feel the same way for me now
Tell me please-
Do you hear my voice calling to you from deep within the night?
Telling you how much I love you, how we will be together again soon, and that all will be
alright
Do you then open your eyes only to find I'm no where in sight?
Then closing them quickly again and hold them shut tight
Hopeing for the chance that one moment where you can hear my voice, and you can't, but
you tried so hard with all your might
Well I ask you this final question then-
When will you finally once and for all admit to yourself how you truly feel and give up this
damn fight?
28 April 2015 9:08 AM
Do you ever wander and wonder like a child at play?
Absorbing the sunshine, enjoying the day?
Follow a butterfly to see where it goes?
Talk to your Grandpa to see what he knows?
Measure an inch worm to see if its true?
Take a dogs paw and say how do you do?
Examine the trees the grass and the flowers?
Taking in Gods creation for hours.
Letting your mind free of lifes many worries.
While watching a squirrel climb a tree in a hurry.
Let go of your life for just awhile.
Go out and play and grow back your smile.
It does not matter what the neighbors say.
Enrich your life with a little child like play.
I like to write poetry, for my mind it soothes
If my writing is read, hopefully i have reached out and introduced me
My writes are in rhyme with a dabble of others
Its an apprenticeship i am in, more learn-ed i become
I write at my desk on my laptop and PC
Browsing for information to add credence to my work
My writing follows no agenda its as free as my words
My portfolio of themes comes from inspiration of many
I may see a picture and words grace my eyes
If i read a poets poem, their words can induce an idea
So when you read my work, its from the recipe above
Its more than a hobby now, its something i love
My entry into Deborah Guzzi's " How DO You do it??? contest "
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/poetry-soup-4.php
Woke up to sunshine
Had to rub my tired eyes
I must be dreaming
If gals on the Soup
Have moved on, must follow them
Can't let them escape
Got the hots for you
A pick up line I once used
The first and last time
Cops are after me
Was gawking at some girlies
Wearing only jockeys
Are Haiku's funny
Coz I really have trouble
Writing with a frown
Well how do you do
Would you like to go to bed
Result was a slap
Wanna see my thing
It pulsates really quite fast
My new food mixer
Got the hots for you
Hickory dickory doo
Wanna see my thing
Here's a wee saying
Just three little words plus two
One two three four five
The Wulf Man cometh
Let's see what you've got mister
Who's Haiku Master
The Machine
It was only $1 at the thrift.
How did I know it was going to be so fun?
First day out, right from the box,
the smell, the fragrance, the perfume, the air…
Bread!
Flour, milk, eggs and yeast…,
How do you do what you do?
A pleasure, to watch, funny wack-wack sounds,
yet in the end…a loaf of warm, pleasant freshness.
Now I use you daily, like making coffee… new.
Jam from the peach tree, and honey from the hive.
Life is worth living, we are meant to thrive.
Blessed be the morning, sweet smells in the air.
Bread made daily, and “needed” with prayer.
(yes, I know kneaded...but it is intentionally "needed") :)