Perhaps he's crackers
to embrace glitz
(to paraphrase Irving Berlin)
'Putin on the Ritz'
tho'
'Sometimes something is better than nothing'
went the writing on the wall
yet
'Too much of nothing'
(wrote the Zimmerman)
is really no good at all
and
'Everything comes to those who wait'
an optimist put in prose
but
Cole Porter said it best
when he wrote, 'Anything Goes'
Categories:
zimmerman, fun, humor, music, silly,
Form: Rhyme
Robet Allan Zimmerman
a native-born Minnesotan
he changed his name to Dylan
and now he is worth millions
Categories:
zimmerman, humorous,
Form: Clerihew
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 Quinn paid me a visit,
and left me blowin’ in the wind.
Positively 4th street isn’t it,
while I watch the river flow, again.
And left me blowin’ in the wind,
when she told me it ain’t you babe.
While I watch the river flow, again.
Watch her float past as I wave.
When she told me it ain’t you babe,
I had to go back to Maggie’s farm.
I’ll watch Maggie float past as I wave,
when a hard rain’s a gonna’ fall.
I had to go back to Maggie’s farm.
Desolation row had lost its charm.
When a hard rain’s a gonna’ fall,
the hurricane ruined Maggie’s farm.
Desolation row had lost its charm.
Her leather boots made me sure.
The hurricane ruined Maggie’s farm,
I was knockin’ on heavens door.
Categories:
zimmerman, music,
Form: Pantoum
Oh to have that luminescence
Fathered by the incandescence
Flaring in to effervescence
When you're up on stage.
Categories:
zimmerman, appreciation,
Form: Epigram
Two wackadoodles
waving guns in Florida,
have we heard enough?
Categories:
zimmerman, crazy,
Form: Haiku
Hello, son.
You're a big one.
Lucky for you you inherited somebody's genes
That gave you light skin
That made you get away with murder.
May your day of jubilee
be all you want it to be.
Categories:
zimmerman, adventure,
Form: Elegy
Carrying a note wasn’t his bag
When he sang his voice would sort of drag
For his America he waved a flag
Robert Zimmerman was his name
Poetic ballads were his burning flame
Where others said can’t, he said can
He called us friend
And spoke of the wind
I think him a giant he’s only a man
Reading his words makes me want more
to analize his analogies can be a chore
Paints pictures in my head
when your driven in your car
Paints lyrics of big brass beds
He’s truly a star
How to follow I don’t know
his concert ended in an encore
My appreciation of Bob Dylan I doubt I could show
Categories:
zimmerman, on writing and words
Form: Ode