Zimmerman Poems - Poems about Zimmerman

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' ...

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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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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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Oh to have that luminescence Fathered by the incandescence Flaring in to effervescence When you're up on stage. ...

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George Zimmerman A gun pointed at George Zimmerman Karma has reigned an connected a Chain of Deaths Certificate The Gun loaded with a Extended Clip in it I wonder should I finish him He sees Trayvon in the Flesh is it him or the Angel of Death? He falls to his Chest an the closing walls of his Breath but he doesn't know...

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Two wackadoodles waving guns in Florida, have we heard enough?...

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A Portrait of George Zimmerman By Elton Camp It was the meeting room of the local KKK Genii, Hydras, Titans, Furies present that day The Grand Cyclops was to direct the meet So he had already donned his white sheet A Confederate battle flag was on display A sign declared, “God bless James Earl Ray” A picture of robed men and flaming...

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For Bob Dylan sheltered from the howling winds of vows and scattered souls and sweltering hate she is a refuge from the blistering sands of dread and loss and torn and twisted fate when the emptiness inside becomes an abyss so dark and wild and cold my words get lost in the jangling alleys where dreams are bought and...

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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....

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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...

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