Our good friends, Kevin and Megan, felt it was high time we began our black and white photo collection. So knowing our love for one of music's greatest artists, they gave Rich this awesome Bob Dylan poster for his birthday. One night I decided that Bob had to be mentioned on our blog and that to properly do it, we should each write some type of poem as an ode. I am still working on mine, but Rich came up with a haiku and a limerick.
We would like to extend a challenge to the many creative friends we have to come up with a poem in honor of Bob. It doesn't have to be a haiku or limerick.
Rich's Haiku
Like a Rolling Stone
All Along the Watchtower
Good songwriter, no?
Rich's Limerick
Some say his voice is too whiny.
Those people can kiss my hiney.
His voice has mystique.
The songs are unique.
My favorite is "Most of the Time"-y.
11 comments:
I am NOT one of your creative friends, but wanted to say that I highly enjoyed Rich's haiku! He cracks me up.
...sorry, I meant limerick...although the haiku is um, very deep and meaningful, gulp.
I saw him at the Delta Center
With Paul Simon,
(Who I thought was better)
It doesn't matter if he sounded like a goat,
I saw him, Rich didn't.
So I get to GLOAT!
This is an ode to the Bob Dylan/ Paul Simon concert I saw at the D-Center, I'm a big Paul Simon fan, and I have to say, the D-Center (now defunct) did nothing for Bob's voice.
Wow, I am jealous, Amelia. I had wanted to go to that concert and I have been kicking myself for not going ever since. As for which one is better, I could argue and convince myself either way. Any thoughts, loyal Nelter Skelter readers?
Rich
I admit that I don't care for Dylan
mostly 'cause I'm just not willin'
to confess that he's aplomb
or support the Soy Bomb.
For me, Mr. Simon's more thrillin'.
It turns out I wrote a poem based on an amazing interview Rolling Stone published with Dylan in the fall of 2001. Here it is--it's not as snazzy as your other readers' poems, but it's in the spirit of the thing. It's supposed to be in couplets, we'll see how it shows up in the comments! [also re: missed concerts: my friend back in high school asked me to go to the concert that Dylan recorded as the "Before the Flood" album! but I didn't go because--wait for it--it was the sabbath of our lord. O! the pity.]
Rainy Day Woman #19 & 45
—apologies to Bob Dylan
Gray day, a walk to the river and back again.
It bends, twists, dodges, then swerves back again.
I pity the water. Today, my gaze is a curse.
Loath to let ruin ride my back again,
I’ve botched the soup, made bread that won’t rise,
lost words to bring a seed back again.
I do know my limitations. My guru’s
the trickster hero who’s got my back again.
The trick with limits: not to overstate.
Name the zero—I’ve always come back again.
This craft blunders, Lisa’s sentence stutters.
Start from nothing—try the door at the back again.
My calling? More like a stalled career—French
for carrier, river crossed come back again.
Consider envy, consider malice as teachers.
Once replaced, can I lure my song back again?
Weather it—advice I'll take; but till it blows over,
my clock's hands just slide back again.
Going through Bob's trash
Paul Simon finds his lyrics
Paul can't tie Bob's shoes
I write of Dylan
Silhouetted by the sea.
Both hands waving free
The poet's poet.
Head on musical Rushmore
With Bach and Mozart.
At first Bob Dylan
Was billed as the next Woody
Understatment squared.
Pete, don't get upset!
It's waves of electric art
at Newport this year.
John, Paul, George, Ringo
I'd like to introduce you
To words that matter.
Busy being born?
Or are you busy dying?
That is the question.
Ezra and T.S.
Desolation row tonight.
Bill Shakepeare's there too.
Can call me Zimmy
Can call what you would like
Just serve somebody.
Buckets of funbeams
Pouring out of my keyboard
Haikus to Zimmy!
There once was a man named Bob
He dressed and looked like a slob
Though his music didn't stink
I'd rather listen to N*SYNC
It's the end of my story- Don't sob
I once read an article about soccer where the guy said, "Don't like soccer? You don't really understand sports, you just think you do."
I immediately thought how well that translate to Bob. Don't like Dylan? You don't really understand music, you just think you do.
Bob is the ultimate litmus test to see whether someone has a musical soul.
OH MY!!! I don't think I will ever submit anything I write, this group of submitters has passed my writing skills by worlds. I am amazed (and amuzed) by what you wrote. Thank you all for participating!
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