Bob Dylan challenge......

ISN · August 2005

well, this is the piece de resistance in my thread, thanks Oldy, and I challenge anyone to surpass it.....(I might be getting ill......I'm a bit worried that I'm on teh road to psychosis.....forgive me, everything will go along as normal....but if I get ill....remember it's just part of me)

Ms. Haiku · August 2005

ISN wrote:

well, this is the piece de resistance in my thread, thanks Oldy, and I challenge anyone to surpass it.....(I might be getting ill......I'm a bit worried that I'm on teh road to psychosis.....forgive me, everything will go along as normal....but if I get ill....remember it's just part of me)

I hope you feel better or overcome what needs to be overcome.

ISN · August 2005

I'm trying sweets, but it's so insidious......it's really a weed.....in the real sense.....(like fast-growing ivy)......I'm really struggling - I hope it's a false alarm....but....I'm still out there living....with it all....and striving....and I'm so weak with this illness.....I really appreciate your kind words

Being Enlightened · August 2005

ISN wrote:

I'm trying sweets, but it's so insidious......it's really a weed.....in the real sense.....(like fast-growing ivy)......I'm really struggling - I hope it's a false alarm....but....I'm still out there living....with it all....and striving....and I'm so weak with this illness.....I really appreciate your kind words

There's this lady
feelin' tight in her chest,
world's pressin' in
and she wears it like a vest,
but it's more of a corset
n' someone's pullin' the strings,
just wish she could cast it off
and spread her beautiful wings!

{{{{ISN}}}} Keeping ya in my thoughts and hoping you feel better lickedy split, sweetheart!

olderman · August 2005

ISN wrote:

well, this is the piece de resistance in my thread, thanks Oldy, and I challenge anyone to surpass it.....(I might be getting ill......I'm a bit worried that I'm on teh road to psychosis.....forgive me, everything will go along as normal....but if I get ill....remember it's just part of me)

ISN ... it's OK. Please be OK. We love you. It's true.

ISN · August 2005

thanks you lot......I feel a lot better today, I organised the cavalry....like a posse.....I whipped the psychologist into shape, and have an appointment with a brilliant psychiatrist on Tuesday afternoon.....my ex is being very nice to me, and Torin's nearly recovered.....I'm overstretched this month, and Torin's having an op on the 25th plus the saga with immigration continues - I have to have a chest x-ray Monday 8.30am......I'm so over-committed - I can't handle stress of any kind.....because I was emotionally abused when I was a nipper.....trauma....

your kind wishes mean a lot to me......more than I can articulate, and I really appreciate the family-feel of this place and all the wonderful people on the board.....I hope I haven't said anything rash (eg. yesterday), and feel I must wade through the crap I wrote when I was out of it yesterday, in case I was overly insulting......hehehehehehe......one of the symptoms of my decline is a tendency to be garrullous - shut up ISN!!!!hehehehehehe

please go back to whatever you were doing....heheheheh (I liked your peom Being)

sultryevening · August 2005

was definatly in a dylan mood when i wrote this....

Im leaving the fridge door
open
to light me to your room,
for its all that i can do,

for it talks to me in tongues.
says "young boy, to see me you must be free.
Can you even find your elbow from your knees?"

Miss Dutchess she warns
me not to eat the food
from your table

but Ill sit down to feast
and watch the jester
perform soap operas starring
Cain and Abel

then the bouncers of truth
said " Man, its time to leave.
Your invitation is expired

as my head hit the dirt
how i wished for the sense to retire

my beds like the ocean
its got some rough seas ahead
the pillows a ship
and the crews been long dead

with the captain that lost his compass
he just searches his maps
with a pencil he calls trust.

and the fridge light burns on
giding me to your oom
and if that bulb goes out
it ll always be too soon.

ISN · August 2005

to paraphrase another illustrious poet, it's a triumph!!!!!

sultryevening · August 2005

and this one is so obvious is slaps you!

im seeing Mr Dylan in concert again in Nov!

Weekenders

Bob played the blues
and we sat and got wasted
5ft away from Baby Blue
2 hours later it was all over
never thought the day would come

" How does it feel" he sang
like a parade from here

So I sat and got wasted time and again

so im driving
and the skys as red as my face the day SHE told me "its over"
but its good and the storm is attacking the car
but im here and I'm warm and she's too.

Ryan went crazy
48 hours later
blowin and puffin his harp

On the plane far away
the moon was so bright
im sure he's trying to keep me awake

rested head on the window
but frost kept it cool
no space for my ecomomy legs
do 1st class grow limbs that are doubled in size?

too much wine
to allow me to drive
so walked on the edge of the cliff

she said I love you
and I said I do too
but did I mean it
I really don't know

After the party i fell down a hole
same hole as I fell down before
. they all fucking laughed
and I howled too,
as soon as I got off the floor.

For a bottle of wine or three or four
and a weekend I want to repeat
I'd give it all up to do it all over and over again.

Being Enlightened · August 2005

sultryevening wrote:

was definatly in a dylan mood when i wrote this....

Im leaving the fridge door
open
to light me to your room,
for its all that i can do,

for it talks to me in tongues.
says "young boy, to see me you must be free.
Can you even find your elbow from your knees?"

Miss Dutchess she warns
me not to eat the food
from your table

but Ill sit down to feast
and watch the jester
perform soap operas starring
Cain and Abel

then the bouncers of truth
said " Man, its time to leave.
Your invitation is expired

as my head hit the dirt
how i wished for the sense to retire

my beds like the ocean
its got some rough seas ahead
the pillows a ship
and the crews been long dead

with the captain that lost his compass
he just searches his maps
with a pencil he calls trust.

and the fridge light burns on
giding me to your oom
and if that bulb goes out
it ll always be too soon.

Ah, the sultry one!

Very :cool: !

sultryevening · August 2005

cheers sweets!
just passed a scuba diving course!

Being Enlightened · August 2005

sultryevening wrote:

cheers sweets!
just passed a scuba diving course!

That's awesome! Wow! Man, your gonna have some deep sea diving fun, I suppose. You taking a vacation anywhere that you can use your new found skills?

Goulet · August 2005

Bob Dylan is a poor man's Ramblin' Jack Elliot, who, in turn, is a poor man's Woody Guthrie, who, in turn, is a poor man's Leadbelly, who, in turn, stole songs from those before the age of recorded sound.

sultryevening · August 2005

man, i love leadbelly.

he did some great songs

"you must have that pure religion , Halleloo,

"green corn"
think my favourite is "green goose"

i heard Rock Island Line by him years before I heard Johnny Cash do it, and I still think Ledbelly rules it!!!!1

sultryevening · August 2005

Being Enlightened wrote:

That's awesome! Wow! Man, your gonna have some deep sea diving fun, I suppose. You taking a vacation anywhere that you can use your new found skills?

i just got back from Dubai where i did my course.
done two sea dives in the Indian Ocean since I passed- honestly the most amazing sights ive seen- for a man who gets panicked in the ocean- its so peaceful down there!
bliss!

Ms. Haiku · September 2005

Unplanned, their clothes match in academic brown.
Standing, they stare at the bunched up sheets
scoping for liner notes. They read the space
in between them like test directions.

He sits on the bed and begins to remove his shoes.
He places them next to textbooks he didn't buy.
His fingers like feelers outline a circle around him
little by little renaming this bed temporarily his.

She walks to the window through the incense,
past the cigarette ash, and inhales the fading plume of Autumn inspiration.
It is leaving in backpacks zippered shut,
and locked in car trunks for just a few hours.

ISN · September 2005

honestly bibliobella....I don't wanna flatter you, but I didn't like this.....it didn't click with me......:( I can't ever imagine bob singing it......I'm listening to subterranean homesick blues right now......and I didn't get any rhythm from your piece......nothing.....I'm only being honest

.....flat.....nada......nothing.....) bob's best friend was rhythm....but this one doesn't have any......I'm only being honest.....cos I like you......

Ms. Haiku · September 2005

ISN wrote:

honestly bibliobella....I don't wanna flatter you, but I didn't like this.....it didn't click with me......:( I can't ever imagine bob singing it......I'm listening to subterranean homesick blues right now......and I didn't get any rhythm from your piece......nothing.....I'm only being honest .....flat.....nada......nothing.....) bob's best friend was rhythm....but this one doesn't have any......I'm only being honest.....cos I like you......

No problem, sounds good. So, I have to write a song like him, not just be inspired by him? I've never written a song. I could try to write a poem more like his words . . .I just bought my first album of his, and I like it. I used to own books of his words, but not anymore. Ok, so the assignment is to write like him, what he would write . . . ok.

ISN · September 2005

yep.....that's it......because this is a nice poem....although I switched off after realising.....but for this challenge you have to scream like bob......seeeeeeem like bob....etc...your poem doesn't fit right now, although I respect you as a poet.......this is not Dylanesque.....listen to him a bit more.....he's amazing....a real guru.....a real God of Poetry....and Master of Music......thanks......I jus wanted to be honest cos I'm having an honesty drive tonight.......:)

Ms. Haiku · September 2005

ISN wrote:

yep.....that's it......because this is a nice poem....although I switched off after realising.....but for this challenge you have to scream like bob......seeeeeeem like bob....etc...your poem doesn't fit right now, although I respect you as a poet.......this is not Dylanesque.....listen to him a bit more.....he's amazing....a real guru.....a real God of Poetry....and Master of Music......thanks......I jus wanted to be honest cos I'm having an honesty drive tonight.......:)

Just call me Bobbybella or Bibliobob or Dylla . . . I'm making myself laugh, silly me.

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