"wilbury" poems
Skipping class, ****** off his ***
Never showed and never passed
Teacher was teachin' it
But Dylan never needed it,
Writ to his own beat
And now he's free wheelin' it
On down the road
A heavy moss laden load
Sixty-one routes
And that stone keeps a-rollin',
The times keep a-changin'
The river keeps flowin'
Rainy day women
And legalized growin'
Bob cantcha spare,
A nickle or rhyme?
A solid gold medal,
Nobel poet sublime?
Sing us a song
Jingle jangle along
The Luckiest Wilbury
In the Wilbury throng
Singin' so right
It must be wrong
Keep doin' your thang
You'll never get gonged
May 22, 2021
May 22, 2021 at 11:34 PM UTC
Hello old friend
peeking over dark horizons
& exposing those
ancient hiding places
My spirit rises with you
restless,
like the tide
I am homeless in my mind,
as safe sanity
slips
into your grip of
lunar lunacy
heralded in
by howling dogs
& ambulances
into the night
I love you over the ocean,
shimmering;
the white light
bed-spreading over me,
warming me &
my Cancerian mood
You will never be a blue moon to me,
sometimes
red, yellow, silver lined and occasionally,
eclipsing shades of black but
never blue
So big & bright
so full in the night
it's only a matter of time before
you're " Coca-Cola-ing"
across the sky
" Enjoy "
your space while you can
old friend, because
as old " Lucky Wilbury " once said
" these times,
they are a changing "
LPConvey
Mar 9, 2016
Mar 9, 2016 at 7:35 PM UTC