THE SLEEPY POET
Freelance writing services specializing in poetry and short fiction, as well as ghostwriting.
Poetry
Ode to Bob Dylan
by John Hansen © 2015
Born as Robert Zimmerman
Bob Dylan better known,
His talent as a songwriter
Has around the world renown.
An American folk-singer,
Woody Guthrie inspired.
Protestor, artist, activist,
‘Beat’ Generation admired.
Inscrutable and unpredictable
Allusive poetic words.
Literary masterpieces,
Hit songs for The Byrds.
Songs like Chimes of Freedom,
All I Really Want to Do,
Mr Tambourine Man,
It’s All Over Now Baby Blue.
Music that has meaning,
Songs for the common man,
That fight against injustice,
And for freedom take a stand.
Allen Ginsberg’s howling,
And Kerouac’s on the road.
Woody Guthrie why, oh why,
On Desolation Row.
Contemporaries respect him,
The lesser come and go,
But Dylan’s music never dies,
I forgot more than you’ll ever know.
To read more of John's (Jodah's) poetry please check out: http://jodah.hubpages.com/
This is my second published hub of poetry and it's theme is aimed at the child in us all. Most of the poetry in here is light hearted and whimsical, or hopefully has an underlying message of hope or good will.
by John Hansen © 2014
She played by the rusty old rickety gate
In the falling down wood picket fence,
Whenever she went to Grandma's house.
To her family it didn't make sense.
......"
Butterfly
by John Hansen (c) 2012
Butterfly upon a flower
Many realize not your power.
See your beauty and your grace
Watch you fly from place to place.
Without knowing what you are
Children place you in a jar.
Without you, no flowers we'd see
Pollination could not be.
NEW BY
John Hansen
by John Hansen © 2014
If I could write a love poem
I’d write it just for you.
I’d pull the stars down from the sky
And stick them in with glue.
I’d climb the Himalayas,
Scale Everest’s highest peak.
I’d sail across the oceans
For the treasures that I seek.
If I could write a love poem
I’d rip pieces from my heart
And place them in your open palms
To ensure we never part.
I’d go to war-torn countries
To learn about despair,
So my words would have feelings
That only I could share.
If I could write a love poem
I’d toss pepper in my eyes,
So you could feel my love for you
In every tear I cry.
I’d swim the raging river,
Though the river is too wide.
Like Running Bear to White Dove,
Just to be right by your side.
If I could write a love poem
You’d never put it down,
Because it means that you’re my Queen
And the words would be your crown.
