Best Country Music Poems
Chants echoing home bliss
Celestial songs of heart
Commending folks’ good times
Clear through guitar rhythm
Celebrating triumph
Clarion for me to hum:
“Cordillera*, you're God**-blest.”
*My home region in our country
**Psalm 47:5 God is gone up with a shout, The Lord with the sound of a trumpet.
October 19, 2020
Originally posted as verse
Country Music is just good ole American soul
from the rhythm of the guitars
to the screaming strings of the fiddle and the beat of the drums
to the words that are written and sung
by the men and women who have lived the life
singing about life, love, divorce, guns, and God above
words that have meaning, emotion and devotion that tell a story
about the American way of life and glory
that you identify with because it’s real
letting you know how we all feel
it’s your life’s story as well that you identify with
songs that bring the tears, sadness, joys and smiles from ear to ear
as you tap your toes, snap your fingers, and slap your knee
and dance the two step until quarter to three
songs that set you free or bringing back an ole memory
country music is all about the loving, the good, the bad and the ugly
were all proud to be Americans because it is our life were singing about
country music is the salt of the earth, mixed in with 100 other spices
country music is good for the heart, the mind the soul it has its roots
from the beginning of American history
even George Washington was overheard singing country songs
country music helps the whiskey the moonshine, and beer to go
down a whole lot smoother
country music is in the air where the blue grass grows, the lazy river flows
to where the yellow flowers on the mountain grows
God bless the men and women who sing and write the country music songs
it’s just good ole American soul music
I Grew Up on Country Music
When Rock and Roll was king
My friends all liked the Beatles
But, that was not my thing
I liked to hear the fiddle
To hear the joy burst from the strings
I Grew Up on Country Music
When Rock and Roll was king
I remember me and Grandad
Listening to the radio
We would listen to the Opry
While my friends went to the show
Johnny Cash, The Gatlins,
Grandpa Jones, and Old Hank Snow
I was raised on country music
I just wanted you to know
I loved the feeling I would get
when I heard a country tune
Singing about trucks and girls
And a golden Tennessee Moon
Charlie Daniels, Jimmy Dean
The Judds, and Roger Miller
Willie, Waylon, Tom T. Hall
and Jerry Lee...the Killer
I Grew Up on Country Music
When Rock and Roll was king
My friends all liked the Beatles
But, that was not my thing
I liked to hear the fiddle
To hear the joy burst from the strings
I Grew Up on Country Music
When Rock and Roll was king
Country lost it's western
and Rock it lost it's roll
But, still old country music
Those tunes just made me whole
I learned all of the lyrics
And I love to hear them sing
I grew up on Country Music
When Rock and Roll was King
I Grew Up on Country Music
When Rock and Roll was king
My friends all liked the Beatles
But, that was not my thing
I liked to hear the fiddle
To hear the joy burst from the strings
I Grew Up on Country Music
When Rock and Roll was king
It's rare that most would call me a hot head
I am usually the coolest cucumber instead
I have no tells, so their heads don't swell
and I don't get entangled to soon
But there is this tall lanky guy you see
who plays a mean bluegrass guitar so sweet!
and he's turned me on my head
my tongue lolling out the side, I feel a big oh wet appetite
Its going to be corn dogs yeah baby and ice cream cones
I have to whip up these muscles and work on my tone
He gonna have expectations of meee
and I intend to make him sing oh yeah oh how deee
I do drive like a race car driver I confess
and mr ex officer may have to give me a new test
until he gets over that
I will have a bit of time to press
But never before would anyone claim I swear
that I was a hot headed daredevil minx
its this tall lanky boy and his talk of being my toy
and I don't ever want it to jinx
It's going to be corn dogs yeah baby and ice cream cones
I have to whip up these muscles and work on my tone
He gonna have expectations of meee
and I intend to make him sing hot diggity!
I wonder how he likes his ice cubes. jagged or smooth
and how stiff he likes his drinks
on the rocks or straight shot no lube
And I just await tying him down so we can just work out the kinks
It's going to be corn dogs yeah baby and ice cream cones
I have to whip up these muscles and work on my tone
He gonna have expectations of meee
and a month of head bobbin review with a view
- Corn Dogs and Ice Cream Cones for Brian - Artimus (C) Susan Manley 4/22/24 1:51AM
COUNTRY MUSIC
I was ravaged today
by
three consecutive country songs
on the radio while driving
each moaning the lyrics
". . daddy's pickup truck"
and "the Georgia mud"
while whining that
"she was leavin' me!".
God what woman
would not leave if that was
all she ever heard from him
or ANYONE ELSE!
I reckon he lost
because
the fourth song I heard
had ". . . drink a beer!"
ending each and every line!
Is there no shame of style
anymore?
Even David Allen Coe trashed
better, with "The Perfect
Country and Western Song".
At least the drunken pickup
driver was meeting his jailbird
mama, not daddy, in the rain
and crashed his own pickup
into the train!
Oh Waylon, Kris, Willie, Tom Paul
Chet, Loretta, Bill, Lester, Roy
and all you others un-named
legends! what have you
let happen?
Where are the lonesome, snow white
doves, the mule train sorrows,
the wildwood flowers, the Tennessee waltzes,
the shotgun willies of songs gone by?
Why was I ravaged today
by
The flashing neon sign ghosts
of disturbed country music, and not
pleasured by delicate originality?
Are we no longer able to compose,
play in a twitterless world
of art, creativity and valued songs?
Alas we have lost I want
to scream
Turn off the radio, the IPOD,
close the door
I will spin my LP's once more,
crash my pickup into daddy's garage
and listen to Les Paul and Mary Ford,
. . . end my culture,
. . . "drink a beer!".
A country music fan is not
A title I would claim
And yet today I visited
Its well-known Hall of Fame.
For here I am in Nashville,
In the south and far from home,
But I believe in following
That adage, "When in Rome..."
Surprisingly, I much enjoyed
The various displays.
The folks that made it happen sure
Deserve a lot of praise.
Though lots of boots, guitars and hats
Belonged to I don't know,
Still, I loved this fine museum
And think everyone should go!
WAYLON, WILLIE, MINNIE, LORETTA, AND --KEITH RICHARDS???
(AIN'T NO COUNTRY MUSIC ANYMORE)
There ain't no country music in this town.
Cain't go out drinkin whisky all night long.
can't find no decent juke box anywhere around.
There ain't no country music in this town.
I heard Keith Richards singing Willie's song.
That's why country's gone so goddam wrong.
I don't hear nobody wailin' anywhere in town.
There ain't no country music in this town.
There ain't no country music I can sing.
There ain't no country gitars like there been.
It's more like country jammin slammin on the bar.
There ain't no country music in this town.
There ain't no ladies left like Minnie Pearl
Theire aint much hope without 'em for this world
don't hear Loretta singing, anywhere around
Theire ain't no country music in this town.
There ain't no country music anymore.
I had enough of country rock and roll.
There ain't no fiddles playin down on Music Row.
There ain't no country music in this town.
© Vee Bdosa the doylestown poet
aka Ron Wilson
I know that The violence and hate in this world is real and we shouldn't have to feel afraid when we go
to hear the stumming of a gutiar at a concert, or the southern twain of our favorit country music star, or jamming to it in our ol' car driving down the highway, or where ever we go or where ever we are, now we will have a sting, inside, remembering the scar of hate,---
But its not to late to celabrate-
Core:
Cause this hate will be washed away, washed away
in prayer, and forgiveness setting us free -free -free
For love wins, love wins, love wins
again and again
and people will come together to sing
to worship the King of Love the God above who art in Heaven, and in our hearts
Oh I'm just a traveler passing through this world,
a wild country girl/ country boy
Who loves hearing the stumming of a gutiar,
blarring the music in our ol' car,
Singing off key to all my favorite songs,
or sometimes humming along
Core:Cause this hate will be washed away, washed away
in prayer, and forgiveness setting us free -free -free
For love wins, love wins, love wins
again and again
and people will come together to sing
to worship the King of Love the God above who art in Heaven, and in our hearts
The violence and hate in this world wont last
for hate will fade away, and love will grow so big so wide so vast so deep you will sink in the joy it gives knowing we dont have to give in to fear
i' m stepping on
the gas
i'm leaving the past
never see my
ex again
if the sun sets
and i haven't let
yet
i gonna burn
this whole
i said
gonna burn
this whole
town down
i said if
i stay
my heart
will never
see the light of day
so i'm gone
gonna get
in my truck
i'm said
gone
gone
gone
there gonna be miles
to drive
to get him/her
out my mind
because baby
i'm so gone
The city makes my heart beat change
To a speed I can't endure
I start to sweat and I can't breathe
To me there only is one cure
I have to leave the city life
Leave the commotion far behind
I've got to hit the country
For that is where I'll find
I have got a hillbilly heart
It's beats in banjo time
I have got a hillbilly heart
Out here, I feel just fine
City roads, and shopping malls
Get me riled and confused
I go home feeling dirty
I go home feeling used
I've got to get away from here
Or I will lose my mind
I've got to hit the country
For that is where I'll find
I have got a hillbilly heart
It's beats in banjo time
I have got a hillbilly heart
Out here, I feel just fine
I have got a hillbilly heart
It's here that I belong
I have got a hillbilly heart
And it sings a bluegrass song
I have got a hillbilly heart
And it sings a bluegrass song
Indestructible, for Johnny Cash
by Michael R. Burch
What is a mountain, but stone?
Or a spire, but a trinket of steel?
Johnny Cash is gone,
black from his hair to his bootheels.
Can a man out-endure mountains’ stone
if his songs lift us closer to heaven?
Can the steel in his voice vibrate on
till his words are our manna and leaven?
Then sing, all you mountains of stone,
with the rasp of his voice, and the gravel.
Let the twang of thumbed steel lead us home
through these weary dark ways all men travel.
For what is a mountain, but stone?
Or a spire, but a trinket of steel?
Johnny Cash lives on—
black from his hair to his bootheels.
Originally published by Strong Verse
By the big red barn with the corn comin’ up,
By the big red barn with the corn comin’ up,
I’ll be smilin’ like an actor
As I climb down off the tractor
By the big red barn with the corn comin’ up.
Gonna greet my gal with a kiss and a hug,
Gonna greet my gal with a kiss and a hug,
Feels like harvest time inside me
With my honey close beside me.
Gonna greet my gal with a kiss and a hug.
Coolin’ fresh baked pie on a wide window sill,
Coolin’ fresh baked pie on a wide window sill,
When your mama isn’t lookin’
We can taste each other’s cookin’.
Coolin’ fresh baked pie on a wide window sill.
Strollin’ lazy slow in the shade of the lane,
Strollin’ lazy slow in the shade of the lane,
At the covered bridge I reckon
We’ll be pitchin’ woo and neckin’.
Strollin’ lazy slow in the shade of the lane.
In the shallow end of the ol’ swimmin’ hole,
In the shallow end of the ol’ swimmin’ hole,
We’ll be busy takin’ chances
With our clothes hung on the branches,
In the shallow end of the ol’ swimmin’ hole.
Watchin’ moonlight offer its gift to the world,
Watchin’ moonlight offer its gift to the world,
Lyin’ cozy with my lover
As we cater to each other.
Watchin’ moonlight offer its gift to the world.
COUNTRY honky-tonk happening
Lyric
Some Things I Can’t Undo
Verse I
You offered understand’n without rancor
My partner, love & anchor
Put’n me first when I’d assume
you liked my tacky boots & cheap perfume
You’d say you loved it when you didn’t
as long as it was me in ‘em & wasn’t kidd’n
Sometimes it hurts think’n back in time
the awful words blurted & out of line
Chorus
Some things I can’t undo
like the achin’& weep’n when I think of you
Sometimes it ain’t possible to erase choices made
Crushed when I’m feeling numb cuz they never fade
Refrain
I was the torch you held high
knowing love’s flame could die
Knowing it would die
Regrets aren’t irreversible, I live with my mistake
God help me cope for as long as it may take
Verse II
Romantic all-night fireside talks
White Zinfandel & alabaster waves breaking on the rocks
Simple times & places we marked
On love’s quest we then embarked
Realizing life ain’t lilacs & roses
I can’t undo the ache that lost love imposes
That bright smile stopped being tender
Carryn’ a brokenhearted Strato-Fender
It carried all memories of what we started
of what ended & how we departed
It makes me wonder ‘bout all of it now
Why we get by what we’ve done, when & how
You said once “Think ‘bout what you want & not
what you think you should do
you can’t unthink something if it’s untrue”
I’m sorry but some things I just can’t undo
Chorus
Some things I can’t undo
like the achin’& weep’n when I think of you
Sometimes it ain’t possible to erase choices made
Crushed when I’m feeling numb cuz they never fade
Refrain
I was the torch you held high
Knowing love’s flame could dim & die
Knowing it would die
Regrets aren’t irreversible, I live with my mistakes
God help me cope for as long as it takes
Country music brings me
Comfort when I'm weary
Cheer when I'm unhappy-
Chanted by Hank Williams
Conveyed by Johnny Cash-
Converts a frown to smile-
Changing my perspective.
October 15, 2020
Contest: Pleiades 2
Sponsor: Joseph May
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