Best Nashville Poems
Downtown Nashville is a place I’d love to call my home,
With fine country singers dancing on the Grand Ole Opry-
With Dolly Parton and Kenny Rogers singing on the stage,
Sitting in the front row would be no one else but me!
The Country Music Hall of Fame full of platinum records,
In nineteen-eighty the awesome Johnny Cash was inducted-
The Judds and Hank Williams a part of history in the making,
Oh, what an amazing atmosphere Nashville has conducted.
Famous pulled pork dinners with enough sides for a hundred,
A full plate of Apple Crisp from downtown “Ravie’s Diner”,
Walking the streets with such ease with no worries of safety,
Right now, I live near Detroit and I’ve become quite the whiner.
Nashville carries a special place in my longing heart,
See, at Temple Church is where I found the Lord as my Savior-
The preacher was pouring wisdom as I sat in tears,
That precious hot day in July I shall always savor.
The biggest reason I’d love it there, it’s where my sister lives,
My number one best friend would live right next door-
My dogs would run free all day without worrying of strangers,
Because living in the open country you need a fence no more.
Downtown Nashville is a place I’d love to call my home-
With cherished music and my sister, I’d never again be alone.
November 8, 2016
I left my hometown and didn't much look back,
headed southward bound in my Cowboy Cadillac,
arrived at this store to grab me some snacks,
Yea, they're right about this town, of how it really attracks,
Yea, here in the town called Nashville, where the Grand Ole Opry's on TV,
They say it's the real deal, where upcoming singers need to be,
but I don't do much singing, 'cause the hound dogs howl at me,
though I sure hope it's worth bringing, my songs, for some to see,
I've got them on the internet, downloading them is free,
I haven't had any right connections yet, but I'm hoping patiently,
gonna find me country singer, try to pitch them a dog gone hit,
like pitching a horseshoe ringer, you know you just can't quit,
Yea, here in the town of Nashville, where the Grand Ole Opry's on TV,
they say it's the real deal, where even writers need to be,
no, I don't do much singing, 'cause the hound dogs howl at me,
but I sure hope it's well worth bringing, my songs, for some to see,
Yea, here in the town of Nashville, where the Grand Ole Opry's on TV,
they say it's the real deal, where upcoming singers hope patiently,
Got some songs to pitch the singers, like me, they just can't quit,
like making a horseshoe ringer, knowing one of them could hit,
I've got them at Poetry Soup, where printing them is free,
log on in, enjoy the view, it's finger friendly as can be,
become a welcomed member, without any sort of fee,
no matter what's your gender, or your nationality,
Yea, here in the town of Nashville, where the Grand Ole Opry's on TV,
they say it's the real deal, where upcoming singers need to be,
Gonna find me a country singer, try to pitch them a dog gone hit,
like throwing a horseshoe ringer, knowing you just can't quit,
Yea, I left my hometown and didn't much look back,
headed southward bound in my Cowboy Cadillac,
arrived at this store to grab me some snacks,
Yea, they're right about this town, of how it really attracks.
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
She sat, caressing her tiny gold cross.
Then, a swift bullet, and into heaven,
With Angel’s wings, she had crossed.
Her Easter Bunny, does not know yet,
That she won’t hold him again, so he
Sleeps in peace and does not fret.
Her precious dolls, sit in her buggy.
Totally unaware, they will never be hugged.
This sad afternoon, by their little mommy.
Her parents’ hearts torn to shreds.
They embrace and weep, oh,my God!
Our sweetest angel, lost, forever dead.
Then her Kitty, whom she named, Jello.
Leaps on their laps, purring and soft.
Even his warmth, cannot make them mellow.
Easter with the Lord, her very first one!
And people ready to care for her.
Au Revoir, your sparkling wings,in the sun!
3/29/2023
Head or tails is that your good side or the bad
shiny, worn, new, old, smart, stupid societal
cash register?
We all get piled up.
Your denomination tells your class: two cents or fifty
indentations of personality ealge, flag, ego or in
God do you trust?
Fold a twenty the right way
Now do you believe in hell?
No. I know your type: the fake quarter the boy
scored, poor and bored at the railroad tracks
bashed, smashed, beaten, used.
We all get piled up.
God only collects the shiny coins.
She's here even if you can not see her,
She's here even if you can not hear it.
She makes herself known with a crazy purr,
Mia is here, and she will never quit.
Jack watches us from a pleasant distance,
And he charges up to demand our love.
Letting us go is a nonexistence,
For he hovers around us like a dove.
Zinnia attacks Mia like she's prey,
But she kicks and grooms her with a meow.
They both run and roll around as they play,
She's the crazy cat and she's sure to wow.
Mason is the oldest of the four cats,
And he's fluffy like the craziest hats.
there's a place to go
the lights are much brighter there
if you're that crazy
you can blow up an RV
and let the whole world stare
The check-out clerk stamped my date due
Into every book,
And said ”Already, one month through”
With a wistful look.
“Another year has got away
Just like the other years”:
A trite, profound, chance thing to say;
Winter disappears.
Scots-Irish borderers, devout, austere—
With Anglo-Saxons—made their rugged route
West from Watauga, in the chilliest year
Marked in history. Five hundred miles out
Across Kentucky , down to “Tanase”
They trekked with horses, cattle, sheep.
James Robertson led forth this odyssey
That halted opposite where bluffs of steep
And craggy cedar-guarded limestone, rose
Above the Cumberland…a river iced and white,
That Christmas Day when ever rivers froze.
And when the cliff-side landmark loomed in sight
The cavalcade traversed the water’s frigid span.
Then, in their lean-to’s. praised the Son of Man.
The day you left
My fall didn't take long
I still blame you
For all that went wrong
And as I occupy
This sofa of crumbs
l've crowned myself
The king of bums
Because with you gone
Nashville forgot about me
I walk these streets
Looking for pizza and beer
But so much is gone
And the only thing here
Is a hipster with hotsauce
In his beard
From a designer chicken
That some investor reared
Because with you gone
Nashville forgot about me
I walk past drunks on bicycles
Painting the town
And past faux modern condos
That would make Johnny frown
And these sanitized bars
Where tourist go to drink
Would make George
Sober up and think
Because with you gone
Nashville forgot about me
I guess we were the past
Two outlaws in crime
We stole each others hearts
And past loves prime
But I never thought you'd go
And leave me here alone
Slowly wasting away
Like designer chicken pulled from the bone
Because with you gone
Nashville forgot about me
The monstrous spires uprise
But never touch the skies,
Vain, earth-foundationed monuments
To Life’s impermanence.
Expensive markers war with Time
Where lichen mosses climb
And cover up each hand-carved word
That tells of those interred.
It’s Thursday evening, almost nine
foot-tap, fiddle, and banjo time
with juke-box tales of love’s romance
the county jail, a second chance
for bourbon belles or backroad trucks
mail-box motels, living on luck
from one horse towns to city bars
acoustic sounds that drive guitars
harmonicas with prairie dust
Americana, steel mill rust
cornbread kitchen, joy, and sorrow
songs that long for bright tomorrows
it’s Nashville on my radio
Bob Harris and his Country Show!
My girl and I we headed down to Nashville.
With a box of songs and all my childhood dreams.
We knocked on a lot of doors that didn't answer.
They didn't want my songs or so it seems.
So I took a job at the local tourist center.
Just to earn enough to feed my girl and me.
Last night she got tired of disappointment,
She left me all alone in Tennessee.
At work they asked if I would write a slogan,
to make people want to come to Tennessee?
I wrote it in the hope that you might hear it.
Maybe you'd come running back to me.
Chorus:
Tennessee you in Nashville
Tennessee you one more time?
Tennessee you in Nashville?
In Nashville Tennessee you once again?
Now everywhere I go I see my slogan.
On Tee shirts at the local five and dime.
I've even seen it written on a billboard,
And I wish that you'd come back here one more time.
Well the people came from far and wide to Nashville.
To the beautiful state of Tennessee.
I search faces in the crowd to find you darling,
And I pray someday that you'll come back to me.
Chorus:
Tennessee you in Nashville"
Tennessee you one more time?
Tennessee you in Nashville?
In Nashville Tennessee you once again?
Well I always knew I'd be a star in Nashville,
and you can say I knew him way back when,
he took a job at the local tourist center,
And those words will keep coming back again.
Chorus:
Tennessee you in Nashville
Tennessee you one more time?
Tennessee you in Nashville?
In Nashville Tennessee you once again?
A chorus sings .....
Tennessee you in Nashville......
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In Nashville, every bar is filled
With music and with booze.
The patrons fill the tip jars
Of whichever bands they choose.
The past four days we joined them,
Hearing songs and drinking beer,
But now we’re back at home
In our familiar atmosphere.
So tonight on Nashville’s Broadway,
As the fans prolong their sips,
Singers strum guitars and bang on drums
While others give them tips.
A Nashville No No
weapons strategy
turned into a travesty
then a tragedy
from window would shoot
she was a cake full of fruit
never gave a hoot
heard that she fasted
way into school had blasted
for a while lasted
will do a favor
after her poor behavior
send to see savior
when we read a book
were several shoots which she took
up whole world she shook
after she awoke
door windows shot out and broke
in blood still bodies soak
after the blood would spurt
was seen on their blouse and shirt
did treat them like dirt
employees were at work
when she had become berserk
dead bodies twitch and jerk
had sent us reeling
would gave a frantic feeling
our heads had hit ceiling
after they did die
no matter how hard we try
will never know why
now that she is gone
our pillow will pray upon
God give us nice new dawn
brain was not intact
she became a maniac
from list name should subtract