In ohio hills
echoes of country music
beautiful sunset
Strawberry blond curls bouncing as she dances
Quickly stealing hearts country music romances
Universal love for music maroon mood enhances
A little tip of his hat he winks a tall strapping lad
Red flannel shirt blue jeans work charming fad
Emerald eyes full of delight the barn is a glow
Denim jackets boots matching as we Do-Si-do
Amber moon hangs this June like pearl earring
New music swells cowboy yells playing tambourine
Come one come all let’s dance till fall a happy hour
Energetic night a bluegrass night blooms like flower
D.J.'s Café was full of laughter and people after the game
most wore our school colors of red and white
there were two purple and gold shirts
the waitress seated them in a small table next to swinging doors
we were all talking and laughing,
there was much bragging
our kids had decimated the other team
we might win the state championship
one of the purple and gold shirts got up.
Walked to the juke box and began playing jazz music
we are not a jazz-loving bunch
in this town it is country or nothing at all
a few of us turned to glare at the interloper
we wanted him to know our disgust
Old Charlie Smith did us one better.
He took out his gun and shot the juke box
The purple and golds left in good order.
There was clapping as they left
If we are one thing in this town,
it is bad sports.
COUNTRY honky-tonk happening
(Entered in Line Gauthier Contest, BiteSize Contest No 103, Deadline April 2025)
six string honesty,
three chords of country guitar,
this microphone's hers.
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 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
7 Lines, 6 Syllables Per Line
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
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
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
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
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!
Just kiss me in the mourning and make it go away make the pain go away from
mye heart.
When eye was much younger my life was agony kiss the pain away from mye
heart.
Now that eye am older this blind man can still see kiss the pain away from mye
heart.
Let other people suffer but let me love ewe deer kiss the pain away from mye
heart.
A lifetime is for living and living is for love make the pain go away from mye heart.
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