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I had been in town about a month or so
And I was thinking ‘bout settling down
After fifty years of always on the go
This was as good as any place that I had found
I’ve had a lifetime full of one night stands
And dates I bought working on the street
The longest relationship I have ever been in
Would be with the next girl that I meet
I met this widowed lady
She seemed to be real nice
After years of grieving her long lost husband
She was ready to end her lonely nights
Then her twenty-five year old daughter
Came to my room that day
She said, “I’d really appreciate it Mister
If you’d listen to what I have to say”
She said, “I think my Momma loves you
And I think I can see why
But I think you’re nothing but trouble
And I don’t want to see my Momma cry
“So, I’d like to make you an offer
To keep you out of my Momma’s bed
If you promise to be on your way again
I’ll offer you me instead”
I’d like to say that I grew a conscience
I’d like to say I found my mortal soul
But to a fifty year old withered man
Her body was like a big pot of gold
We made love in the early evening
We made love again at midnight
We made love when the morning sunshine
Provided the first rays of light
We made love again in the afternoon
We stayed in bed all day
But at the end of twenty-four hours
Again I was on my way
So, I might be headed to your home town
I might be looking to settle down
I might be hoping that the next place I find
Is as good as any place that I have found
A Poem Inspired By A Song - Old Or New Poetry Contest-Sponsored by: Joseph May
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music...music...music
makes you forget
all your blues...
your shame...your pain.
calms all the chaos within
as you drift away to your happy place
of cloudless skies on a warm sunny day
filled with all your hopes and dreams.
let the song-
sing and cure-
as it sends upon it excitement of new dreams-
of happiness...of joy...of bliss.
joy...joy...joy...
let the church bells ring
fly me all the way up to heaven
to hear Gabriel play his harp.
to hear the angels sing
their sweet lullaby tune
as the piper plays tenderly...soulful
tugging at the strings of the heart.
can you hear the singers lament song-
that rides upon a pulsating wave-
a place of ebb and flow-
a place where dreams are made.
let the deep emotions explode
as your senses fill with
all the colours of the rainbow
with it`s true hypnotizing allure.
it`s like that feeling of falling in love
when two becomes one
bonding to your heart
bonding to your soul.
it takes you on a journey
back...to that special place
back...to that special time
back into the annuals of your history.
the song might be strong...full of might
or- the song might be soft, filled with delight
but always it will leave you with those
tingles that travel up and down your spine.
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poem not about one song but inspired by music in general.
I once was your Armageddon, your mystic legend
Times we argued, realized it was foolish and grinned
Times we laughed, time is a luxury we do not have
Let us old hands old man
The lady beside you, she sang a beautiful tune
The things we don’t want to lose
The loved ones we hate, similar to the above sons mate
The people we want to please
Those we set a perfect yet fragile image
Only to be later ceased
Precious moments we so desperately want to keep
Shh! You speak as though you’re never coming back
But I will not return, best wishes, Ur angel of sadness
I’m a survivor
I work miracles, I was yours
I was everything and nothing anyone would care for
I am still your Armageddon, your mystic legend
My objectives to make you laugh, smile, and mourn
Your rapture, warriors of eternity, a child lost and torn
Mission suffered massive failure
Let us hold hands this final hour
For your misery is ours
You can say you loved him
You can say you placed no other above him
Despite how it sounds
The individual will everyone around him
Is the loneliest person around
In memory of those whom titled him “Angel of Sadness”
unable to wither away
and crawl under bedrock
wanting to clam up
turn off all the lights
you the grieving father
in unfathomable anguish
the tragedy shakes the world
leaving it breathless
connecting each one of us
through your heartache
compelled to share the burden
immeasurable in its wake
the world not done with
the grieving and mourning
wanting more from you
more than you thought you had left
then unplugged you let us have it
the fruit of pain and suffering
crying collective tears from within
partaking in agony that is yours
poignant in the haunting
of unimaginable despair
moving us all with a ballad meant
to help in our collective process of healing
Read on air by invitation ~ May 17, 2020 'LATE NIGHT POETS'
AP: Honorable Mention 2026, Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted November 15, 2025 for contest A POEM INSPIRED BY A SONG - OLD OR NEW sponsored by JOSEPH MAY - RANKED 2ND
Army service done, I was heading home
My Ma and friends I'd missed and Tige my dog
Served my three years never again I'd roam
I got off the bus, there was a dense fog.
And lying there was Tige my canine friend
Tige led the way, I started to follow
Strange way he went turning left at the bend
A dam was being built, I did not know.
I reached home, Ma was rocking in her chair
Said she'd wrote me about how Tige had died
Her words shocked me all I could do was stare
But I'd just seen him, Ma wouldn't have lied.
Safe route had gone but Tige had led the way
She said Tige had died three years to the day
Written on 26 September 2018.
Inspired by 'Gentleman ' Jim Reeves classic song 'Old Tige'
AFTER CUMMINGS POEMS
These are poems I wrote after the poems of e. e. cummings...
teacher
by michael r. burch, age 16-17
teacher, take a look at my life,
for it has just begun
and u think that i am “misinformed”
merely because i'm young;
but the truth is often hidden
(what lies lurk behind ur eyes?)
and maybe Puff can tell u
where the Dragon flies.
teacher, take a look at my life:
urs is a dull-edged knife
(the white-hot blade long blunted).
now ur as cold as ice.
still, when u come to class,
act like u know it all,
for if u show insecurity,
surely wee will folderol.
I wrote "teacher" in either 10th or 11th grade after hearing the song "Old Man" by Neil Young. "Wee" is a pun, not a typo.
don’t forget
by michael r. burch
for Beth
don’t forget to remember
that Space is curved
(like your Heart)
and that even Light is bent
by your Gravity.
The opening lines of my poem were inspired by a famous love poem by e. e. cummings.
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Championing goodness with humble pace
Kindness' power works midst haughtiness-race
Highlighting love while defying deceit
Showing sweet virtues of serene displays.
Transforming lives from frustrations' defeat
Genuine kindness does melt bitterness-heat
Joyously caring, sharing, reaching-out
Sharing wonders of miraculous treat.
Determined to win over selfish bout
Kindness' courage conquers doubt-causing pout
To vanquish with prayer afflicting pain
Extricating woes from arrogance-clout.
Seeking forgiveness for soul’s guilty stain
Earnest kindness heals well those with heart-strain
Offering assistance from trial's test
Ready in distributing blessings’ gain.
That's kindness* toward helpfulness-quest
Propelling others with compassion's zest
Modelling divine nature by God's grace
Being grateful while surmounting pride's pest.
*Jeremiah 31:3 The LORD hath appeared of old unto me, [saying], Yea, I have loved thee with an everlasting love: therefore with lovingkindness have I drawn thee.
October 7, 2025
"Kindness" by Steven Curtis Chapman
2nd place, "A Poem Inspired By A Song - Old or New" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May; judged on 11/23/2025