07-14-2022, 05:31 AM
Honky tonk heroes
knocking back pitchers of beer
bulging belt buckles.
There are many things that bulge. Not sure if it's the buckle.
Geared up in the parking lot
hot blooded rods burn rubber.
Inside on the floor
Inside on the floor? That sounds like excessive information.
dancers fall in line in step
wobbling drinks in hand
their line bends and nearly falls
as the band goes double-time.
I appreciate the long, unpunctuated sentence.
There's really nothing to complain about. But the critic is obligated. The career of the critic depends upon your improprieties.
Unless the critic also has own poetry to fall back on.
Couples saunter up
when slow songs simmer 'em down-
We know what them is. Unless you find ' aesthetically applicable/aurical.
"that's the way love goes"
I remember being taken to Carolina Country club when my uncle was the houseband in the late '80s.
Cheeks digging into shoulders
new-found lovers locking lips
sweat and grinding hips
under where steamy desire
melts her cheating heart.
Be more subtle with the lyrics, man. It's not like this is the For Fun forum.
Pedal steel to the metal
high lonesome harmonies ring
chugging bass line throbs
thumping kick drum drives the beat
fiddle fingers fly
Mississippi saxophone
pumping out deep throaty moans.
Ladies sing along
”help me make it through the night”
falling for last call.
She stopped loving him today
found another song to play.
There is no song to play after he stopped loving her today. She? Yeah, I buy that a drink.
knocking back pitchers of beer
bulging belt buckles.
There are many things that bulge. Not sure if it's the buckle.
Geared up in the parking lot
hot blooded rods burn rubber.
Inside on the floor
Inside on the floor? That sounds like excessive information.
dancers fall in line in step
wobbling drinks in hand
their line bends and nearly falls
as the band goes double-time.
I appreciate the long, unpunctuated sentence.
There's really nothing to complain about. But the critic is obligated. The career of the critic depends upon your improprieties.
Unless the critic also has own poetry to fall back on.
Couples saunter up
when slow songs simmer 'em down-
We know what them is. Unless you find ' aesthetically applicable/aurical.
"that's the way love goes"
I remember being taken to Carolina Country club when my uncle was the houseband in the late '80s.
Cheeks digging into shoulders
new-found lovers locking lips
sweat and grinding hips
under where steamy desire
melts her cheating heart.
Be more subtle with the lyrics, man. It's not like this is the For Fun forum.
Pedal steel to the metal
high lonesome harmonies ring
chugging bass line throbs
thumping kick drum drives the beat
fiddle fingers fly
Mississippi saxophone
pumping out deep throaty moans.
Ladies sing along
”help me make it through the night”
falling for last call.
She stopped loving him today
found another song to play.
There is no song to play after he stopped loving her today. She? Yeah, I buy that a drink.