Best Hank Poems
hi-jack my haiku?
Hah! You jacked the wrong ku
You stole a senryu
I hide my haikus
safe and sound beneath silly
senryus such as this
Hark and heed this Hank!
Stealing somebody’s senryu
is scandalous but
heisting a haiku?
holding a haiku hostage?
That's horrible Hank
Thar was once an old buckaroo named Hank,
Who was very absent-minded and lank.
He told his hoss to skedaddle,
Fergittin' to mount the saddle.
'Twas not the first time old Hank drew a blank!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) 2015 All Rights Reserved
There was once a daydreamer called Hank.
It was thought that he was just a crank.
He was labelled a con.
His ideas caught on.
Then he ran all the way to the bank.
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Barry out-homered Hank
His inspiration? May I be frank?
'Twas McCartney and Lennon and the poem they penned
"I get high with a little help from my friends"
***Hammerin' Hank was Hank Aaron's nickname...Barry Bonds broke his all-time home run record "with a little help" from his steroid friends
Where I grew up; Texas
Country music is king
Three songs for a quarter
And the Juke Box would sing
When it’s Saturday night
It’s Grand Old Opry time
Turn the radio on
Grab a chair and recline
Hank was the top singer
His songs came from the heart
So much great music lost
Because his life was short
No other then or since
Composed song after song
Could sing and record them
Each a hit before long
His music inspired
Learned a Uke; then Guitar
To play and sing like Hank
His music took me far
Now I have my own band
Bluegrass most of the time
Still play one of Hanks songs
They always sound so fine
I still love his music
Play and sing all his hits
Thank you Hank Williams
You’re as good as it gets
What Songwriter or writers Inspire you???? Poetry Contest
Hank Williams
He was born and raised in Mobile, Alabama.
Soon, he was famous all over America.
He played for the Braves in Milwaukee and Atlanta.
Considered to be among professional baseball's elite,
watching him hit homeruns was certainly a treat.
Hank made the chief do a war dance beyond the outfield.
Mr. Aaron did this numerous times with each homer he would yield.
Yes, everyone would soon know this great man's name.
On the first ballot, he made the Hall of Fame.
However, I heard some bad news the other day.
On January 22, this great player passed away.
Hank Aaron (1934-2021)
Hank
a Limerick
By: Miracle Man
12-17-2019
I awoke this morning, mind most blank,
Thinking of a neighbor who we call Hank.
With little intention,
He had an invention,
Now his smile accompanies him to the bank
Walking With the Ghost of Hank
Walking down the road one day.when i was joined by a man
He was wearing a cowboy hat and caring a old guitar.
He did say anything just smiled.
As we walked i could hear him start to sing.
The first song was i saw the light.Then he sang I'm so lonesome I could cry.
A short smile as he walked away.
I heard him say by the way my name is Hank
Then he was gone from sight.
Right then I knew who he was.
Meeting Hank Williams Sr
I was setting in a store back 20 years ago.
When a car pulled up to the door.
A tall man in a cowboy hat came out and came in.
He sat down and began to tell us a story.
He ate a piece of pie and drank a coke.
Then he asked if he could play a few songs for us.
He sang I saw the light and your cheating heart like no one else could.
Then he got up and walked to the door. Tipped his hat and said tell them old Hank was here.
All you viewed from the door was the dust that rose from the ground.
Then we looked at each other and stated that it wasn't him. For it was Hank Williams and it was 1973.
Old Hank he died in 1953 Was this the ghost making someones day.
Sun's going down
Drinks are filling up
Been a hell of a week I'm bout to turn it up
Crowds coming in
Bands starting up
Drinks are kicking in I'm bout to turn it up
Bartender asks what brings ya in
I shot em' a wink and said don't be silly
I'm on a first name basis with Hank, Cash, and Willie
I was born to rock, born to roll
This honky tonk, it's in my soul
I said....oh, don't ya hear me
I'm on a first name basis with Hank, Cash and Willie
Whole teams here
Shots are lining up
Been way too long I'm bout to turn it up
My song comes on
My arm goes up
Been waiting all night I'm bout to turn it up
What’s that ya say do I come here often
I raised my drink and said don't be silly
I'm on a first name basis with Hank, Cash, and Willie
I was born to rock, born to roll
This honky tonk, it's in my soul
I said....oh, don't ya hear me
I'm on a first name basis with Hank, Cash and Willie
Nights winding down
Last call is up
No way I’m going home, I’m bout to turn it up
One more song
The band calls out
What’ll it be? We’re bout to turn it up
It better be a good one don’t be silly
I’m on a first name basis with Hank, Cash and Willie
I was born to rock, born to roll
This honky tonk, it's in my soul
I said....oh, don't ya hear me
I'm on a first name basis with Hank, Cash and Willie
Ohhh how country are ya
It better be a good one don’t be silly
I’m on a first name basis with Hank, Cash and Willie
Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night
In my ramshackle torn straw old bed
The mice are chewing my toes
And the bedbugs bite
Elephants dancing in my head
I think to myself
"It's not a bad life I can't complain''
Just as the cat Catherine
Once again wee's on the bed!!!!
????!!!!!!
I just can't understand why I can't get a gurly
Like Mary Sue, I'd wed her tomorrow
That's if she buys herself a wedding frock
And a ball and chain
With an open lock
I mean what gal
Would turn down hunk
Like me
With a large shotgun
A good hound dog
Chickins a mule
And a hog
When I've had a shave and a Bath
Put my teeth in and combed my two hairs
And put on that heerby fancy French perfume
I don't why, but when I walk into a crowded room
Flowers die and the crowd leave the room
Mighty strange these here folk!
I been athinkin, she might like some flowers
Ill pinch them from Hanks's garden next shack
When he's out acourtin
I'll just tell him them pesky O'keef kids
Are at it againnn!
Yes seri I can't wait
To ask her for a date
Oh Hank's back in his truck
And who in tarnation is that?
Only Mary Sue!
That night I had plenty of moonshine
And the hog and my hound dog
Were as drunk as a skunk
He must have a better bed than me
With the headboard Knockin
Against the wall
And those hereby springs a screeching snd creakin
Like a piston on a pickup truck on a bumpy road
Well back to bed again buuuurp
Good night
I'll just wait for the mice to nibble my toes
And the bed bugs to bite.
The saddest man you ever saw
Sang through his nose, his notes were raw,
His teeth were bad, his voice was flat;
Hank Williams wore a cowboy hat.
A hundred songs upon the shelf,
He loved us more than loved himself:
He sang of you, he sang of me,
To set our shackled spirits free.
His tritest titles bragged of pain,
“Your Cheatin’ Heart,” “You Win Again,”
And “Weary Blues,” “I Saw The Light,”
And “There’ll Be No Teardrops Tonight.”
He loved to drink, but he loved more
Composing melodies meant for
The words he couldn’t always spell,
But sang so well that they still sell.
A limousine, gold in the bank,
Were not enough to ease old Hank:
He cursed his loves, and feared his Lord
Would pay him back the debts he stored.
The debts were cleared on New Year’s Day,
The coroner could only say
That chloral hydrate took its toll
From Hank’s poor self-tormented soul.
You hear that yodeled freight-train whine?
It’s just a ghost, aged twenty-nine,
That left his flesh in ‘Fifty-Three,
But still he haunts Montgomery.
Hank Williams repeated the above form in nearly all his songs some of which are included
in the above verse.
I sell propane and propane accessories and my name is Hank Hill.
I took Ladybird to the veterinarian today and I may have to kill.
That vet is scum and he's a creep.
He wants to put Ladybird to sleep.
He wants to put her to sleep because of old age.
I'll kill him if he tries to do it, I am truly enraged.
I love Ladybird and when everything is said and done,
That dog means the world to me, I'd rather lose my son.
He has arrived at my house, he is making a house call.
I won't allow him to kill my dog, I won't allow it at all.
I've jumped on my mower and I mowed over his feet.
He is calling 911 and soon I'll be arrested by the heat.
I'm going to have to make a run for it in my truck.
But the damn thing won't start, I sure am out of luck.
I'm making a break for it and I'm running as fast as my legs will go.
If I steal a car, I wonder if I can make it to Mexico.
I just carjacked a man but his car is a Geo and it won't go fast enough.
The cops could keep up with me on foot and now I'm wearing handcuffs.
Just the thought of putting my dog to sleep has caused me to come unhinged.
If ladybird is euthanized, I'll break out of jail and I'll be coming to get revenge.
I read a poem of Hank’s and something caught me happy
Suddenly my own poem came flipping out of my mind.
She skidded down my nose and skipped onto the page, slip slappy.
I watched her progress; she was a marvelous new find.
The pig has flown, she said with a laugh. Shown, hone, cone, bone.
I would have to be an idiot not to follow her creative thinking.
Loan, groan, tone, zone I whispered; I wrote down pinecone and alone.
Let’s get it on paper quickly she urged me, her hazel eyes still winking.
I used to be
Afraid Of Poetry
Until I read
Bukowski