Hank Poems - Poems about Hank

handsome Harry hastily harnessed hazardous hayseed Hank heightening his hellish heebie-jeebies. Hank helped Harry handle hordes of high-spirited hitchhikers heaping a hodgepodge of hocus pocus on Honey, Hannibal’s handsomest hog...

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Hank My friend Loved my stuff He died last year Thrilled to finally go He’s now with his wife Deb I thought of them yesterday I wonder if they read my poems I think they do; I feel they must...

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This is the story of Norm and Nate, And Hank Williams, the great balladeer, And what was to be their horrible fate As they spun on this rotating sphere. Nate the needle played hits on a platter, Spinning the sad songs Norm had made him. Norm, as they’d say, was mad as a hatter, But Nate the...

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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...

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Seventy years since he died An artist with so much to give A talented, troubled man But his music still lives. He used simple words So easy to understand Presented to the world fronting His Drifting Cowboys band. His words and music had Such an influential role Crossing all genres from Country, Rock Punk and Soul He’s been part of my life For more than sixty...

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You think country music’s so corny Well each to their own tastes and views Give me a cool stein full of Charlie Mit With Hank Williams singing the blues And I’ll paint you stories of life Of joys desires betrayals of trust And with its many and varied faces The pleasures and pains of pure lust Me and Hank travel...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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I used to be Afraid Of Poetry Until I read Bukowski...

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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 ...

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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,...

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Prospector Hank rode down the canyon cold Ten years on the trail, out looking for gold, Hank found a camp, not long abandoned then In the dust lay tracks, of cows and of men. Why cows would be here, it did not seem right He figured somehow he was facing a fight. So Hank drew his rifle and he rode...

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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...

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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. ---------------------------------------------------------------- Quote from Mark Twain: “A crank is someone with a new idea, until it catches on.” Contest: Write with the wit of Twain Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich Placed 3rd...

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