Sonny Boy Poems | Examples

Tinkle, Tinkle

Sonny Boy...fresh out of diapers
Ogled my iced tea
Gulped every last drop 
Grinned like the Cheshire Cat 
Yodeled a catchy tune
Blew me a kiss and waddled away
One hour later...
Tea-toter stinky, whipped out his winky
Tinkle, tinkle, little pee monster
Oops...Tee hee hee...WTF!
Missed everything but my wallet...guess better in my back pocket...than my hand!

When I was your Age, Sonny Boy

    My college fell 200 spots in the annual rankings ~

      Seems professors no longer give the students spankings

Sonny

Horn man, 
Blues man, 
Play and sing as soon as you can

My soul's been trying 
And my lil' heart's been crying
My woman's been lying
And my nosey neighbors been prying

Horn man, 
Blues man, 
Play and sing as soon as you can

My pockets ain't got no money
And my love ain't got no honey
My eyes and nose real runny
It's been cloudy, real cloudy so HELP ME, please
play for me, Sonny

27 Club

mama and papa begged their musician son
to not join a band, although hedonistic fun
we are terrified you will soon be a member of twenty-seven
we would miss you terribly if you decided to return to heaven

Sonny boy laughed, and read them the stats
twenty songs give tribute to this number, but here are the facts
in spite of what the rumors legends and myths state
there is not that much danger, and the lifestyle is great

Jimi, Brian, Jim, and Janis might have been using drugs
Amy Winehouse died of fright, fearing rumors of thugs
Statistics show that popular musicians die usually at fifty-six
He told his parents good-bye, and raced away to get his musical fix.

The Greatest Harp

My pen is like a blues riff,
not always on the note

I bend within the moment,
new feelings reach for hope

A eulogy remastered,
the fire that he fed

The Mojo dancing with the Muse,
Marine Band his to wed

My words to stretch and vibrate,
a blind man theirs to read

They move in tribute off the page,
Sonny’s orphaned reeds

My hand they cease to follow,
as letters wail and slide

While deep in South Chicago
—the greatest harp just died

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)
‘Tribute To Sonny Boy Williamson 1’

Geezer

I’m just an old fart,
clinging to the winds of time ... 
hanging on
Everyone who said 
I was leaving away first
are dead and gone
I’m an old geezer,
stale air breather still hanging on ...
but it gets lonely being right,
especially at night
I’m the old curmudgeon they say,
whose creaking up the stairs of time
My words, others never no mind pay:
decrepancy they say oughta be a crime
Sonny boy, Suzzy girl — 
I’m just an old geezer,
whose fighting everyday to hang on
I’m a reflection of what you will look like
when your mirror fades, 
and wrinkled desires wane inside tired bones

Monster To Mommy Letter a Mother's Day Tribute

Dear Mommy,

Why am I so short and pudgy ugly
But never mind my crying mommy 
Thank you for giving me the curse of birth
And the worst hairdo and breath on Earth
For buying me kitty cats to torture
For procuring security guards to murder
For fire crackers to stuff up their you know where
To light them up when it crosses my scary brain
Thank you for cheeses to make me fat
For donuts to be stolen by my staff and soldiers
That I have to execute the very next day
For thinking they could get away or take my property 
Forgetting I am the supreme leader of the human race
Thank you mommy for making me god of North Korea
Now I can kill cats and people quicker with nuclear devices
Murder more security personnel and donuts thieves as well
Not just party members but family too
Happy Mother's Day mommy 
I'm not through with the USA or you
How I wish you were a man
So we could be lovers as son and mommy man
My only mommy love
Where is my hamster

With Love on Mother's Day,
There is no other, 

Kim Jong Un
Your god, your sonny boy, your lover too

Entered on 5/9/2017 - sponsored by: Brian Strand
Contest Name:	SPRING STANDARD CONTEST

Gal From Tucumcari

Poet:  Ken Jordan 
Poem: Gal from Tucumcari 
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan 
written:  April/2017


The next woman I marry 
will be a Gal from Tucumcari.

she'll be tougher than a 
desert Tree Cholla 

Wilder than a New Mexico 
tumble weed  -

Why sonny boy!...She can even 
rope a steer, and bring it down 
to it's knees. 

She's adventurous indeed 
that gal I marry from Tucumcari -

She'll know how to fix those
country vittles  - biscuits, grits,
with gravy -

as she sips on a cup of her 
favorite joe....

that gal I marry from Tucumcari -

When I see her come riding pass
my place off Route 66,

I'll know it's her - passing 
my door.

She'll be driving in an old pickup 
filled with hay, as she goes pass
the sagebrush. 

She'll be wearing old worn out
dungarees, with a scarf around 
her neck, and spurs on her boots -

Sonny boy, I'm here to tell ya
Gods, gonna send her to me....

That gal I marry from Tucumcari  -

She breaks wild horses
to set them free -

she's rough and tough 
with a whole lot of moxie 

She's the woman I'm gonna 
marry from Tucumcari  -

Copyright (c)., Ken Jordan 2017

Bathing In a Blues Bubblebath

listening to the blues right now
the crackling of the 78s take me away
i feel the pain of robert, charley, son, blind lemon, and big bill
i take in the honesty of sonny boy, tommy, arthur, and huddy
i then pick myself up and muster the strength to move forward and face the day
in reality i just want to crawl up in a ball and get right back up in the bed
however my stomach reminds me that i have responsibilities and promises to keep
putting away the blues just for now
however when the pain hits me again, i am coming back to my hurtin' pain reliever

Old Age

Poet:  Ken Jordan
Poem:  Old Age
Edited by:  Sparkle Jordan
written:  November/2014


Keep on 
walk'n
sonny boy,
 
walk-on
head-a-me.

 keep on 
walk'n 

while 
you are
young,

wide eyed,
and
fancy free -

Walk 
on fast,

long-as-you
can

Walk on
head-a-me -

I 
use to
walk
fast too -

Look'n
back
sonny boy,

time just
flew -

Keep on
walk'n

Walk on
head-a-me

copyright (c). 1118N2014
all rights reserved

Work Ethics

~Funny
    Sonny
     Honey
      Money 
       The work ethic funny, Sonny boy,
        Do not mix your honey, money joy

        For and in Honor of Dr Ram
        And contest:  Tyburn

The First

The right atmospheric conditions can animate your bones.
I tell ya,
Dinosaurs rising, ichthyosaurs rising,
Rise of the hominids no more, eh?
Resurrection ain't a fool's business, fellow, ol' pal,
Sonny boy.  My boy,
Reanimation is a booming industry,
What with all these dinosaurs and ancient mummies reaching and tightening their buns,
Winching their skin on.
Drink that elixir first, boyo.
Keeps ya from fossilizing in the first place.
Them creatures all wanna be looked at good again,
But I says, I says pickle yourself in the first place,
Never lose that spark.
You don't have to wait for a magical scientific chemical power combo,
If you were preserved in the first place.

The Blues Man

Born on September 16, 1925 in Itta Ben, Mississippi
His ambitions grew as fast as he could stand on his tippys  

Given the name Reily B. King better known as B.B. King
Strumming his zealous hands and acing the blues on strings


He made his first break performing “Sonny Boy” in 1948
 To steady engagements and his quest for perfection was his fate


Throughout his life B.B. received numerous awards of distinction 
B.B. Is acknowledged as an American icon and will be for generations 

B.B. continues to tour extensively each year
"The Thrill Is Gone” rings notorious on the air 



Written about B.B. King for Raul’s B.B. King contest

Smoke

warriors forgotten struggles
drift gently on the
sharply scented breeze

stirring long quiet screams
echoed with convictions
instilled unselfish

faint agony listens
for tides unchanged
comrades immortal

hence forth
loyal brothers
for all to hear

flames forever told
drift gently on the

sharply scented breeze


......for you, sonny boy

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