A gaggle of geese in the Bronx
Were confused by competing honks
With traffic so slow
There's not much on show
'cept gander at the honky tonks
Categories:
tonks, humor, word play,
Form: Limerick
Transporting me from here to where?
I cannot follow my muse, nor do I dare.
Trixie is outrageous, much more energetic than me.
She takes me to honky-tonks, and drinks petite tea.
I find her in bordellos with men who are crass.
She is usually bare naked, showing her ample …..
She is the leader, the alpha, the one who writes this stuff.
I can barely keep up with her. Her imagery is rough!
Transporting me into situations that make sailors blush.
She laughs at my consternation, whispering I should hush.
Put everything in her hands, let her have her wild winsome way.
Frankly, I am glad to blame her each and every damned day.
Categories:
tonks, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Rhyme
Her hands don't feel like satin,
she's been working since she was a child.
Never was a pure white angel,
she was always a little wild.
She can fight like a man,
but loves like a woman.
Some people say she's a blessing,
others say she was a bad omen.
Never was suited,
for the debutante ball,
She liked the honky tonks
or a smokey pool hall.
She had to learn too early,
how to throw a punch,
the only girl child,
And the meanest one of the bunch.
She has been hurt and mistreated
from the very start.
But somehow she managed,
to keep a good heart.
Still holds faith
that there's some good in this world.
And there's a place, in a heart,
for a tomboy girl.
Categories:
tonks, childhood, family, heart, how
Form: Rhyme
How I wished, free flow of wheels
No words to tell , "how it feels".
When vehicles swish
Well, well, well!
This is what I relish.
How I missed, the rumble and rush
Noisy Wide tyres! are my first crush
Fizzing of tyre
Well, well, well!
My Heart's on Fire.
How I mixed the soundtracks
Made by different crackerjacks
Brakes and clonks
Well, well, well!
Those frequent tonks.
How I loved those droning hums
Whinin' poppin' or screechin' ones
The drumming and hissing
Well, well, well!
Those wet roads n' tyres slipping.
How I longed to be awake
For me, there was no escape
Now back with all my might
Well, well, well!
Tales of travels we'll write.
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Categories:
tonks, emotions, funny, funny love,
Form: I do not know?
Hung up my saddle and its reins
Now I'll count the losses and gains
My reputation's got some stains
I've still got Texas in my veins
I got old with some aches and pains
My knees creak whenever it rains
I know horses from tails to manes
I know each brand upon the plains
I know nothin' of Jills and Janes
It seems too much for one man's brains
Don't mean to be one who complains
Wish I'd married and wore the chains
Now my life's goin' down the drains
Thinkin' on it gives me the strains
But honky-tonks still play refrains
They still make whisky from the grains
11-13-20
Categories:
tonks, retirement,
Form: Monorhyme
There's mud on the windshield
And pain that I still feel
Like fightin' a raw deal
But I've nowhere better to go
I'll go home to Dallas
And build her a palace
Toast her with a chalice
Maybe she'll still love me so
We got married quite young
Both had a hot tongue
Our interests were far flung
But I loved her more than you could think
The words got so heated
'Bout how she was treated
And I heard the open road call
But now I've been there
And found that there's nowhere
Like the one who's asleep down the hall
I met her in Ft Worth
I was just down from up North
She was blue eyes and mirth
Texas was all I was thinkin'
I sang my songs in bars
The Honky Tonks with jars
Someday I'd join the stars
But they keep me in whisky for now
The words got so heated
'Bout how she was treated
And I heard the open road call
But now I've been there
And found that there's nowhere
Like the one who's asleep down the hall
8-19-20
Contest: Strand completely New (24)
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Categories:
tonks, love,
Form: Lyric
He wrote the lyrics to the songs
a thousand singers sing.
He stood alone at life’s crossroads
and felt the church bells ring.
He taught me how the feelings feel
he helped me hear the sound.
Of the bottom of a bottle
from Sunday morning coming down.
With pockets full of empty
not so sure that dreams come true.
Paper folded in his boots
to keep the ground from coming through.
Playing dingy honky Tonks
drawn to the neon light.
The beer that chased the whiskey down,
helped make it through the night.
No longer is he overlooked,
down on music city row.
The devil will never claim his soul
cause music won’t let him go.
A million miles of memories
a legend comes of age.
People come from far and wide
to see him take the stage.
Silver linings in the words he sings
and silver in his hair.
He sings of all the yesterdays.
He knows cause he was there.
An attitude of gratitude he remembers every chord.
Stopping on the way to ask
please tell me Why Me Lord.
Edwin C Hofert
Why Me Lord
8/14/19
Categories:
tonks, celebration, dedication, inspirational,
Form: Rhyme
Her heart was like a clock that I wanted to stop and rewind the dial back.
Remembering the beginning.
Following the curve of ticks as everything around disappeared.
The ticks and tonks that throb as pulse.
The blossom of smiles and times that reflected off glass.
To live in the darkness of closed eyes and reflect on genuine smiles.
The whirlwind of dials advancing into a darkness we both never knew.
A familiar scent becoming a door.
Her heart a clock filled with different size springs and dials.
A circular cubicle that sped fast.
A theory of time.
Her heart was a clock that I wanted to stop and wind back the dial to the beginning.
Across arms and lines that separated how much time has really passed
Categories:
tonks, black african american, memory,
Form: Free verse
If sixty years before in my place of birth
had I been living in that Texas town Fort Worth.
With long horn steers moving to and fro
what would I have done, where would I go?
Herding cattle or breaking broncs
or gambling cards in honky-tonks.
Getting drunk and in gunfights
loving dance hall girls in tights.
I could been one of the town's shop resident.
A blacksmith's son or the only bank's president.
I could have been the town law, killing when called upon.
Or an undertaker burying those dead at dawn.
A wanted outlaw quick on the draw
disappointment to my ma and pa.
A shouting preacher Sunday mornings
with hell fire damnation warnings.
I could have been any these people of Texas history
sixty years before my birth, in eighteen hundred eighty three.
Categories:
tonks, adventure, age, allusion, america,
Form: Rhyme
I wait in all the crummy
little barrooms of the soul.
I look about and sniff the air,
drink, and wait.
In the demi-world of honky-tonks,
which vie against night's
inner gloom, beneath mantles
of thick smoke, pinches,
slurred speech and propositions,
I leer drunkenly about,
swimming in the haze
of my heebie-jeebies.
I wait.
After the smoke clears away
and the honky-tonk tones die,
when the scraggy light of the
morning after spreads, mustily,
across the floor,
I wait.
After the hangover,
after the aching head, glazed eyes,
belches, and specks
which move around my head in circles,
I see a different sort of light:
A flatter sort.
In the sordidness,
ergo filthy waxy sawdust on the floor,
I have seen a conjuration
which I sought.
But soon it disappears
and will not come again.
Illusion slips from mind
with lifting drunkenness
and break of sensibility
and pain creeps in which
is not merely physical.
Oh well.
I must try again tomorrow night.
There will always be another night.
Categories:
tonks, angst, depression, introspection, life,
Form: Narrative
This old train station's lonesome
But it's got a hold on me
I was born to be a rider
Of these rails that carry me
Lots of boxcars been my motel room
And honky tonks my home
It's in my blood to wander
Yeah it's in my soul to roam
I have seen alot of women
With a question in their eyes
But a rambler who's a lover
He's a bird that never flies
Many nights I've taken comfort
For a sweet touch and a song
But the morning brings the fever
And I have to move along
Yeah this train stations lonesome
But it's got a hold on me
I was born to be a rider
Of these rails that carry me
Many boxcars been my motel room
And honky tonks my home
It's in my blood to wander
It's in my soul to roam
Categories:
tonks, song-lyric
Form: Rhyme
VI. I’ve played in bars and the honky tonks. I’ve been there unfortunately. But
Jesus came into my life, now the neon lights says I am free.
CH. I quit playin’ country cause now I’m saved. Instead of bars, I’m in church, I’ll
never thirst for I’m washed in the blood. I quit playin’ country cause now I’m saved.
VII. I’m not the same like I used to be. I take up the cross, thank God I’m free. I’m
just a servant of the Lord. I quit playin’ country, cause now I’m saved.
Categories:
tonks, faith, song-uplifting
Form: Lyric