Tonks Poems - Poems about Tonks

...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......

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...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 ......

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...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 pe......

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...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 fi......

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...I'm a cowboy some call me redneck, I'm a lover and a fighter, I try not to do no one wrong, I treat women like ladies, I drink whiskey and I get crazy, I still cry to sad country songs, I'm a sucke......

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...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 wheneve......

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...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 ......

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...HIS THUMB HELD OUT ON THE MIDDLE OF AN EMPTY ROAD HE CAN'T STOP SWEATIN, THE SUN BEATS DOWN HE TAKES TO HIS HEALS WITHOUT LOOKIN AROUND HE LIGHTS A CIGARETTE CAUSE IT SEEMS HE'S GOT NOWHERE TO GO ......

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...Cowboys wear their hearts on their sleeve They sing in honky tonks and dive bars, Drink their memories down, they spend their weekends in a bar where they can be themselves, wating to have their sp......

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...Garth Many years ago, a quiet, respectful, man came into our lives, from Yukon, Oklahoma, hoping to make it in the music business, he brought with him, a passion to sing from the heart, a dream to......

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...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. O......

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...1908 Last day at school for me Some thirteen years Ive had And Im going to be a farm hand Just like me dear old Dad Here now its Mr Peters A silence falls over the class 'Registration' he sa......

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...holler say what yo yo yo all the saint over there rise on up git on up everybody else where git on up hold them arms, hand and eyes up toward the heavens things gonna git better (when you) P......

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...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 ......

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...Everybody, and his brother Stopped in, at one time, or another Not for the greasy hash browns Or the coffee, with a half a cup, of grounds They weren't there for Ruby or Ruth Whose numbers were ......

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