"tonks" poems
I play ***** tonks
and run down bars
I play mandolin
And two guitars
I play where you
can smoke cigars
I'm the best that's ever been
Name a song
I'll play it loud
I'll sing louder
than the crowd
My name is
Billy Joe Mc Cloud
I'm the best that's ever been
I'm the best **** four stringed six string
and eight stringed twelve string
or Three stringed mandolin player
That you will ever hear
And if you don't believe me
Listen up, and have a beer
You may think I'm crazy
But deep down you know it's true
I play a four stringed six string
eight stringed twelve string
three string mandolin
A hell of a lot better than you
I grew up
with little hands
Couldn't make it
In real bands
So, I cut some strings
You understand
And I'm the best that's ever been
So I miss some
minor notes
It still hits home
and the music floats
It's not the same
as what was wrote
But, I'm the best that's ever been
You'll love me
yes, I know you will
Just listen once
To get that thrill
One song in ,
your doubt I'll ****
I'm the best that's ever been
Little hands
and short of strings
But when i play
The guitar sings
Just have a beer
And some hot wings
I'm the best that's ever been
Yes, I'm the best that's ever been
I'm the best **** four stringed six string
eight stringed twelve string
Three stringed mandolin player
That you will ever hear
And if you don't believe me
Listen up, and have a beer
You may think I'm crazy
But deep down you know it's true
I play a four stringed six string
and an eight stringed twelve string
or athree string mandolin
A hell of a lot better than you
May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 11:39 PM UTC
We blew into bars
like we had nothing to lose.
Disco ***** & ***** tonks,
beach clubs or The Ritz,
it didn’t matter,
we were oblivious
to the surrounding action.
A brotherhood of unknowns,
we were usually drunk,
ready to strike
anywhere,
anytime,
we could even
drop in from the sky
on command,
sober.
Like cobras, we
had venom running
through our veins,
our hearts pure,
but mess with us,
heads would definitely roll.
I was good with
concussive-devices too.
Once I threw one
into a pit of vipers,
heard it explode,
saw the aftermath,
so drinking in bars ain’t ****
I love cheap perfume.
Feb 17, 2014
Feb 17, 2014 at 5:50 PM UTC
A Train Wreck
I know the last time I talked to you
I was pining for this lady,
I fell head over heals, for that country girl smile
We were fast in love
you know I don't mean maybe,
everything was going great, at least for a while
Then she started backing away, I was standing there all alone
I thought that we might be as one
live our lives together,
but it just didn't work out, there were complications
for resolving reason we did not see
a compromising answer,
we did not part ways, with any expectations
yes we both started backing away, no longer was I standing there alone
A head on collision caused us both a pain in the neck
obvious to you and me there would be no glory
we were both headed for a big fat train wreck
I know it's such a sad sad story
well now I'm back in ***** tonks
searching for another,
it just gets to **** lonely, being all alone
need someone to share with
a life of loving laughter,
excuse me while I get this, I'm wanted on the phone
We were getting closer now, should we go through with this again
A head on collision caused us both a pain in the neck
obvious to you and me there would be no glory
we were both headed for a big fat train wreck
I know it's such a sad sad story
we both know its a sad sad story
Gomer LePoet...
Jun 29, 2010
Jun 29, 2010 at 4:13 AM UTC
We used to jam out in the ***** tonks,
you & I sippin'whiskey,
listenin' to the guitars wail.
You were the finest doll out there
on the planked-floor,
hopping around like a crazed bunny.
O honey, you had 'em all staring,
their jaws droppin' with your cool groovy antics,
hollerin' for more.
You filled out your blue jeans sublimely
& the way your gorgeous hair
flew to the drummer's beat
was way beyond compare.
You were the epitome
of a Southern belle,
dancing your *** off
& breaking hearts.
Sep 8, 2014
Sep 8, 2014 at 5:41 AM UTC
It's 9:30 p.m.
and the CSX train Jericho blows
its Doppler horn
across the black flow
of the Cumberland River
skimming the rafts of rippling light
lapping the west bank of early revelers
gathering in the streets and bars and ***** tonks,
spun together by an invisible attractor they're calling
"Happy New Year."
Dec 31, 2010
Dec 31, 2010 at 6:29 PM UTC
Purrr-fectly petite paws press
between my blades
a free feline-massage
She refrains from complaints
Ignores ***** plates
cups stacked up
Enjoys smelly socks
scattered across a distracted dreamer's floor
Doesn't think movies I watch are a bore
Could I ask for much more?
Oh, maybe this
is the bliss
of which some speak
I think
as she pounces
and plops upon me
a friendly, furry hug
Feb 4, 2013
Feb 4, 2013 at 8:34 PM UTC
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
Jun 8, 2017
Jun 8, 2017 at 2:39 PM UTC
In(hail the high)
Ex(hail the habit)
In(hail the escape)
Blowing away the aches
of winter-worn bones
My darling and I
name the smoke ghosts
wave goodbye to our demons
as they billow and float
up
up
away to the nicotine graveyard
dug deep in the sky
In(hail the hope)
Ex(hail the escape)
Though
ever approaching is our fate
the high will end
we must awake
reality waits
with a gun and a snake
Feb 4, 2013
Feb 4, 2013 at 8:34 PM UTC
funky music ***** tonks
girls with no shoes
perfume
necks elbows every ****** thing
earrings
a girl dancing
Medicinal herb
a back beat
beating down
cymbals
special things that
get down
Mar 11, 2017
Mar 11, 2017 at 6:29 AM UTC
I am Tonks.
Don't call me Nymphadora.
I change alot,
My hair,
My clothes.
The real me most people don't know.
I love myself no matter what others think.
My hair can be purple and then bubblegum pink.
I take pride in my house,
I'm not afraid to be myself.
I help others reach their feelings,
No matter high up on the shelf.
I go through lots of things,
Even suicidal thoughts.
Times of wishes,
Times of love,
Times of babies from above.
There are many different stories,
Told to me in my youth.
Storks and fairies,
Magic and wizards,
Tales of falling in love in a blizzard.
I did fall in love.
I fell suddenly and unexpectedly.
I change all the time.
My hair my clothes.
I change suddenly and unexpectedly.
But this, no, this is destiny.
Jan 3, 2018
Jan 3, 2018 at 4:24 PM UTC