Best Bonnet Poems

I never enter every contest on soup 
Sometimes sponsors can be very hard to please
Achieving first place is not always a breeze
Some don’t like me...

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It's Halloween, that spooky time of year, 
when scary monsters prowl the streets all night. 
The costumes sometimes give us such a fright - 
our...

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‘Tis You’

It’s a tempestuous, wuthering, wuthering day
as I set forth exuberant and merrily on my way.
I pause to hearken to the symphony of sound
as natures...

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~Under the Same Moon~

P.D.
Our days are different, living under the same moon
Down here in TEXAS, life carries a different tune
This world spins on its lovely...

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We'd laid old George to rest the week before,
at ninety-one he now rejoined his wife,
no heirs to his estate, so one thing more
to do, and...

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Look past
the faded little girl    braids and bows 
in a       polaroid picture
buttery yellow skirt 
curtsying ...

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HELLO DR. SEUSS – DO COME IN

There’s a BEAR
On my STAIR,
And I wish it 
Wouldn’t STARE!
There’s a WUPBOARD,
In my CUPBOARD
And a DOX 
In my BOX,
I...

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I will release no rhyme
Before its time.
No limerick, ode, haiku, or sonnet
Will 'scape from 'neath
My poet's bonnet
'til it be trimmed, and tamed, and non-aggressive,
Or overripe...

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While snowflakes continue to fall,
upon a night  pale as ghostly winter
I falter from my own distraught pause--
the hazy  moon watches my young girl
a...

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In open space free
Steel and glass enclosure
A small moving space confined
My possession of pride
Momentum propelled by young drive
A companion of trust.

The wingless bird
Tunneled timid air
Dust...

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My poems are words with soul - Silent One.

 As a monotone morning sketches 
charcoal trees under 
smoke filled foggy skies,
rain casually falls,
sliding down slate...

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Over the top of Tammy hill 
came Tully’s motor car, 
Tully never drove it very fast 
nor ever very far.

In his youth he’d taught us...

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The pendulum motions to and fro,
From the clock upon the wall.
As the second ebb like grains of sand,
For one by one they fall.

Through the window...

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Morning breaks in cheerful warm brilliance,
pale sapphire sky pristine.
Grey-white gulls glide vociferously above
in search of firma bound fare.
Reflections of Sol’s arms vault from the sea,
smooth...

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“Can you smell something burning,” Dad frowned and I said “Yeah.”
It had the smell of cooking meat, as well as burning hair,
Dad stopped the truck,...

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