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 writing poems about poop
Yet every person is unique in our group
Some wonderful poets with great expertise
Writing different forms with consummate...

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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 heads with trepidation fill with fear, 
but light the candles then they disappear. 
Young children's faces shining with delight, 
lit...

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Granny’s bonnet
Frilly satin material,
The good old days
How fashion has changed,
And today’s people live,
Their fragrances linger on,
As we gaze upon Aquilegia
With sweetness,
And great pleasure
Pretty purple velvet,
Beauty smiling,
Nature flowering,
Our ancestors live on,
Through her spirit
They bloom every day,
In our hearts,
Reminding us,
Their just a breeze away.
Transporting memories,
Into different realms.

Wendy...

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~Bees in my bonnet
This joke my friends aptly conceived
Asleep on the creek,  I’m Monett 
A favorite bonnet mother weaved 
Joke is on me by friends perceived 

~Bonnet weaved of dry corn shucks
Fish aren’t biting a snooze in order
Mixing insects and honey sucks 
My best...

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I've not just got a bee in my bonnet
No I have a swarm
My temper has gone through the roof
My face as red as a robin
Cheeks cheshnut warm
I'm about to burst
Even the sun has run away
There's gong to be a huge storm
Today!


This an't right that's not...

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My Gal, Blue Bonnet, Black Hair

My gal, jet black hair and a blue bonnet
writing her a golden little sonnet
Just a few nice words to sweetly say this
to the lady that gave truest ever kiss

Give kisses, many more, forever more
I long for and do happily keep...

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My frightful steel helmet is so battered, dinged and frayed
It was issued by the Air Force - not a haberdashery store
I don't suppose it would look very proper in an Easter Parade
But it sure did come in handy-dandy when fightin' in the war
For such things...

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HER FAVORITE BONNET

Wife loved her  black-and-white bonnet   
With a sort of bow at the back.
Believe me I’m no expert on it
But  it was awful  -  most of it was black   
And it looked horribly  like a...

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Scarlett O' Hara's bonnet  bespeaks,
 "As God as my witness. I'll never be hungry again!"
 It  captures Rhett Butler, Fair Oaks and Tara, 
Survives the Civil War and Ashley's sin.
72 years have passed, that's how long it's been.


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At the Tartan Bonnet
next to the Smithy’s stall,
a picture labelled monster
is hanging on the wall.

The photograph is fuzzy,
looks like a bunch of tyres,
held to a piece of deadwood
by nails and string, or wires.

The locals say that tourists
are gullible, rich fools,
that no sign has been noted
by...

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I see the garden erupt in an Edwardian funeral,
I see nodding leilandii boil
into a plumed-horse procession,
fuchsia a parade of red-cassocked priests.

I see the window and street beyond, contract
with macular degeneration.

The unrecognised visitors are
sudden, they change suddenly.

Tear streaked children descent
and ascent the stairs, robed in blue...

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Behold the busy bumblebee
Gathering pollen and nectar, his treasure.
He transports it home
To be stored in a comb
For his queen to dine on at her leisure.

How doth the humble bumblebee
Manage all that he does without stumbling?
He toils night and day,
Earning minimum pay,
Her commands he'll obey without...

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She, in her Easter bonnet
Standing beneath the shade,
Alongside gentlemen in top hats
To view an Easter parade

Church bells ring distantly
Showy, white lilies sway,
Waving to sweet daffodils 
On this springtime holiday 

Baskets with chocolate rabbits 
Jelly beans and colored eggs,
Are carried by happy children 
Running by on...

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Lilacs and daffodils seasonal thrills 
spilling on the lawn lots of sunshine and light 
beaming from a window I hold still 
breathing in April, I no longer feel the chill 
roses and daisies joyful gardeners dig 
waiting for colors of spring to win big 
tiny...

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To a Louse
by Robert Burns
translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Hey! Where're you going, you crawling hair-fly?
Your impudence protects you, barely;
I can only say that you swagger rarely
Over gauze and lace.
Though faith! I fear you dine but sparely
In such a place.

You ugly, creeping, blasted wonder,
Detested, shunned by...

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