Best Bonnets Poems
~Chasing Bigfoot~
Across the Bayou Waters
Into vast trails of wilderness
I follow a sound, a sullen scent
---footprints
He was out there,
hairy large and in charge
Drugs under the beastly moonlight
Heavy torrents swept me in
Deep, down and dark
Under a hidden den
Between the moon and stars
I gaze into a world unknown
A comparison of salt water and bonnets
Lord of the forest deep
Entrapped in a romantic secret sonnet
Over the corner in every shadow
Red Auburn hair, above a 12 foot pair
Daring to face the lone gallows
In one peek
I observe it was not made by men
The fear became excitement
It offered a moment to think
I don't know if it wants to injure me
It sniffs me repeatedly,
Smearing my skin with his nose
This type of behavior, this smell
Began to arouse my rose
Rough nails grip around my neck
Forest flavored lips
Unravelling a taste unhuman
The touch erupts and fills me with fear
Still, I long to linger near
Sunrise starts with a grin
Revolving around the mood
Upon his long coat of shrooms
Without fear I stroke his thick fur
Rough and sweet I repeat
Living or dying, I stay
To love the fear-driven inside
Day after day
Deep and gray, life fades
Then becomes elusive
11 years the sun hides
Dark eyes, hold me all night
This wild man, by the bedside
Cries from the woods before sunset
I follow----
Somewhere behind hidden walls
The woods stand tall
Flowers welt from this burning love
My heart owned by the sasquatch
Though rapid dreams and streams,
I scream
Of Big Foot and I
By: PD
Categories:
bonnets, adventure, animal, beautiful, cool,
Form:
Epic
Ride with me on my time machine to a different time and place
Return with me and let me see if I can put a smile upon your face
To the days of AM radio and the TV was black and white
To lying in a grassy field and counting stars at night
Popcorn and soda in the balcony at a Saturday matinee
Parades led by the High School Band on Decoration Day
Dressing up and going door to door on the night of Halloween
Cigarettes rolled in your shirt, pretending to be James Dean
Pep rallies before the football games, everybody stand and cheer
Going in the woods with your friends at night, sharing a quart of beer
That feeling inside, turning red, when she smiled at you at the dance
Wanting to kiss her goodnight, but you were afraid to take a chance
Playing chase tag at night in the neighborhood, hiding behind a tree
Holding hands with your first steady, so all your friends could see
Medicine Show at the end of town in a giant canvas tent
Saving pennies for a rainy day, fasting on candy for Lent
Going for a Sunday ride with Mom and Dad in the family car
Playing in the yard at night, putting lightning bugs in a jar
Drag racing on that long stretch of road, Chevy was hard to beat
Stealing peaches from a neighbor’s tree, always seemed so sweet
Riding bikes all over town, never knowing the meaning of fear
Identifying cars by their tail lights, make and model and year
News and Stooges at the theatre before the movie starts
Valentine’s day I love you written on tiny candy hearts
Easter bonnets and picking flowers for Mom on Mother’s Day
Opening day at the community pool the last weekend in May
Sock hop in the auditorium, collar up, trying to play it cool
Meeting friends at the usual place, everyday after school
Six for a quarter on the juke box, music that would move your soul
Return with me now to those glory days and the birth of rock and roll.
Categories:
bonnets, nostalgiamom, me, night, candy,
Form:
Couplet
~
Winter breathes in sepia tones along a lonely two lane street
divided amongst the sweeping frozen dunes
now forced into shouldered amnesty
Street lights shiver in snowcapped bonnets
while sidewalks sleep ‘neath blankets of flittering flakes
The air, frigidly crisp…moves of tiny chiffon sparkles dancing
Rooftops, plump and soft, show off their frosted padding
as evergreens find alabaster fingers tickling their branches
in chilled teasings and frozen dustings
Footprints, once there are gone, covered and recovered again
all evidence of life is erased beneath pearl clouded skies
and faint outlines of distant thoughts
White on black stripes drape in glacial wanderings
spanning the slush of asphalt weavings
in straight line piercings across the wintry landscape
January reigns brutal, subzero ponderings swirl
from high above the icebox wasteland, once brimming with color
now opaque in its arctic seasoned disguise…
~
Written from memory…no winter here. : )
Categories:
bonnets, good night,
Form:
Free verse
Tonight the golden glow of stars and the crescent moon's silver light are far more beautiful than mankind has the right to behold. The Creator, with loving kindness, illuminates the darkness of the night sky with celestial brilliance.
flickering colors
aurora borealis
dancing northern lights
Nature's palette paints pastel hues of peach each dawn, and lavender veils in the sky at dusk. Our eyes are awed by Autumn's gifts as leaves wear coats of many colors. Scarlet, cinnamon, russet, and all shades in between, tumble from branches onto the ground.
glimmering sunrise
dimming light in twilight skies
leaves in Autumn's breeze
Fields of heather and blue bonnets in bloom give off their scents of sweet perfume. A redwood tree soaring high, is the perfect place for an eagle's nest. These visions I behold and thank God for giving mankind such an array of wondrous things.
waterfalls cascade
love songs of a meadowlark
nature on display
It's all kept in check with a balance at His command. Tides ebb and flow, dew quenches the thirst of flora and fauna, the sun spreads its warmth over the land, and a deluge quells deserts and plains after a drought.
waves crash on the beach
cactus blooms in desert sands
harmony in life
August 23, 2020
Let the Pens Flow - Haibun Contest
Sponsored by: Jenish Somadas
Categories:
bonnets, beauty, nature,
Form:
Haibun
March's Promise
A tie-dyed pink and blue sky
Spilling, melting, across the dome high.
The wind, taunting the clouds and the trees,
With a showy display of a spiraling breeze.
Birds in fervent song, sing praises to the dawn,
Buds on boughs and branches form.
Spring flowers shyly emerge from their rest,
Showing off their bonnets, with style and finesse.
A renewal of life, a promise of hope,
With dark days behind us, a gift to cope.
Categories:
bonnets, hope, nature, spring,
Form:
Rhyme
When I was young my mom, like most women, donned a hat when she went out.
Dad said it added to her beauty…of this I had no doubt.
My mom had a collection of hats she stored in boxes under her bed.
So many different kinds of bonnets that sat atop her head.
Moms of today are different they go out with their heads bare
but one thing they share with Moms of the past are the many hats they wear.
If we tried to count the hats they don...we couldn’t...they go on indefinitely
Perhaps one way to approach it...is alphabetically.
Moms are:
Accountants
Babysitters
Chauffeurs...they do what
Doctors and
Electricians do…they are
Farmers
Governors
Housekeepers, and
Ice cream makers too…they are
Janitors
Kitchen and
Laundry workers, and
Maids who clean the floor…they are
Nurses
Optometrists,
Painters
Quality control inspectors and furthermore they are
Receptionists
Seamstresses and
Teachers…they can
Upholster that sofa or that chair…they are
Valets
Washroom Attendants and
X-Ray technicians…ready anytime and anywhere…they are
Yard managers and every Mom I know is also a keeper of the
Zoo
That’s 26 different hats they wear…
26 different jobs that all Moms do.
Moms are the original and still the best multi-taskers the world has ever met.
In fact, I didn’t run out of hats for them...I ran out of alphabet!
I guess it’s a good thing each job doesn’t have a hat that sits atop Moms head
for there wouldn’t be enough room to store the boxes under their beds.
They are visionaries, they are cheerleaders, so much of our existence they adorn
yet they had no experience as a mother until the day when we were born.
Because it was at that miraculous moment, despite their fearfulness and qualms
when they smiled as they looked at us and realized……’I’m a Mom.’
For that is the hat that encompasses the rest...the hat we call motherhood
and I must admit, from where I stand
Moms…you make that hat look good.
So Moms, here’s to a wonderful Mother’s Day as this poem bids you all adieu
For all the many hats you wear…
our hats are off to you.
HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY
Categories:
bonnets, mothers day,
Form:
Verse
I’ll go a ridin’ no more through blue stem or chaparral,
Just lead my horse to pastures of green.
I’ll watch those rose ruby suns ease on past the ol’ corral—
Think back on the things I’ve done and seen.
Oh, you can’t go on a ridin’ for all your livelong days—
You’ve got to know when to settle down.
You’ll gently pet your ol’ horse as you put her out to graze
And soon life won’t seem so bad in town.
But when blue bonnets and the high plains send their callin’ card,
Your restless feet start to feel that itch.
Then it don’t matter if you’re stove-up or your butt is lard—
That feelin’ calls to the poor and rich.
Just once more I’ll go a ridin’ in the sorrel and sage—
Testin’ my ol’ horse for all it’s worth.
And I know that time cannot stop me, even at my age,
From ridin’ free of the reins of earth.
Categories:
bonnets, cowboy-western, death, life, time,
Form:
Cowboy Poetry
Fields of slender sleeves of green
Yellow bonnets in the breeze
Crocus and Hellebores free
A blanketed snowy crystal mound
Date: 3/3/22
For: March In Poetry Contest
Lind30 NR 7/7/7/9
Sponsored by: Andrea Dietrich
Syllables verified on Poetry Soup counter
Placed 4th in contest (informed by sponsor that would have placed higher but I had 1 extra syllable)
Categories:
bonnets, march, spring, weather,
Form:
Verse
The lady down the lane
Kept daisies by her windowpane
Clad in sun splashed coveralls
Her hair, a silver waterfall
Proudly she wore her bluebell bonnets
As she composed her floral sonnets
We would smile a shy hello
Her name, I never got to know
Now - dusty silence coats her stair
The bones of color, stripped and bare
Abandoned seedlings, parched segments
So largely felt, those little dents
A 'For Sale' sign sits on the lawn
I guess seasons - and gardens - move on
Yet, sometimes I see, through stained-glass rain
Daises by her windowpane.
3/20/20
For 'The Lady Down the Lane' contest
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
Categories:
bonnets, flower, garden, i miss
Form:
Couplet
blossoms
bright bursts of life
each branch trembles, dancing
dressed for spring in Easter bonnets
hopeful.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Modern Or Traditional Cinquain" Poetry Contest, William Kekaula, Judge & Sponsor
Categories:
bonnets, appreciation, flower, hope, imagery,
Form:
Cinquain
Glossy, heart-shaped leaves of galax
ringed ‘round the lingering lilacs
that played across the garden gate,
bent now – bowed from foliage’ weight.
Wild roses replace Venus et fleur
having a sweet natural alure.
Chicory and Madonna lily
grow here and there, and willy-nilly.
Bachelor buttons and blue bonnets
clothe the field with unsung sonnets.
Coreopsis and black-eyed Susans
frolic with their rambunctious cousins.
Of all the flowers God has wrought
I love the ones that were last thought.
Haphazard flair of wild flowers
bestow joy with dewy showers.
Categories:
bonnets, creation, environment, flower, garden,
Form:
Rhyme
So polite. Wearing gloves. And hats. Hair in Easter colors.
Church ladies; prissy, smiling, crackling in their perfumes.
Flowered dresses, sitting primly on the hard wooden pews,
Singing in loud overtones songs they have known for decades.
Smiling at the Easter bonnets, and the tiny white lace gloves
Worn only by them and the toddlers now, everyone else in
Blue jeans, plaids, regular street clothes,
Sunday best no longer applies
Still they come, in their lavender hair, wearing their Bibles
In sheaves and satchels, letting their slips hang a bit in back.
Not as lively as before, but still with sparks they throw the
Way of Old Bill, the only bachelor over eighty, the reason some still come.
Categories:
bonnets, christian, easter,
Form:
Free verse
Longing for heart-quiet
in the inevitable fall
into Winter’s short days of sun
forwarding to Spring’s
longer days — a circling back
in the sameness of time.
Heart-and-mind-numbing time
with no respite. A longing to quiet
those thoughts playing back
battle after battle. The awful
repetition. Mind and life wasting.
And, in the darkest season,
the conviction that the sun
will only half-rise in this lifetime
of mine. Feeling that sting
as from a bee’s disquiet
of green slumber. Swelling to a fault,
every damned day. Slamming me back,
season upon season. Holding me back.
Chilling me with doubt that sun-
shine can overcome rainfall
and that, invariably, given time,
better times will come and quietly
advance into Spring. Fast forward, past Spring
to Summer, and onto Fall springing
back to Winter, and round again. Flashbacks
ever more glaring under the sun, then, quite
out of the blue — a glance, a nod. Overrun
with fluttering, my heart paces in time
with fledging love’s free-fall.
And, with the passing of another Fall,
Winter heralds in the sweetest of Springs:
daffodils and Easter bonnets — a lifetime
of celebration ahead, no looking back.
Past risk and reason, I bask in the sun
that is love’s shine. Rain or shine, quiet
in the peace of it all, Fall after Fall, back
to Winter, Spring, Summer. Quiet as a Spring sun
bursting through clouds. Love, for all time, requited.
Categories:
bonnets, absence, autumn, conflict, easter,
Form:
Sestina
color, dance, imagery, inspirational, poetry, wind, word play,
In my pansy patch
The flower petals surround
Cherub expressions!
The pansy petals
Edge their small faces in bonnets
Framing heads so well
Flower pansy dresses
My petal faeries wear well
‘Show-offs’ with such airs!
My faerie pansies
Bow and bend to the winds song
Under the sky blue!
Butterfly sets down
Over the pansy’s to draw
Syrup in the cup!
Categories:
bonnets, color, dance, imagery, inspirational,
Form:
Haiku
Springtime has erupted; life's everywhere
With a fine chartreuse film that floats through the air.
The live oaks are blooming along with golden mesquite-
The scents of renewal are verdant and sweet.
Chameleon fields that change overnight;
A plethora of color; an artists delight
Yellow, so bright it hurts the eyes,
Covers the hills like a huge sunshine tide.
Pastures of green and wild onion white
Deceive the perception with flowered highlights.
Black and white calves frolic and play
Through the myriad of colors on display.
Seas of Indian paintbrush in brash scarlet red
Abut pink morning primrose, gently lifting its head;
Kaleidoscope gaillardia next to wine-colored phlox,
Mad impressionist Nature has pulled out the stops
Painting great Texas with colors galore
Then deciding to add just one color more
And up shoots the bonnets in startling blue.
Our states flower emblem, a salute to you.
JSC 2003
Categories:
bonnets, flower, nature, spring,
Form:
Rhyme