Best Cap Poems
He was known as Joltin John
With his baseball bat and his cap upon
He played the game with vigour and speed
Many a supporter said he was all that they need
Was born Guiseppe Paolo DiMaggio number eight child
Lived in America for his eighty four years 'til he died
Played as centre fielder during all his career
With the New York Yankees, who he held dear
Described by some as an uncaring brute
Responsible for Marilyn Monroe sliding into disrepute
With sedatives and such by dominating her so much
Controlling her career to stop her kissing men and such
He craved the limelight just for himself
Yet disliked Marilyn doing the same herself
Yet on the field he was no freak
Known for his 56 game hitting streak
Was MVP winner three times with determination
An all star in each of his thirteen seasons
You will find him in the baseball hall of fame
Look closely you will see his name
Was voted as sports living legend of all time
Was the baseball centennial year of nineteen sixty nine
His first wife was Dorothy Arnold an extra on the film
in which his minor role endured her to him
Married for just five years a son was born
Carries the name of Joseph John
In later years after the Arthur a Miller charade
DiMaggio rescued her from the tormented life she had
Would sit and read poetry on their latter years
Finding a Contentment that slated all fears
So this man had his bad points and good
Needed to reach his soul to be understood
Deep down inside he loved Marilyn for sure
This we will never find out, cos he is no more
He stands alone high in his baseball we surely know that
As a father and husband on his nose he fell flat
.
Remember when we see these idols it's all outer skin
We will never ever know what they are thinking within.
penned 20/4/2015
Categories:
cap, baseball,
Form:
Couplet
Crowning the mountain,
A tiara of sunrays:
Summit of glory.
Categories:
cap, nature
Form:
Haiku
Aching for my presence
she called me late one night.
She wanted to have
a night cap,
and she knows I do it right.
Forty five minutes later,
on the counties outer rim.
I pull into the driveway,
of her old
Victorian.
Striking lightly with my knuckles
on the front door made of oak.
she opens the door,
powder blue negligee
high heels.
My jaw hit the floor.
Caramel surprise,
nude, she's dressed to kill.
Candles glowing throughout the house
relaxing music in the distance.
She drops her robe,
standing there,
testing my resistance.
The curvature of her waistline,
tapering to long,
well toned thighs.
Breasts proportionate to her figure.
Standing six foot tall
is a beauty just my size.
Unable to control my sergeant,
she receives a standing ovation.
Reaching down, she caresses me,
what a wonderful sensation.
I push her onto the mattress,
forcing my way between her thighs.
She twists and turns violently,
whimpering a series
of sultry cries.
Jared Pickett
10/11/09
Asavvy1
Categories:
cap, love
Form:
Free verse
Neglige' i bought earlier
Inspired my creative
Genius for
Hot and steamy, yet
Tasteless strip show
Cognac with our meal
Along with lingerie, spark such
Playful moods..
Categories:
cap, passion
Form:
Acrostic
the underside
of the Snapple bottle cap
reads
that the nothingness
of a black hole
generates a sound
in the key of B flat
who can doubt
a Snapple cap
Categories:
cap, deep, funny, music, nature,
Form:
Blank verse
It's just too goo to be true,
in a crazy little crew,
drawing the ramps up,
dynamic slapstick-
always having food as thought,
the pummel on row,
which is 9000ft straight towards physical steal;
entered into a falsehood-
through made gravity stick,
and unleash the past!
Every loop an iron cross,
all dishes lost,
the accident,
the belonging,
On-
Time,
a relief rafter,
trapped her in a bastard-
livin' lavish though,
lacked her plaster!
I' reddemmed, but inside of your calculator...
Ready or not it's just like your liked NOT to come,
ingenious or not, it's indigenous laughter to rum.
Categories:
cap, age, business, faith, freedom,
Form:
Prose Poetry
He Wears His Golf Cap Up High
His eyes throw comic arrows at his golf shot
Juggernaut after another, and a turkey trot
Double fidgets, a puppet swing
Slices and hooks on a string
Knees and feet wobble, his lessons went to pot
10/20/17
FUNNY LIMERICKS-Poetry Contest-DNP
Categories:
cap, anger, golf,
Form:
Limerick
Now picture this little scene if you can
On our wedding night, a little humour I had planned
Came into the room looking svelte
Wearing only a Yankee cap and a belt
Needless to say it broke the ice and the night turned out grand
Categories:
cap, imagery,
Form:
Limerick
My blue, frayed Cubs cap
Here I hold you in my very own hands
As I look at this old, yet important cap
Many memories go back in many years
The first time I've received this cap
Was when my mother brought you home
As you were a brand-new cap
Bought from the store for five dollars
The happy times with my Cubs cap
From perfect pitches to walk-off hits
As thrown up in the air, this Cubs cap
Your victories will always bring me smiles
The sad times with my Cubs cap
From wild pitches to blown saves
As thrown to the ground, this Cubs cap
Your defeats have brought me tears
The surprising times with my Cubs cap
From listening Ron Santo to the rise of Rizzo
As worn on my head proudly, this Cubs cap
Your history will always give me hope
The many seasons gone through this cap
From playoff heartbreaks to division wins
As this once was a simple, new cap
With each passing year, it becomes old and frayed
In the future, I'll get a new Cubs cap
But this grown fan knows one thing for sure...
As I'll never throw you away, this old cap
My blue, frayed Cubs cap - you're my life's treasure
Categories:
cap, baseball, happiness, heartbreak, history,
Form:
Rhyme
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Categories:
cap, loss, love,
Form:
Free verse
Wearing Florence Nightingale's cap proudly like the pioneer herself
Carrying closely in the heart the ethics and standards held by "the lady with the lamp"
Caring, loving, teaching and treating with the same light
More rules and wider visions to provide the best practice possible
A most emotionally and physically draining job
Countless hours at the job, sometimes countless hours of self neglect
It's the passion, it's the demand, it's the responsibility
But the fire never dies, you still want to go on
You still want to do more
The rewards, the joys, the memories
Of touching someone beyond their illness
Of rekindling the light in someone who has lost hope
Of reminding someone their purpose in life
Of teaching someone how do it again and maybe a little different
For continuation of life
But sometimes different emotions arise
Anger, frustrations and complains from patients or families
Sometimes you wish you could prevent that
Sometimes you hope you are not part of that
But it happens, it's a lesson, it can be treated and you can heal.
Categories:
cap, career, tribute,
Form:
Free verse
If you want to keep money, then Panama's the one
Like a British Prime Minister or wealthy Baron
If you want all the riches, to be like a fat cat
Then throw your flat cap off, get a Panama hat
If you want bank accounts that no one can trace
Think like the Prime Minister, Panama's the place
For the rich and the wealthy, with a pay no tax think
A Panamatic paradise with no British link
One rule for the rich, one rule for the poor
We pay our taxes and they close that door
Tell the kids on the benefits, or on the minimum pay
£7.20 an hour with no tax to pay
A Panamatic paradise for the top of the tree
With the roots firmly planted for the you and the me
As the common masses, as the Hoi Polloi
No offshore accounts for us to enjoy
So put your clogs back on, put back that flat cap
For you would look silly in a Panama hat
An offshore account for the file and the rank
While under your floorboards sits your piggy bank.
Categories:
cap, self,
Form:
Rhyme
People laugh and make fun of me because I wear a coonskin cap.
But they'll stop laughing because I'm through taking their crap.
People say that my cap makes me look silly.
They say that it makes me look like a hillbilly.
This morning a city slicker called me a hick and he called my hound dog a mutt.
He was laughing very hard but he stopped when I put some buckshot in his butt.
He started running after I shot both of his cheeks.
He won't be able to sit down for about twelve weeks.
If you see me face to face, you may point, laugh and make fun.
But unless you want to visit a proctologist, you'd better remember that I own this shotgun.
(This is a fictional poem.)
Categories:
cap, funny, hilarious, humor,
Form:
Rhyme
Ball caps were styled in a way
To shade your eyes from the sun thru the day
The design was unique
In the front was a beak
Which sure did the trick I must say!
How many years have gone by
To guess - I won’t even try
But now I am vexed
Or you could say perplexed
Since cap wearing has all gone awry!
My query needs to be said
The answer I already dread
But I’ll give it a whack
Why wear the beak to the back
If you've no eyes in the back of your head?
Categories:
cap, confusion, funny
Form:
Limerick
Now picture this little scene if you can
On our wedding night, a little humour I had planned
Came into the room looking svelte
In only a baseball cap and a belt
It sure broke the ice and the night turned out grand
Categories:
cap, fun,
Form:
Limerick