Best Hats Poems
Hat-ni-sta you are a classy, intelligent, and ambitious lady
take the compliment, not being shady
Hat-ni-sta what a sexy, sexy Mademoiselle
I adore the hat, the dress as well
enjoy the journey, live your life
ignore the haters, their jealousy, and bitter strife!!!!
Hat-ni-sta you caught my eye and stole my heart
I have so much to say, taking my time trying to be smart
Hat-ni-sta every single night I dream of you
pretty lady, do you even have a clue.
Hat-ni-sta I'm ready for the journey, please lead the way
I have many, many thoughts, but only this to say
Hat-ni-sta seeing you, this will be a great day.
My mother's hats were beautiful,
With feathers and flowers and such.
She cared for them so carefully,
Small hands must never touch.
She always wore a hat to town,
To church or to lady's tea.
None looked as lovely in a hat
As my mama did to me.
She perched it high upon the top
Of her beautiful auburn hair.
When she went strolling with my dad,
They made a handsome pair.
I never thought of modest Mother
As "Puttin on the Ritz".
Her hats were her one small vanity,
As Ritzy as it gets.
My mother's hats are hanging now,
Heirlooms on my bedroom wall.
I see them there and think of her,
The fairest of them all.
By: Joyce Johnson
8/8/15
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
Why should the woods be caged
In order to look alike?
Multi-colored umbrellas
In the wild
Jailed in a hat
Mold makers with style
Colors, feathers, and sounds
Stomping off your mind
Vibrations dig up a smile
That cracks all the way
Up to your melting eyes
Emulators of light
Outsider tones
Flooding your speech
One slaughtered sheep
Absorbed by the void
Returns as gray, rolling spheres
With no value at all
Fish turn unable to drop
Their folded paper stones
Sand walkers of our world
Canned mushrooms lay ahead
They all look the same
Sons of a geometric shape
Nothingness growing up
Directly from your head
Falling around your neck
Stands locked, so it waits
For you to smash the jar
Revival of the white flash
Ideas should not fit in a hat....
When Santa visits the children each year
he ensures he takes all snowmen a gift.
They’re so happy and shed an icy tear
as they stand shivering in a snow drift.
He ensures he takes all snowmen a gift
knowing how keenly snowmen feel the cold,
as they stand shivering in a snow drift
the snowmen love these gifts so bright and bold
Knowing how keenly snowmen feel the cold
Mrs Claus makes them a new scarf and hat.
The snowmen love these gifts so bright and bold
their coal mouths grin just like a Cheshire cat.
Mrs Claus makes them a new scarf and hat
they’re so happy and shed an icy tear.
Their coal mouths grin just like a Cheshire cat
when Santa visits the children each year.
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my attempt at a simplistic limerick suite
thank you
"cats and hats"
I once went to the beach with hats
and noticed in the back seat were my cats
I couldn't leave them in the car
so we ended up sitting at the bar
later I placed them on cool mats
we stayed until the sun went down
in between they managed to be a clown
they nestled and played with my hats
in style as true diplomats
now for all it was a showdown
as our day was nearing end
we were happy and could not pretend
my cats were never alone
my love and patience had grown
but now my hats I need to mend
SkyWatcher
06-17-23
By Poet "Great memories are the best kind to have but some memories bring a waterfall of tears."
all little girls like to play dress up
mom had great hats, bags and pearls
her pretty white pearl necklace was long
around my neck
hitting my knees
her floppy hats were very colorful
the big red one almost covered my face
bringing out my pink rose blush tiny cheeks
I loved her big colorful bags
some with straps some with metal chains
playing for hours made me all grown up
at the time I did not know value
of this costume pretty white pearl necklace
a few dollars when new
years later I found them
new she only paid a few dollars
now all these years later I found them
where she left them sitting in an old box
the precious jewels I played with for hours
now with meaning more than if they were real pearls
some or side
set on head at the side
she ware them all
at all her calls
to teach and preach
she walk like a cat
move like a rat
in HER
my
GRANDMOTHER CHRUCH HAT
Life can be strange indeed. I, for instance wear many hats. I am a husband, a father, a grandfather, a Christian, not a Christian, a musician, a poet, an Intra faith proponent, an artist, a worship leader, a sinner, a naturalist, an evolutionist, a skeptic, a scientist, a creationist.......... etc....... .Generally, I question everything, and I happen to think that that is healthy. So, for instance, to make my point here, when I am a poet and I wish to express a concept or a string of thoughts, I can at times feel restricted by say, the Christian hat, or the scientist hat. It should, however not be that way. I should be free to express myself without constraint, should feel free, because we have freedom of speech, or do we? Do you get what I am getting at here? Any comments would be appreciated.
To add something else here, some time ago now, I was reading about Zen Buddhism, and I liked what I was reading and could identify with it. However, because in my circle of friends and acquaintances I am generally known as a Christian, I was restricted in expressing my joy and excitement about what I was reading about.
me, myself and I
take turns doing many tasks -
afterwards, we play!
For the Senryu on Your Own Existence Poetry contest of marvin celetial
(Based on the idiomatic expression: wearing many hats; for me, life is full when there is much to do, but it's interesting, and also, there is much fun to look forward to!)
HATS OFF TO MY MOTHER
Hats off to my mother! She did so much for me!
She fed me through her body before mine she did see.
She nearly died to have me, yet when she saw my face,
She cried for joy to see me; the pain was soon erased.
She nursed me at her bosom, she came there when I cried,
She hugged me oh, so closely, there at her precious side.
She changed my dirty diapers, she bathed me till I’m clean,
She helped me put my clothes on, then patched my torn up jeans.
She taught me through example, she showed me how to love,
She prayed there for me daily to God who lives above.
She made sure I obeyed her, she taught me great respect
For Dad and for my elders; and that I won’t forget.
She taught me about Jesus and how to pray and sing,
And how He died on Calvary, eternal life to bring.
Yes, mothers are so special; that’s why we meet today
And why this special Sunday, the second one in May,
To honor and commend her for all her special roles
In raising up her children with high and lofty goals.
As the help meet to her husband, she’s given now this praise
For caring for her children through those special early days.
I’m sad that there are mothers who don’t their role support,
Who’d rather be a prostitute or would their child abort,
Or who’d rather be a drinker, with no morals or no shame,
And try to make excuses or place on others blame.
“The hand that rocks the cradle will surely rule the earth”;
And mothers are so special from conception right through birth.
So to those who are Godly, “Hats off” to you we say;
We want more mothers like you, and for you now we pray.
This poem waswrote with my granddaughter in mind.
CRAZY HATS
I wore a crazy hat to school today.
Everyone starred at me with nothing to say.
Then they asked where did you get that hat.
Surprised I said I got it from a red,white cat.
I wore the crazy hat so everyone would see.
What a special friend I could be.
So I wore a crazy hat one day to school.
All the kids said that crazy hat is really cool.
Teresa Skyles
Have you heard the term “man of many hats”
Well you sure haven't heard this version!
When I wear a cowboy hat and saddle up
I'm Jesse James, an amazing conversion!
At times I feel brave and put on a fireman's hat
The wee kiddies all wanna be my friend!
Tell them I was once knighted by the queen
Probably lying's not a good message to send!
The hard steel hat of a construction worker
Turns me into a this macho type man!
The only problem is, I'm scared silly of heights
And I make lots of trips to the can!
Once put on the hat of a big strong viking
Sure scared all the people around me!
Pulled out my sword to impress them all
Ended up cutting myself quite badly!
The ultimate though is when I wear a fedora
I look handsome and quite debonair!
Till I speak and I sound like a Donald Duck
My image needs a lot of repair!
Guess I'm most comfortable in my jester hat
Tried others but this fits me the best!
My goal is to put a smile on some faces
All my friends with whom I've been blessed!
© Jack Ellison 2015
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