Best Hatted Poems

Beach Blanket Bingo (The Fab Five)

B etty Lou, beautiful Katherine, and
E leanor, Nellie Sue and Bethany
A ll playing Bingo, on blankets in sand,
C hatted away, happy girls by the sea,
H eaven-sent sun beaming high in the sky.

B ethany said, “Girls, suck tummies in.
L ook. Over...

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Moon 
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Once night Gretta Foster sat in the backyard, 
building a rocket ship that ought to take her a-far, 
she had been working day and night - tirelessly, 
hammering, programming, all so dexterously. 
 
Then when the sun arose and sparkled in...

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Don’t know how it started, or how it ends
I’m older now then I will be then; when
I was scribing with quill, candle and scroll
A mind of dubiety, road full of holes
A wanderlust dream, of apples true taste
A destined arrival, from earth to space
Learning my place...

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Often times I dream of days gone past -
Although, I've not lived then -
Neither saddle or horse shoe cast:

Where was he when I first envisioned the outline of his long, hatted figure?
Atop a horse named, "Fourth of July" -
Montana perhaps or Wyoming is where he...

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Days’ End

Emeralds twinkling with evening diamonds,
Twilight planes flying through cotton ball clouds,
Wending weary workers traveling home,
A sole spectator sun-hatted watches.

The roar of rolling roads, a siren sound,
Like ants they crawl through streets to empty town.
The smell of smoke o’er charcoal lit fences
Tips of skyscrapers blazing...

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- Readers, I hope you forgive me.
I’m retracting some words I once said:
I'd planned to write just five of these tales
But I've added a sixth tale instead..


Night

The preacher was searching for Duchess
Also known as 'The Tabard Inn Cat'.
Scared by the storm she'd run out of...

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In Dickensian time 
Upon sunset hour
Overshadowing Thames
Is London Tower
Blackened cobble streets
Shimmer in the rain
Big Ben at Westminster
Chimes an eight bells refrain

At Euston Station
A passenger alights
On Platform 3
And enters the caff
for a nice cup of tea

At the local tavern
Behind steamy windows
The opportunists sit
Gleaning local gossip
Ever watchful...

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On caparisoned, filleted camels do they 
Over the great, soft, tawny sands 
Ride;
Unfurled flags and tribal standards flown amidst them, 
In the very midst of them-
Of they, who astride great tan camels,
Seem rather scandent and saltant.
These are the irregular, well-armed cavalry of the 
"Men In...

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Whenever I get in my car
It seems I don’t get very far
Before I spot the thing I dread
A man with a hat upon his head

He is a little older guy
And he won’t let me pass him by
He always drives a block long car
Ten miles an...

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Pt. I

The Lodger

Morning sneaked inside the flat and lit the dusty air
through holes in the torn curtains forming spotlights on the floor.
He woke from the discomfort of a night in his armchair
and stared at all the empty cans he'd finished hours before.

The window to the...

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My mind went for a walk, in the middle of the night, 
To a place full of colourful lights.
I was having a beer with Nelson Mandela, 
And we talked about our own civil rights.

He put down his drink and quietly said, 
“It always seems impossible...

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UNFINISHED  IN  CONNEMARA  


Small drizzle  -  or sea spray?
Wets the face - not enough to teardrop.


Above a cold damp brow,
Beads  edging down the black wool -
Not heavy enough to run, nor wet enough to drip.


Tiny Atlantic turbulence in my...

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Cut out of black paper
Japanese
Thrown before a sky

Of night milk
Janitress of a
Lower house

One toothed,
Point hatted,
Flying in front of a 

Victorian curtain
Two thirds storm,
One third dark....

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construction site
a 
      parade                                    ...

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Enea Gets the Red Hat

Finally, he's getting somewhere. 
Fifty years of age and almost crippled, 
prematurely aged, but at last, 
sweet recognition rains down 
on the poet. Kneeling before Calixtus, 
he accepts the Cardinal's hat. 
Fancy that. 

With every triumph, we're swept nearer Hell. 
Each...

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