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,...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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