Bowtie Poems | Examples

THE MOUSE WITH THE HAT

THE MOUSE WITH THE HAT

But wait, is that a mouse with a hat
Tilted sideways in a most casual way
I guess it must be going somewhere
Scuttling along with a purposeful air
Perhaps to meet another once there
At some fancy formal dress up affair
And it may even be that special day
But a bowtie, so few expecting that

Musings At Sunset, On Seashore

Does he notice? I scribble,
gripping my writer’s notebook
with the steady grip that I can only
manage when on vacation.
I write about the way he stands,
face to the incoming sea breeze,
shoes to the salt water,
not stepping back or caring.

Nor should I care: I write about
the fact that I do not care.

I write about the plaid flannel shirt,
the bowtie shaped like a fish,
the shoes so soaked now they might as well
be fish too.

I am writing out of scientific interest;
I am the objective observer,
the being who puts no feelings to things,
no personal engagements.

Adding to my observations, I notice
gleaming rings, high hair, a look
of contentment, or perhaps concentration.

I am concentrating as well;
science requires it–
until that glassy screen separating the observer
from the observed is
broken
by a left turn of the high-haired head
whose eyes meet my own.

The Fish Rots From the Head

Fish and chips and a pint of dark brew.
Malt vinegar and lashings of salt.
A fish dinner served up
by a truck in a newspaper cone.

That was then, that was before
taste buds got hard boiled,
before the bowtie culture wars.

Pickled onions are now too small
they should have stayed big and brown
something saucy and sour to munch on
while walking around London town.

Peas pudding, jellied eels,
pork pie to tempt our eyes.
Mostly all gone
or not the same.
Shame,
for now we are cosmopolitan
even here in the Midwest
we are upscale in the fine dining fare.

French, Italian, Bolivian, Mongolian,
Mexican and Estonian, it's all good
or can be, but

fish and chips wrapped in newspaper,
nothing better!

Comical Cat With His Embellished Hat

Comical Cat with his embellished top hat
Sat at the table with an ugly vampire bat
Along came a bee, all fluffy and phat.
We will be joined shortly by my friend, Freddy Gnat.

Do you like my burgundy ribbon? Asked the cat
Showing off his silky flamboyance, so shiny and fat.
Not as much as your bowtie, said Freddy the gnat.
Eyeing a small inviting hole in Comical Cat’s gorgeous hat.

In the Mood

Laura was couer-shaped,
the way her knees blossomed out,
magenta, genie-like sheer. She blew
kisses like cultivated fleurs de jour.
Her drooping necklace, a frolic of felicity.
Laura’s bodysuit pink — a glittering
off the shoulder bonbon,
holding perfect ample
and youthful bosoms.

Sam was blond,
a sunny-yellow brooding type. As Laura
faced West, He faced East. She leaned
against his ebony suit.
He wore a bowtie, not one that spins;
a scholarly erudite.
His cerulean shirt bleeds
deep in his heart, blue skies
infused into his profound eyes.

The third party, a french painter —
a poet, a woman’s woman.
Her husband gathered the flotsam —
driftwood to hang
on my wall. Romantic
whimsy gets me in the mood.

8/10/2020

Froggy

Froggy  with his eyes wide open
Met Ms Froggy  full of hopin’
Had a basket on his arm
On his way to Ms Froggy’s farm
A baloney sandwich made with care
A chicken leg that they could share
Strawberries and a watermelon
Milk – about a good half gallon
A lunch to share with that young Ms
And maybe then to share a kiss
A pink bowtie this frog was sportin’
Back when Froggy went acourtin’

Pink Flower

pink flower, pink flower.
one for me, one for he.
we dare not look into our togetherness eyes,
a bit shy.
my pink perkiness in a heart shape -
my billowing knees.

pink flower, pink flower.
one for me, one for he.
the yellow power of his hair.
my brunette cascade over naked shoulders.
will he dare to turn my way?
he loves me? he loves me not?

pink flower, pink flower.
one for me, one for he.
his blackened bowtie and electric blue shirt.
a johnny cash suit, an orange and tan boot.
does he know i'm here?
so afraid to look.

pink flower, pink flower.
one for me, one for he.
a sparkling silver and magenta torso.
my back gently leans, barely touching.
he looks that way, i look the other.
will our eyes meet?

pink flower, pink flower.
one for me, one for he.
the artist brush tickles
but we hold our stance.
sparks petrified on marine wood - 
the circumference of our first dalliance.

3/11/2019

The Magician

Black Powder
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He waits offstage, his posture tense,
his gaze locked on the audience -
his first in years.

He blots the sweat that wets his face,
then walks onstage and gets in place,
amidst their cheers.

In bowtie, vest and dinner tails,
he's dressed down to his fingernails.
His face is flushed.

His eyes close tight, his breathing slows,
beyond his sight, the tension grows
The house is hushed...

If he can pull from knurled old trunks,
the Magic that their world debunks,
he can pretend

(at least until the curtain rolls) 
it's still his show, and he controls
it in the end.

Illusion casts no lasting spell.
No, in conclusion, he's not well, 
so... shifting gears,

he lifts his hat to loud applause,
black powder sifting out like gauze...

and disappears... *


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Hoo-Ya, Hoo-Ya, Ziss Boom Bah

Hoo-ya, hoo-ya, ziss boom bah!
My doctor has given me a thumbs up
I'm good to go for another year
Let's see, how should I celebrate?
Perhaps I'll try going a day without my walker
Just kidding! I don't use a walker

Hoo-ya, hoo-ya, ziss boom bah!
Maybe I'll try dressing myself today
Last time I tried that, I wore checks with stripes
A major “faux pas” in the fashion world
I was laughed out of the local coffee shop
Perhaps coz I was wearing shorts, a bowtie
And NOTHING else!!!

Hoo-ya, hoo-ya, ziss boom bah!
My adult diapers are starting to give me a rash
Methinks it's those damn No-Name brands
People kept asking, “Why are you walking that way?”
Told them it's an old war injury!

Hoo-ya, hoo-ya, ziss boom bah!
Gonna close now, wife Cathie made me some porridge
Told me it's good for my toidy habits
She usually knows what's best for me so I listen
The doc just gave me a thumbs up
So I'll keep doing what Cathie says!

Hoo-Ya, Hoo-Ya, Ziss Boom Bah

Hoo-ya, hoo-ya, ziss boom bah!
My doctor has given me a thumbs up
I'm good to go for another year
Let's see, how should I celebrate?
Perhaps I'll try going a day without my walker
Just kidding! I don't use a walker

Hoo-ya, hoo-ya, ziss boom bah!
Maybe I'll try dressing myself today
Last time I tried that, I wore checks with stripes
A major “faut pas” in the fashion world
I was laughed out of the local coffee shop
Perhaps coz I was wearing shorts, a bowtie
And NOTHING else!!!

Hoo-ya, hoo-ya, ziss boom bah!
My adult diapers are starting to give me a rash
Methinks it's those damn No-Name brands
People kept asking, “Why are you walking that way?”
Told them it's an old war injury!

Hoo-ya, hoo-ya, ziss boom bah!
Gonna close now. Wife Cathie made me some porridge
Told me it's good for my toidy habits
She usually knows what's best for me so I listen
The doc just gave me a thumbs up
So I'll keep doing what Cathie says!

Brad the Grad

There once was a boy named Brad
Loved to wear a bowtie made of plaid
He looked like a nerd the way he was clad
But he barely knew how to add

Get some sun kept repeating his dad
Couch potato is a real bad fad
There are things to do a whole myriad
Soon when school’s out you’ll be a grad

Time to plan your life, my lad
Gear up to be happy not sad   
Sharpen your skills to be had   
The last thing you want is a life that’s bad

Motivated, in the paper Brad found an ad
For participants in the Olympiad
He lined up and was glad
'Cause he won a trip to Trinidad   



AP: Honorable Mention 2021

Submitted on March 3, 2018

Trip We Will Never Forget

Trip We Will Never Forget

I always had wondered just how wacky
Was my wife who is a luscious lovely lady
Who around world wanted to go on a cruise
And taking me along with her to amuse.

Sailed and smiled in and out of each port
An envoy of entertainers served as escort
And wherever we had gone or tried to go
Was through difficult traffic and very slow.

Meals served were meant for king and queen
Together we sure made such a terrific scene
Me in my tuxedo with bright colored bowtie
You in a dress that always caught my eye.

You certainly looked like an angel in disguise
Who from heaven had dropped out of the skies
While travelling I spoke with voice so eloquent
Full of power and authority wherever we went.

What had proved to be most interesting to me
While we traveled together had started to see
As great trip continued on and time went by
You were not ever with I but some other guy.

James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet

I had a friend who was stationed in Thailand
and ended up with agent orange when his
was 70 over 50 years later. We were in the
Air Force together and both ended up with
degrees using the GI Bill. Wow.

Androgynous Angel- a Tribute

Androgynous Angel in white
Wings of satin about to take flight 
like some Space Oddity
searching for a bit of life. 
I gaze in fascination at this being
which entered my house as a vinyl cover.
You flirt around my consciousness
morphing again and again;
speaking to me from your place on the wall.
Rebel Rebel is your rally call.
Let's dance in red shoes and blue jeans
until we’re dancing in the streets, 
unified by the music.

But you didn't stop there.
You surprised us with 
a kiss of modern love
and absolute color blindness--
sloughing the image once again
from rainbows to black suits and fashion models.
You made non-conformity the norm
And did it in style.
If only you could have stayed
a little while longer...
You paved the way for new sounds; 
who will be a trailblazer now?
As your flitting around in celestial skies
an androgynous angel taking that 
heavenly chorus to new heights.


(Written and performed for World Open Poetry Mic on January 15, 2016 David Bowtie tribute segment.)

Hoo-Ya, Hoo-Ya, Ziss Boom Bah

Hoo-ya, hoo-ya, ziss boom bah!
My doctor has given me a thumbs up
I'm good to go for another year
Let's see, how should I celebrate?
Perhaps I'll try going a day without my walker
Just kidding! I don't use a walker

Hoo-ya, hoo-ya, ziss boom bah!
Maybe I'll try dressing myself today
Last time I tried that, I wore checks with stripes
A major “faut pas” in the fashion world
I was laughed out of the local coffee shop
Perhaps coz I was wearing shorts, a bowtie
And NOTHING else!!!

Hoo-ya, hoo-ya, ziss boom bah!
My adult diapers are starting to give me a rash
Methinks it's those damn No-Name brands
People kept asking, “Why are you walking that way?”
Told them it's an old war injury!

Hoo-ya, hoo-ya, ziss boom bah!
Gonna close now. Wife Cathie made me some porridge
Told me it's good for my toidy habits
She usually knows what's best for me so I listen
The doc just gave me a thumbs up
So I'll keep doing what Cathie says!


© Jack Ellison 2014

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