Oh, curly hair, why must you be so bold?
A swimming cap's coming, get ready to be cold!
You twist and you turn, you fight and you flee
but I'll get you covered, just you wait and see!
The cap's a tight fit, it's a curly squeeze
my hair's putting up a fight, with all its might and ease.
I'm stretching and pulling, with grunts and with groans.
Till, finally! It's on and my curls are like stones!
Now! I'm a smooth operator, a sight to behold.
My curly hair's subdued, like a story untold.
I'm ready to splash, with a grin on my face
and my hair will be fine, in its designated place!
I had worn the hat almost to death
It was a fishing cap, with a picture
Cannot remember what the picture was now
it had worn off a long time ago
It had fallen in the lake several times
but I always retrieved it, because it was green
My favorite color, and it had been my Daddy’s
It used to smell like him.
The seams had split, and the brim was peeling
It had slashes in it, as if it had been knifed
I am sure it was at least fifty years old
I kept it until it no longer smelled like Daddy.
David "Davy" Crockett,
wore a coonskin cap not a pretty flowery locket.
Was he the "King of the Wild Frontier"?
The bears would hide from him in fear.
In 1834, David "Davy" Crockett published an autobiography, A Narrative of the Life of David Crockett of the State of Tennessee. Many have written about him.
No cap, that's how I roll
My story, totally whole
No faking a single part,
Just open; an honest heart
My spirit shines bright,
A natural, easy light
Words flow, a friendly stream,
Living out my best dream
Connections bloom,
Chasing away all gloom
A good vibe I share,
With rizz in the air
No ceiling above,
Just freedom, full of love
I live with no cap, you see,
The real, the happy, the me
The premise goes everyone knows
before entering the premises
while still outside yet on the mat
it's no gentleman who forgets
to doff his cap or remove his hat
if dining out or at a private party
for a particular person
it's impolite at most
to sip slurp or slink a drink
before the toast to a hospitable host
and when beside the table laden
confronted by the salsa bowl
biting then re-dipping chips
the most unmannerly of all
is he (or she) who double-dips
Words: Use the following words in a poem. Pretzels, shout, threshold, pine, now, sulfur, ladybug, percolate, cap and lamp
Let’s give a shout out
to the one who eats hot
salty soft pretzels.
Who holds a pine scented
lamp that sputters and flares
in the darkest night.
While they watch gooey
black tar percolate from
the bowls of the earth.
A cautious ladybug creeps
across the felt cap of
of the pretzel eater.
Now is the time to swat
the nefarious ladybug
as she steels across their cap.
Smack! The ladybug is
no more as a sudden soft scent
of sulfur permeates the air.
Little Red-Cap, I can see
no wolf would ever bother thee.
You'd not buy the masquerade
of his best laid plans, misplayed.
As I'm not the lupine brand,
would you gently take my hand?
Cap a pie, steady as she goes,
walk tighter than a dollar bill;
When life’s banana peel arose?
Cap a pie, steady as she goes;
Shuddery prose she will compose,
Jenga tower of dreams, be still!
Cap a pie, steady as she goes,
walk tighter than a dollar bill.
Is it pandering?
Will camo hat with name do them any good?
Next will be the dead deer draped across the hood.
ha ha
I just thought of something stupid. Deer can't read.
I wore my thoughts on my head like a ball cap today
Ready to take off and disregard
or to turn around, tilted in the opposite direction
Easy to grab at, to throw away, to steal,
to sneakily hide a lost trinket underneath.
I am unbalanced like a scale
trying to measure dancers
as they prance about unwavering to any schedule or song.
I am a thrash of discombobulated noises and symphonies,
never harmonizing quite right but still quite beautifully
Imperfect.
I wore my heart in my hair today, let it ruffle in the wind
allowed the speed of an old beat up car roar its engines
like it was reliving her glory days
and I was alive again.
I hung my past up on the clotheslines in my backyard to dry out,
but it rained and that seems to be the story of my life.
At the end of the day
my thoughts are all but worn out completely
ready to be chucked away like a sweat drenched Sunday thinking cap.
Yea, I'll say,
My crown wore a dream:
That, someday,
I'd be found as king;
Preparing to cater,
In sympathy,
Let each waiter,
Be friends with me –
her till and toil in the heat of summer are not past times
July 29, 2023.
Bottle cap in the sand.
forsaken barren beach.
Towel colors once grand
diminished by sun’s bleach.
Tropical paradise
long left barren by man.
Hurricane a surprise,
deserted without plan.
Collapsed plastic beach balls
strewn among the seaweeds.
Once bright the eye recalls,
but now the sight recedes.
Hibiscus trees deflexed,
entwined with pale, pinched palms.
Verdant life springs forth vexed.
The damaged, begging alms.
Flora and fauna rise;
slow repristination.
Beach in rousing reprise,
resplendent salvation.
Utopia restored;
Nature’s tacit accord.
Across my street with sidewalks
shaded by fluttering oak trees,
there's a gardener with the army cap...
while rascals laugh and play nasty rap;
how well tends to his garden without weeds,
how glad he is when neighbors clap,
and he works serenely in this noiseless haven!
Then, Sterlings with colorful wings swap down
to steal his lavenders, he chases them away
with a voice that frightens playful squirrels:
" Leave them alone, let the buzzing bees
turn their mild nectar into sweet honey! "
In the middle of April he wears old camouflaged shorts,
he's amused by a passerby who flashes admiring looks;
" Good morning, Pete: your garden is too pretty! "
" Thank you, John: it makes me proud and happy! "
Each charming flower in his garden has a beauty of its own,
"Ah, youth is a beautiful flower but withers with time! "
He exclaims shedding tears that sunlight makes sparkle,
he has lived a full life and his adventurous days darkle,
and finding something to do boosts his esteem, he feels fine;
do regrets ever embitter him remembering his wife Sharon?
It is not that Lamb did not like her new flowered swim cap.
She loved it, and it fit her, making her feel snappity snap.
But the rest of the lambs were bleating about it in mean ways.
Don’t worry, said her friend Lucy, it gives your face a raise!
It is chic and sleek, and the petals are engraved just right.
To me, when you wear it, you are kind of “out of sight”.
So with confidence Lamb wore her new cap to swim.
It gave her a jazzy feeling, increasing her prancy dancy vim.
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