Felt Hat Poems - Poems about Felt Hat

...The coin has two sides on it, and if you have time you must examine all the details on it, the unique strokes around the circumference will lead you towards the spell bound heavens, the head and the ......Read the rest...

... "I follow the Moskva and down to Gorky Park- listening to the winds of change" - Scorpions All the heads of state and their spouses (or significant others) have arrived and been seated for thi......Read the rest...

...The horse is galloping down the road with a story that is untold; the horse is galloping down the road with a saddle on its back and a book tucked underneath with a message that is deep. I have been ......Read the rest...

...You came into her house through the kitchen. The big door in from the front porch Hadn't been used for years; Furniture stood hard against it. A knock at the front door meant a stranger. Aunt......Read the rest...

...An old felt hat adorned her head Her wicker basket on her arm A life alone, she'd never wed, A gentle soul, so full of charm. A tootle down the shop most days A warm "hello" she had for all, ......Read the rest...

...I sometimes sit At the train station And watch the people Go by. They sweep past Hurriedly, filling the quiet Of my thoughts With bustling energy. Then a little one’s head Will turn, inqu......Read the rest...

...You remember me from my past books I remember you from your scouring looks No sales were made; I landed a job that’s not obscure selling newspapers on the corner is my entrepreneur Sales beg......Read the rest...

...He was a silver tongued devil from New Orleans Carried a new deck of cards in a locked brief case He came up to Texas in a pair of pressed jeans With a stiff demeanor they called a poker face H......Read the rest...

...Everyone has his four o’clock there is no doubt about that Everyone has his four o’ clock even if he wears a cowboy’s hat Everyone has his four o’ clock even if he roams around in a bureaucrat’s fe......Read the rest...

...Down to his last silver dollar, Had been for many a year, Caleb felt rich as long as He had that last dollar near. He’d made a million, believe it. And through his fingers, went it all He wa......Read the rest...

...Phantom of the Opera I stand and watch from my box five And listen to the most beautiful Nightingale I could stay awake till wee hours of dawn gale Listening to her melodic voic......Read the rest...

...City across the water, night by violet aurora Los Angeles, we're further south than I thought (than we should be) I take a strewn-bark trail to get a better view Hand me the camera, Polaroids in q......Read the rest...

... Naked death …the barred and sealed cattle wagons disgorge at the Konzentrazionslager the faux pas relief from urine mud faeces sweat and tears unkempt......Read the rest...

...Between 96th and 104th Street on Broadway A mid age man holds high his bible as he shouts and struts. From year to year he holds his route When day is lit or turns to night His chants I hear in......Read the rest...

...I read Darryl Ashton’s poem Called Pinocchio Rex and this brought back memories of a childhood incident When I grew up we had a smallholding – the house was called ‘Longacre’ as we had over an......Read the rest...