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Level and Steady
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-Pedal Point Harmony
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By:Palette Gimbal
The photo would be perfect
something that satifies
the soul. beautifu lEnvironmental Portraiture
one decribed the doings.
rich textures to leather saddles and dusty trails
tilting the camera or drone nose up and down
on the vertical axis to get that perfect
golden hour photo
the low sun light of morning or evening
to satisfy the eyes, my objective is to avoid
curved lines in my image fisheye distortion
are what I am looking to acheive here
All these will be done in first person veiw
than I'll have photos made to capture that perfect image
of a beautiful place these folks
call theres.
Pitch: Tilting the camera or drone nose up and down on the vertical axi
A squirrel named Bree
loved honey so much
she wore it as fashion.
She plopped a honeycomb
right on her head~
a golden, gooey crown.
Bees buzzed around
like tiny paparazzi,
snapping sweet selfies.
And Bree just grinned,
sticky and proud,
the queen of honey hats.
Illuminati now making loud stinky farties
so angry becoming diddle dandy scoffing smarties
White Hats feeding fat black garden cats, maybe rats
getting ready for a collapse, no space for relapse !
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I used to wear hats all the time.
Maybe a baseball cap that looks like a slice of lime.
Or a teal beanie that feels slightly warm-ish.
Maybe one that has embroidery of a fish!
Where did these hats go?
I don’t think they get lost in the snow.
Just in my bedroom all over the place.
Orbiting my mind like outer space.
My favorite hat of all.
Got lost in a bathroom stall.
Was covered in stripes and mostly pink.
Could it have been set down by the sink?
I liked to wear hats when I was younger.
I had so many, it was a hunger.
But when I lost her.
I lost all interest right after.
When she was gone like a flung rubber band.
It felt like howling sand.
So I stopped wearing hats and felt bare.
She wasn’t there to notice or care…
It wasn’t just my style that was thrown away.
It was us who hung out all day.
And she was gone as fast as that pink hat in the bathroom.
As if down the drain but we can’t assume.
The accident happened and tore me apart.
She was like a straw hat, flying away from my heart.
Reviled Comedic Mongrel Pariahs
No more endorsement i feel? is required )
A windswept mist whispers possibility
trickling down cheeks of strangers as she sashays on
Main Street’s square bares a brimming moon
hammocked on a muted sundown’s casting glow
Eclipsing from view is the last café,
a perky bouquet, a lonely sojourner
fleur-de-lis— yellow iris profuse
With an unwavering discipline held
as if carrying the coat of arms
Gisèle proceeds down the rue de chagrin
Withered and wise they sat
Wind blown black satin hats
Weather did not matter
Weird cats candy clatter
Warm was spiced pumpkin soup
Witches Halloween snoop
White Light flash, what a sight !
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[Ghouls and Goblins /Halloween Theme Contest]
Sponsor : Joseph May
27.9.25]
FIRST PLACING : Standard Contest
By Poet "Great memories are the best kind to have but some memories bring a waterfall of tears."
all little girls like to play dress up
mom had great hats, bags and pearls
her pretty white pearl necklace was long
around my neck
hitting my knees
her floppy hats were very colorful
the big red one almost covered my face
bringing out my pink rose blush tiny cheeks
I loved her big colorful bags
some with straps some with metal chains
playing for hours made me all grown up
at the time I did not know value
of this costume pretty white pearl necklace
a few dollars when new
years later I found them
new she only paid a few dollars
now all these years later I found them
where she left them sitting in an old box
the precious jewels I played with for hours
now with meaning more than if they were real pearls
I am simple yet complex in my simplicity;
I have many masks and facets,
and will wear a multitude of hats.
I show the me I need you to see,
you'll never know the whole of me.
I am the person I want you to see
and am only satisfied if you're baffled
by the multiplicity of me.
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Submitted on July 24, 2025 for contest MULTIPLICITY OF THE SELF sponsored by ALICE REYNOLDS
If
I eat
today’s feast,
it will be brimmed
With tastes of daring
flavors inside for sure,
spicy with a pinch of shame.
But truth be told, the bite is good,
teaches me to keep my opinions
Cause I have eaten a few hats in life.
Throughout the years, my kids had
A variety of hats,
Along with all the books and dolls
And games and baseball bats.
A few were parts of costumes
Or vacation souvenirs,
While others served as props
For princesses or buccaneers.
Though most have long been cast away,
Some managed to hang on –
The pirate and top hats are here;
The cowboy hats are gone.
Yet still, I felt a little pang
When throwing out the trash
And there, with all the magazines
Was something from the stash.
A plastic Viking headpiece
With, on either side, a horn.
I have a photo of my son
From when that hat was worn.
It served its purpose and is now
Bashed up and way too small.
Though I felt sad to throw it out,
My son won’t care at all.
Today a tribute to women…to women everywhere
A simple acknowledgment of all the hats you wear…
And men…if you hadn’t thought of this before…
A little something to make you think:
A mother, a secretary, a teacher
a chauffeur, a maid, a counselor
a cook and a cleaner walk into a bar….
And then she sits down and orders a drink.
He rode a horse he got thrown off
Onto the ground his head hit first
In a pile of manure horses pie
On top of his head he lie
Looked like a derby hat yah!
Getty-ap
Laddie look like a hat he wore
But it was just a pile of manure
She was a fair black lady
At the hair dresser
The weather man say yesterday
It’s gonna be sunny and bright
Yet, when the young lady left out the hair dresser
It thundered and began to rain
Uncovered her hair got wet frizzled and fuff-up
She looked like a cotton ball, now all wet she wore a afro
Lasses look like she wearin a British hat
2/14/24
For Put Yer Funny Hats On Laddies (Lasses Too) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Tom Woody
Heads insulation
many colors worn
everyone has a favorite
My freshman reading list is
Thomas Payne, Marx, Engels, Lenin, Trotsky
The prof is not one to pitschky-potschky
The leaders to be studied will be
Elijah Muhammed, Stalin, Castro, Marx, and Xi
I wonder why A.H. is an absentee
O, I get it -- Good things come in fives
USA, Russia, China, Cuba and Syria
Nazi Germany too busy taking lives
Looking forward to an action-packed semester
in this new course called ~
'Proud Traditions of our Ancestors'
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