Queen Cat is a snapchat sensation
Ten million followers log into her site daily
To view her outfits and her headdresses
To see what she eats for lunch, dinner and supper
To view which friends have come over to dine
On Monday Queen Cat was dressed as a flapper
Tuesday she was a pirate queen, Wednesday a frog
This is Thursday; her site has not been updated yet
Millions of viewers are logged in, breathlessly waiting
They want to see her calendar
What are Queen Cat’s plans for today?
Queen Cat’s owner has quit her day job
Advertisers have turned her hobby into a career.
She has made over a million dollars with this site.
She logs in and begins posting photos.
Categories:
headdresses, cat,
Form: Free verse
Sine Wave replicated the Hand whistle, a drum and
bass and tremble guitar fused with a funky mix of
in opposition tothe fella's camped further in the distance.
There a banjo and fiddle were played while a crooner
serenaded the dust clouds kicked up the drunken
cowpokes.
While the Elders sleep or were to drunk to refuse them
wise mid twentyish people grabbed instruments and
went into the barn and began to
fuse there style
with sounds that were never heard before. A member
of the orchestra used his influence to
convince these busy hard working people
to make time to get together
and create music. The way music needs to be appreciated.
Night hides the meanest of day
but moring tell the true story
if she'll go
or if she'll stay
Regional flavors
Capsicum Annuun
Hot Peppers and Milk
Pizzicato wash your hands
begore you pull
them strang's
Headdresses and Cowboy hats
Hazing a Tenderfoot
Categories:
headdresses, business, culture, endurance, guitar,
Form: Bio
OLD AND NEW 2 : BOARDROOM
Jackal preyed on dimpled dolls
smiling gold on slender wrist
nosing down a slippery path
scowling schoolboy promoted
beyond his mediocre castle
Mammals sat on polished teak
coiffed moustaches, tonged peaks
feeding unclipped grapevines
old words and wounds
eating raisin muffins
Falcon scribbled notes
watching eyes serving
newly ordained masters
legalese from a previous
age flowed from fine shifting
fingers in a cage
Overgrown thyroid sat there
his infantry lost in teeming
townships blaring transistors
interrogators of another time
peeped at a polished tiger-eye
on his seat
Minds like noisy tools
drilled atomic holes in
the boardroom table
beaded headdresses falling
from fat oozing french seams
They will learn Christmas carols
in mint retirement homes
when the table losses its legs
©GhairoDanielsPoetry1997
Categories:
headdresses, africa, allegory, confusion, extended
Form: Political Verse
~*~*~*~
A ROCKETTE
Of course, I always wanted to be.
With tanned long legs, so heavenly.
To be on stage, with wild headdresses,
And to have a lover waiting for me
with flowers and warm caresses.
Costumes are grand, lovely things,
And music makes my soul ring.
At night, now, with the stars all aglow.
In my beautiful dreams,
I am a Rockette, the hit of the show!
1/21/2021
Rockettte Dancers Perform in NYC
Radio City Music Hall
~3~
Categories:
headdresses, dance, dream, fantasy, imagery,
Form: Couplet
fluffy delight
left by grateful spirit
found sometimes on headdresses
or risqué fan dancers
or Bob Mackie’s Cher costumes
decorative in all ways
especially if you are a bird
owls are short changed though
White ones, blue ones, red ones
I feel honored as I find them
Male peacocks though, oh, my!
Nothing better!
Categories:
headdresses, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Free verse
A myth and a fable can be found on a table. When an old man does look in an ancient book. Dragons and periodic charts do not mix. But historical inaccuracies a horse with wings can fix. Flee flee flee little mice. For that watering hole will attract bison. Heavy bodies and lots of hooves. Oh dear. It is never to be said that the honest truth of a pillar in a dome is slated with a burning bushel. But when a bushel of faith is carried by either a sea maiden or a voyaging spring queen the time for flutists,piccolo players and harpists is rife. And turbans link to dance and jump, headdresses and bangles leap in feathered and clawed unison (circling), moon painted bodies of the tribal ones wave spears, and all is a united effort. All is a unison. Globally positioned. But no monetary aim. So take a mixing bowl and create two hundred and eighty-nine deserts on ten minutes. Great. Kiss then. Good. *** horticultural horse hoeing horizontally and a big sneeze from a teacup. Fantastic so clap clap clap. Monetization Z
Categories:
headdresses, anxiety, appreciation, assonance,
Form: I do not know?
Blue bird,pink bird,orange bird,black bird. Wow. A beak festival. No headdresses required. Just peck peck peck. Now that is remarkable particularly when in such perfected rhythm. Thrusting throwing thieving taking telling. And a bowl of grain giggling to a floor. "I contain" said the bowl. "Whilst you are simply walked on, brushed and hoovered". Then a spotty bird flew in and landed on the doormat singing. To which there was a resulting silence from the colourful feathers. But to arrange is not to dominate. Or dedicate. Nor is it to designate. Meeting movingly mingling minds. The birds stood facing. Then a racoon entered the building with a large multi track cd player. To this there was response. Much swooping. Much flapping. And all formations were displayed. Such wondrous colour. Charms. Cape not a crampon then. Bowl span. Guidelines. *** ornithological z
Categories:
headdresses, beach, beautiful,
Form: I do not know?
Jingaling sticks, headdresses bright
Like full-bellied lightning bugs
They shook with flight
Categories:
headdresses, travel, uplifting
Form: Enclosed Rhyme
Little Indian girls
with their wild dark braids
running barefoot
whisper in the wind
a call to their wild horses
untamable as a true
Indian brave is
feathers of red and yellow
make up their headdresses
as they gallop into the silent arms of the forest
depths
chanting their tribal commands
for the race has begun
first one back to the tribe
is blessed by the strong hand
of the chiefs
such an honor is such
and my steed rides me swiftly
like lightning to victory
I am the chiefs daughter
Tigerfoot is my name.
Categories:
headdresses, adventure, family, imagination, native
Form: I do not know?
The world was a cold place
in the time of hats.
The past, and would be present place
a cold place.
Fedoras, Stetsons, and Stovepipe hats
Scottish Tam o’shanters, Raccoon caps
and feathered headdresses,
lay upon the pate of man.
The world was a cold place,
small critters fled from the trappers lures.
Beaver and rabbit skins made up
Chimney Pots hats for
frontiersmen and Presidents.
The West was far and wide,
the Indians, the buffalo,
and the wild mustangs
roamed the range, free.
The world was a cold place
and folks needed to cover their scalps
IF they want to keep them.
Hats are returning now
for the world is again a cold place
more than the little critters should run in fear.
Categories:
headdresses, adventure, cowboy-western, education, history,
Form: Free verse
Steep-roofed great oak doors sheen of sheilds
Deep tombs stones shrines honoured dead
distant past creaking of rafters carved red oak
Stones in a mysterious rivers course.............
the rush of life whirl past ancient ships
Rams skull masks crescent moons..........
deep three beat rythum of skin drums..........
The raging seas hurled him high a wave
crashed over him as he clung on to a piece
of driftwood almost tearing him clean.
Majestic mountains on the horizon ...........
shimmering in a haze of heat ...................
An abundance of rain and rich fertile soil
The peeling of the bells swelled heavily
The women's crowns , veils and pointed
headdresses trailing fur trimmed mantles
A young knight on a white horse the squire
dropped from his perch on the ramparts.
The steward came in with a covered platter
then used a knife to shave thin slices of lime
Categories:
headdresses, adventure, history, mystery, nostalgia,
Form: Verse