Long Bonnet Poems
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Beauty Queen
Yes indeed, for all to see.
And what a doll you are.
Sun - lit colored ringlets in a row.
You do your little dance for the judges.
For all the world to see, you are the color of poetry.
Second on your talent, as you went strolling by them.
Walking in your sun bonnet and percale, singing along.
Big blue eyes to sparkle and shine.
Then one day they found you dead.
Seems God called you home at last.
Said, come rest your weary head.
Your name on the tombstone read:
JonBenet Ramsey!
3/ 28/ 2012,,,, I put my 8month old daughter in about 4- 5 pageants. She was about 3 last time as I put her on stage, I thought no more of this.
Frosty's squeeze was Freckles Snow
and frosty saw her well.
Her button eyes would warm his heart
and leave him weak to tell.
Her smile was like a clever seal
with lips in brilliant red.
The two of them red pepper stands
to knock a snowman dead.
Her nose was just a little thimble
cute enough to thrill.
Her head topped off with rhubarb bands
this red-heads looks could kill.
A bonnet sat on top her head.
It knitted and it stitched.
A strap below her under-chin
to see that it stayed hitched.
For such a lovely snowman
Freckles surely earned her name.
Some thirty dots per cheekbone
of black pepper on this dame.
The hottest freckles on the snow
that Frosty'd ever seen.
And Freckles blushing modestly,
attractive to the scene.
A woman Frosty cherished dear.
Her looks not all there was.
For Frosty knew of Freckle's love
and warming that it does.
When at that time began to melt
down-poring from above.
When Freckles noticed he was gone
and Frosty was in love.
So on that day a puddle sat
down at Freckles feet.
But don't be sad cause Freckles cried
and both went down in heat.
Now Freckles Snow and Frosty Snowman
are puddles in the street.
Them both remembered for going away
that once again they'll meet.
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lightly tattered ribbons still smooth as silk
flowered appliqués lightly pressed on soft brocade
of tangerine, mint and blue and white milk.
wide-brimmed hat of memories that will not fade
snuggling my wind-blown mane through seasons’ shade
treasured top gear worn at beaches and balls
sewn by grandma as debut gift from love’s thread
through passing years i frolicked with recalls ,
edged by her heart fluttering deepest red
neatly framed, hat moments still sway on my head
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(( for Carol Brown's " My Favorite Hat or Bonnet" ))
I don’t own a car,
So I use my new dog sled
These January winters
Blowing ice right through my head
I don’t have a lover
So no friend or special one
To ease my February
When Valentine’s fail to come.
I don’t own an umbrella
So my hair is stiff and wet
St. Patrick’s Day spent in the rain
When March brings her regrets.
I don’t own a bathtub
So I hope these storms are strong
It’s time for my yearly bath
When April showers come along.
I don’t have a garden
No tulips or roses share the light
When May bring flowers everywhere
My empty lot is quite a sight.
I don’t own a bonnet
So no flowers and bows for me
June shows me no warmth and sunshine
When summer breaks the monotony.
I don’t own a television
So parades must all be live
Flags and flowers, bands and food
When July brings patriots to life.
I don’t have a gazebo
So no waiting on the lawn
For children playing on the steps
When August rolls along.
I don’t have a radio
So the silence creates a fuss
As school starts up in my town
When September brings the bus.
I don’t have a front window
So no display of fright to see
Pumpkins, candy, trick or treat
October has nothing for me.
I don’t own an oven
No baking pies or turkey birds
November shows me cold instead
My life is so absurd.
I don’t own a living room
No porch or hall or tree
No decorations at Christmastime
I created a world of just me.
He walked a tightrope for a while
toed the line with guile
as the popcorn crowd ignored the show
But his slow, deliberate pace
brought him no-more-close to grace
than had he jumped to nameless fortune’s call below.
This, he came to know.
So...he drank his guts out for a while
heaved up sorrows in a pile
of wretched whiskey-pricked despair
But the Mysteries couldn’t lose
if he ruined all his shoes
and rent out all his dumpster hair
He resolved, again, to care.
So...he beat the Bible for a while
suffered through a Saviors Trial
with bloody thorns and ashes on his head
Bringing in the sheaves
he taunted prostitutes and thieves
until some wino thrashed him next to dead.
It was something he had said.
He bounced in Bedlam for a while--
mattress walls, halls of tile
and ring-around-the-rosies in his head
And when the Angel Death appeared
he wore a bonnet with a beard
and danced a disco-dirge around his bed.
They found him dead.
....he flew to paradise in style,
they met him with a smile.
I had a favourite cricket hat
wearing it always enhanced my batting,
never did I forget to wear that
as if it was the key of run getting,
but one day something happened upsetting.
I was batting that day so well
and was heading towards a sure ton,
I went for a hook and my hat fell
directly on the stumps and I was gone,
without picking it I headed for pavilion!
**Hope most of you are familiar with the game
of cricket which is like a religion in India
© kashinath karmakar 2011
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Placement:8th (April 2011)
Contest:My favourite hat or bonnet
Sponsor:Carol Brown
By :kashinath karmakar (14th March 2011)
I don’t own a car,
So I use my new dog sled
These January winters
Blowing ice right through my head
I don’t have a lover
So no friend or special one
To ease my February
When Valentine’s fail to come.
I don’t own an umbrella
So my hair is stiff and wet
St. Patrick’s Day spent in the rain
When March brings her regrets.
I don’t own a bathtub
So I hope these storms are strong
It’s time for my yearly bath
When April showers come along.
I don’t have a garden
No tulips or roses share the light
When May bring flowers everywhere
My empty lot is quite a sight.
I don’t own a bonnet
So no flowers and bows for me
June shows me no warmth and sunshine
When summer breaks the monotony.
I don’t own a television
So parades must all be live
Flags and flowers, bands and food
When July brings patriots to life.
I don’t have a gazebo
So no waiting on the lawn
For children playing on the steps
When August rolls along.
I don’t have a radio
So the silence creates a fuss
As school starts up in my town
When September brings the bus.
I don’t have a front window
So no display of fright to see
Pumpkins, candy, trick or treat
October has nothing for me.
I don’t own an oven
No baking pies or turkey birds
November shows me cold instead
My life is so absurd.
I don’t own a living room
No porch or hall or tree
No decorations at Christmastime
I created a world of just me.
*A Collaboration
The snow that shrinks in the glen and the wood
Would gladly stay through the spring if it could.
While clouds have flown to free the sapphire sky,
The liquid snow of winter tumbles by.
It melts into puddles of liquid gold
As the sun's growing warmth exiles the cold.
The warming sun highlights the tips of trees,
Inviting new growth, encouraging bees.
The swaying daffodils are in full bloom,
Yet others sleep in Mother Nature’s womb.
Tiny green buds are peeking from the trees
And big, white blossoms are soon to be seen!
The spring flowers raise their heads to the sun,
Soon to be used for Easter bonnet fun.
*In the order they appear here, these seven couplets were written by: Craig Cornish, Isaiah Zerbst, Heather Ober, David Williams, Jack Horne, Andrea Dietrich, and Seren Roberts. Thanks for participating, guys! :)
I drop off my car in anticipation,
That it doesn’t require, complete restoration.
‘You’ll have it by two’ the young lady said
Then I am told it’s five thirty instead.
They text a report, the news is not good
Do I have to confirm? I am told that I should!
For the break pads are worn, the suspension is shot,
The tyres threadbare and the engine’s too hot.
The exhaust has a hole and the brake fluids low,
The clutch is a slipping and the wipers too slow,
The paintwork is poor and the bonnet is dented,
Should’ve had it in sooner, this could have been prevented.
It’s an arm and a leg when the invoice arrives,
Which I have to pay or my car I’m deprived!
Now the automobile’s a fairly recent invention,
But these service costs surely weren’t the intention!
My frightful steel helmet is so battered, dinged and frayed
It was issued by the Air Force - not a haberdashery store
I don't suppose it would look very proper in an Easter Parade
But it sure did come in handy-dandy when fightin' in the war
For such things as bathin', washin' drawers and so much more
Camouflage nettin' adorned it in lieu of ostrich feathers and lace
Many fellers preferred civilian life sportin' a jazzy, felt fedora
On the march the dad-gum thing flopped about and fell in your face
Twigs, grass and weeds covered it to blend in with the flora
Four-letter words were heaped upon it - of which there was a plethora
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Placed No. 3 in Carol Brown's "My Favorite Hat Or Bonnet" Contest - Apr 2011