Long Hat Poems
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Cut To The Chase...And Tan Hat Man!
Though reading horror stories (macabre),
an only every now and again
genre crazy wave
washing over me like
a killer tsunami,
(subsequently fueling
desperation) to save
thine scrawny ****,
(a derriere laughing stock,
and hence cheeky of me to rave),
those rare occasions satiated, when
hung over insomnia heavily bulging,
rheumy myopic blood shot eyes
nonetheless lock into
critical opening sentence determining,
whether adroit kingly author
nimbly setting the stage and pave
ving what thenceforth, pro
misses tubby a cell out ace
in the hole captive audience
(me, this apt pupil), doth brace
himself (by all counts once
a bad little kid) deserving, well...now...
just a bag of bones,
who fiendishly cackles
when leaning in (Sheryl Sandberg like),
whereat after opening sentence, an instantaneous
possessive gnarly hand
forcibly grabs my attention
presaging and frightening
yours truly (juiced in case
ye did not know),
where within the bazaar
of bad dreams epic,
which seems like forever,
when I finally erase
and exorcise the bogeyman who,
masterfully, immediately,
dramatically got woven
lady chattery teeth and all
withering wicked warp and woof
establishing (proof positive),
an excellently crafted
Chiral Mad heavily shades
of night are falling
gussying haunting place,
where the color of evil permeates
every cerebral space
with darkness, said
sub rosa prime evil punctuates
the mind this dream catcher,
whence after four past midnight
the reaper's image appears
sending adrenaline rush,
viz flight or fight blind
did, when firestarter alarm didst grind
passage of time manifesting dark forces
blaze zing atavistic fear itself lined
up battleground formation
from the borderlands of my mind
this even before turning
the first page where the eyes
of drag'n my afterlife shined!
Too large to avoid everyone knows it's here
not wishing to collide they won't stand too near
nor broach the subject they keep it under wraps
Mum's the word keep it under your hat
they all walk 'round it talk around it
they're not blind so what gives
it's unkind to animals and who wants to live
with an elephant in the room
too large to evade it's something they ignore
not wanting to impede but can't close the door
a line they won't cross they'll avoid it at all costs
just sit there and stare
even sweep it under the rug with a broom
but with lumps and bumps that big
how long can they keep on pretending it's not there
the elephant in the room
The reason that she didn’t come to my last poetry reading
Was that I had but faintly praised her hat.
It was a monstrous thing which Mrs. Thatcher,
the Queen most certainly, would have shunned.
It was sort of like a jerry-built bird’s nest
Jammed full of something like seaweed,
Yes, like something straight out of a horror film, a “thing.”
My “Er, yuss, rather .. er .. interesting”
Evidently was not good enough.
She stamped her foot,
Picked up her cocktail
And left her corner – in a huff.
My hat! How petty can you get?
Perhaps my not getting too smitten by her hat and all
Had something to do with the fact
That that snooty husband of hers
Never acknowledges me when we meet.
The most joy I can get from him
Is a barely audible grunt.
I’m not petty, just very sensitive.
Quite different.
Maybe I’m just growing cynical. As I see it,
Most ordinary run-of-the-mill individuals
Can’t forgive a slight
More than just once or twice,
Let alone seventy times seventy times,
Like your true saint actually might.
Most folks keep accounts.
Come off it. You know they do,
Of course, they do,
Or a points system,
Except true friends.
But even there
I have my doubts.
True, friends like friendly bank managers
Wouldn’t dream of mentioning your overdraft.
No, they will lean over backwards
To extend generous terms of credit.
There are such things as
Interest-free loans, write-offs,
Grants and gratuities, but
Not even the IMF has limitless funds.
Only the most officious bank clerk
Actually likes bouncing checks,
Allowing no time lag between tit and tat.
But in the longer term
A balance sheet is drawn,
And even a benign auditor
Must draw a line somewhere
Between the troughs and peaks.
Trying to figure out where I went wrong
And why must I face this world all alone
There was a time I felt I belong
There was a time I had a home
Now the inner child is all grown
Just a lonely old man wonders along
Trying to remember where I belong
Trying to remember the way back home
Time is of the essence for it won't be long
I must leave this world for the unknown
Will you share the knowledge I have shown
For it's my destiny to let it be known
Long after I am dead and gone
Will you let my words live on
For all the years of feeling alone
For the love that I have shown
Fear and anger is all that I've known
Desperately yearning for a mind of my own
Maybe the next life is where I belong
Can you hear them calling me home
My soul is at peace but my mind it still roams
Looking for the love I once known
Will you hold my heart while I am gone
While I find a place I belong
While I find a place to call home
Maybe it scared him off
we are still dating I assume
he thinks I wanted marrage
a wedding and a honeymoon
it's Gals like you who makes it harder
for Gals like me to find a man
he goes out his way to love you
you gone and scare them away
get yourself another cowboy
lady this one is mine
I treat him like I wanna
beleive me he and are just fine
get a grip and stop playing
you like messing around
keeping things frustrating
acting like some silly clown
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smiling from ear to ear
they just ah gaming
two Gal's ah fussing over him
got him ah grinning.
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Them one sided affairs
keeping fellas in supence
you like things uncertain
Drling it just don't make sence
Get your self another cowboy
Lady this one's mine
I can treat my man like I wanna
beleive he and I are just find
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iU4nDjsbxXA
HEAVEN WONDERS WHERE YOU'VE BEEN AND YOU ANSWER WITH A SILLY
GRIN. I'VE BEEN MEDITATING ON THE WAYS OF LIFE . THIS IS MY JOURNEY
AND SO FAR, ITS VERY NICE. WE ARE IN THE THROW OF A SWEET NOVEMEBER
AND WE HAVE THE CHOICE TO BLESS THE MEMORY WE OPT TO REMEMBER AND
BRING IT THE ELEMENT OF LIFE AND LAUGHTER. BRING IT HOME TO YOUR SOUL,
THE JOY I MEAN. (B)
SOON THE HOLLIES AND THE BELLS OF CHRISTMAS WILL RING IN THE END OF A
FRUITFUL FULL YEAR. MAKE THE LAST TWO MONTHS BE YOUR HAPPY TIME TO
RECOLLECT AND APPRECIATE THE DAYS THAT HAVE HAPPILY PAST YOUR WAY.
JOIN THE HANDS OF OTHERS WHO LIKE YOU, ARE MORE THEN HAPPY TO BE
IN THE MESH OF LIFE'S BEST INTENTIONS, "BREATHE" INHALE, THEN BREATHE.
LIFE IS LIKE A FLOWER ON A HAT THAT SITS AND WAITS FOR THE WEARER TO
WALK IT INTO THE SUNSHINE. STAND STRAIGHT AND TALL AND BE COUNTED
YOU MATTER TO OTHERS AND TO YOURSELF. LIVE A PURPOSE DRIVEN LIFE
AND MAKE LOVE YOUR ARMOR AND YOUR SWORD. WEAR YOUR HAT PROUDLY
AND KNOW THAT NO MATTER WHAT SHADE YOU COME IN, YOUR STILL THE
BEST. (B)
LIFE IS GOOD WHEN WE REMEMBER TO BE KIND TO OTHERS AND TREAT
OTHERS THE WAY WE WANT TO BE TREATED. SHARE YOUR HAT WITH THOSE
THAT HAVE FORGOTTEN THEY HAVE ONE. AND BE GOOD ALL THE TIME (B)
October 15, 2018
that is a high society hat, fine and fierce the dragon said.
I hope to have my own gorgeous hat before I am struck dead.
This surprised the boy, who we will call little Ted.
He called over his hat-maker, a pink alien, Ned.
Can you make the dragon a hat like mine?
No, the alien said, yours in one of a kind.
I only make hats that are totally unique, some out of bone.
But I could make him a wonderful hat of his own.
So they made a deal and the alien began making a hat.
It was suited to the dragon, and did not make him look fat.
It was another high society hat, but with shades of blue.
He wore it when he returned to his planet, OverXY2.
When I saw it in the store a few years ago…“What a cool hat!” I thought…
and since it was the only one in the store…I bought it on the spot.
I loved the colors when I purchased it…but could never have imagined that…
I’d get so many wonderful reactions every time I wear my hat.
Usually it makes people smile…it might cause them to stop and chat…
and I’ve long ago lost count of all those who say…”I love your hat”.
Occasionally when I’m wearing my rainbow colored hat upon my head…
It will remind people, usually older people, of the Grateful Dead.
The other day in a store…I was standing by this old man…
certainly older than me…
when I noticed out of the corner of my eye…he was staring at me.
Of course it was my hat not me that he was looking at….
and when I smiled at him he said…:
“Your hat reminds me of a time when I was younger
and me and a friend went up and down the east coast following the Grateful Dead.”
He said they made what little money they needed to live on every day
by selling Dead Head ’T’ shirts…every stop along the way.
A smile lit up his face…and as he walked out the store’s front door
and In that moment he looked a little younger than he had a moment before.
There is a little magic in this hat…when bought it I did not see…
And if that magic makes people smile or remember…it’s good enough for me.
In this world that has turned angrier…I am so delighted that
so many can find a little happiness in my rainbow tie-dyed hat.
YOU CAN'T COMPETE WITH A TRUE OBSESSION,
IN MY PRESENCE I WILL HAVE NO AFFECTION.
TRUE HAT SWAG WILL BE YOUR LESSON
PLEASE TAKE NOTES, COURTS IN
SESSION. LOVING HAT LANGUAGE,
ITS MY UNIQUE EXPRESSION
COMMONERS, YOU ARE LOOKING AT PERFECTION.
A LIVING LEGEND, WITH NO SUCCESSION
CAN'T CONTROL MY AMBITION
MY HATISM HAS ONLY RISEN.
I JUST HAD TO SHARE SOME WISDOM
YOUR STYLE HAS YOU IN PRISON
CUT YOUR FRIENDS AND JUST LISTEN
DROPPING KNOWLEDGE AND THEN SOME
NO NEED TO BE FEARSOME
STANDING STRONG WITH NO ADDITIONS
MY HATISM HAS ONLY RISEN!!!
TIK, TIK, TIK TIK TOK,
IT'S MY DESTINY AND I RULE THE CLOCK
FOUR GENERATIONS CONNECTED TO THIS RHYTHM
UNIQUE FLAVOR AND SPECIAL SAUCE,
RECOGNIZE WHO'S THE BOSS
HAVING NO SCHISMS OR NO PRISMS
MY HATISM HAS ONLY RISEN!!
A rush of gentle breeze, the palm trees wave
Verdant flutters tickle my ears
A greeting as kind as a Key West morn
As shadows lace my corn straw hat
I welcome another brilliant day
The warmth of early spring consoles
My thoughts begin to drift
I’m carried away, no worries
I tip my hat to life
Illness and death seem far away
I see only thriving bloom
A rainbow assortment, infused with grace
I walk the familiar path, sugared by Honeysuckle sweet
It comforts me, its composure pleases
It feels safe, it feels like home