Long Hatted Poems

Pt. I

The Lodger

Morning sneaked inside the flat and lit the dusty air
through holes in the torn curtains forming spotlights on the floor.
He woke from the discomfort of a night in his armchair
and stared at all...

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Back to you Billy, for ways I whiled away herding ennui

Ah...a flood of memories wash over
this anointed Goatama Boo Da,
whose respected G.O.A.T status
among generic green acres, 
which swathed across Highland Manor 
analogous to petty coat...

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Moon 
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Once night Gretta Foster sat in the backyard, 
building a rocket ship that ought to take her a-far, 
she had been working day and night - tirelessly, 
hammering, programming, all so...

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Enea Gets the Red Hat

Finally, he's getting somewhere. 
Fifty years of age and almost crippled, 
prematurely aged, but at last, 
sweet recognition rains down 
on the poet. Kneeling before Calixtus, 
he accepts the Cardinal's hat....

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In Dickensian time 
Upon sunset hour
Overshadowing Thames
Is London Tower
Blackened cobble streets
Shimmer in the rain
Big Ben at Westminster
Chimes an eight bells refrain

At Euston Station
A passenger alights
On Platform 3
And enters the caff
for a nice cup of tea

At...

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An absolutely truthful account... (strangely, including the contest’s mandatory ’*’)

Twas something like nineteen seventy seven
I saw a guy on a bridge gazing at heaven...
I was sat fishing, set up for the night
The night that that...

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- Readers, I hope you forgive me.
I’m retracting some words I once said:
I'd planned to write just five of these tales
But I've added a sixth tale instead..


Night

The preacher was searching for Duchess
Also known as 'The...

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This Bumptious Poet ©

Once again dear reader,
     aye strive to regale ye
with in apropos prate,
     (nee inane) vain
null gibberish in order to suss stain
mine infamous reputation
 ...

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The night started out as a gift, a fable
with doves blooming white and alive in the air
The top of the tent open wide to enable
freedom of wingspan exploded and bare
Elephant troops with red sequin blankets
sauntering...

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CLOUDS    -   THE STORY CONTINUES


Where do people go as they pass by?
For that matter, where do clouds go as they pass by,  
Unstoppable and often in a great hurry...

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Departed poems in a gray post-dated heaven
clatter wings together like hens in a jailers coop.
Words never die, they bury themselves in
heaps of dry leaves, distant laughter scatters
the sadly said.

Muse-makers wear plastic rainhats
that flutter like bats...

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On caparisoned, filleted camels do they 
Over the great, soft, tawny sands 
Ride;
Unfurled flags and tribal standards flown amidst them, 
In the very midst of them-
Of they, who astride great tan camels,
Seem rather scandent and...

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My mind went for a walk, in the middle of the night, 
To a place full of colourful lights.
I was having a beer with Nelson Mandela, 
And we talked about our own civil rights.

He put...

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Don’t know how it started, or how it ends
I’m older now then I will be then; when
I was scribing with quill, candle and scroll
A mind of dubiety, road full of holes
A wanderlust dream, of apples...

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Whenever I get in my car
It seems I don’t get very far
Before I spot the thing I dread
A man with a hat upon his head

He is a little older guy
And he won’t let me pass...

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Beach Blanket Bingo (The Fab Five)

B etty Lou, beautiful Katherine, and
E leanor, Nellie Sue and Bethany
A ll playing Bingo, on blankets in sand,
C hatted away, happy girls by the sea,
H eaven-sent sun beaming high in...

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Its just a vicious circle 
going in circles without any clues 
Its just a mad hatted mess 
looking to make no amends 
It's just a disregarded apathy 
if they suddenly look our way 
no hello...

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No matter the weather
every day she passes
with knees slightly bent,
hands gnarled and clenched at her sides
moving down the sidewalk.

Chin jutting forward,
her back becomes a c-curve
beneath a fine hatted-head.

Always she wears a hat ...
of knit in...

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Ashe is a punny name for a 
Bandit and Aristocratic girl
I've never seen white blankets of winter stupor,but her hair is as white as snow
Gold-accents and speck of southern rich 
The anxiety of teasing ...

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Gambling in the forest took on a whole new flavor today.
The princess Adrianna joined us, bringing dice to the fray.
We shook them and threw them, hoping for the big win.
Antlered deer had trouble, his hoofs...

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Often times I dream of days gone past -
Although, I've not lived then -
Neither saddle or horse shoe cast:

Where was he when I first envisioned the outline of his long, hatted figure?
Atop a horse named,...

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My blue hair women paintings are surprisingly fun,
But the most interesting are my blue black haired combo.
I know this because I am staring at them now.
Pony-tailed, hatted, hanging, one doing the mambo.

I always thought the...

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Days’ End

Emeralds twinkling with evening diamonds,
Twilight planes flying through cotton ball clouds,
Wending weary workers traveling home,
A sole spectator sun-hatted watches.

The roar of rolling roads, a siren sound,
Like ants they crawl through streets to empty town.
The...

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UNFINISHED  IN  CONNEMARA  


Small drizzle  -  or sea spray?
Wets the face - not enough to teardrop.


Above a cold damp brow,
Beads  edging down the black wool -
Not heavy enough to...

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Today, I'm treasure in your palm
tomorrow the magic will be gone-
One day your children will swing 
from my sturdy branches
and their children will gather 
up my hatted ones and
turn them into treasures
with eyes that will...

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