Short Straw Hat Poems
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Beige , wide brimmed straw hat.
And flirting, brown eyes beneath.
Flickers of my past.
I was thrilled to what the handsome gondolier wore
black and white striped shirt, straw hat,
red bow dripping off back of hat….
like Sophia Loren films from the sixties
I was thrilled to what the handsome gondolier wore
black and white striped shirt, straw hat,
red bow dripping off back of hat….
like Sophia Loren films from the sixties
I won a lunch for two with Tom Sawyer
And there he was waiting in the foyer
He wore his best old straw hat
But was told "You can't wear that"
Good thing I'm a hayseed defense lawyer
The old straw hat was worn,
Its top center was torn.
Some scissors and thread,
Fixed the hole in its head.
Till it is worn out once more.
bright pink fingernails
a straw hat low on her brow
cool in sunglasses
at summer's hot verge
beneath a green tree calm breeze
wild waves crash nearby
shadows of August
in the midst of reign of gold
mysterious girl
Identity is free flowing
when you're young and growing
at least, it was for me
Yet somehow when I ripened
my anxiety never heightened
I was male, as male as male could be
~ two ears under straw hat, 'twas me
It was a hot day and when I ran into Tu Fu
wearing a big straw hat I asked
“Tu Fu, how come you’ve grown so thin?
Are you in agony over one of your poems?”
Li Po
in the mellow morn
a revelry of roses
pervasive heat, grapes
glossy trees tremble
day's marching into the gold
butterfly frenzy
the day star twinkles
entering doors and windows
housewarming party
a straw hat parade
in many styles and colors
boulevard boogie
I was conceived
in a magical realm
where I can where the sun
on my head like a straw hat
the sea around my torso
like a cocktail gown
with conch shells and coral reefs
The white sand like flip flops on my feet
and the palm leaves across my chest
and shoulder like a Gucci purse
A Kraken with a straw hat cracking jokes and slapping racist white folks. I get my Xbox gauntlet to fight jellyfish ghosts with my friend a talking duck in a Tonka truck. I am asking as be where the axe be "hey taxi". drive me to the bouncy house as I wear my wedding blouse that I got from my inflatable house.
There`s a place so far away
I can get there in less than a day.
I close my eyes go to sleep
In my dreams it starts to creep
It`s not scary there`s no harm
just a quiet stream on a farm.
I sit and fish in an old straw hat
just me an a farmer and a white cat.
In the cool water we dangle our feet
sun shine in my eyes I`m awaken from sleep.
I can dress up like Jimmy Buffett
in a straw hat
with an Androsia Print shirt
Aviator sunglasses on my eyes
a pair of flip flops on my feet
and some steel drums by my side
chanting staccato calypso rhymes
watching the tourists dance in the sun
being whisked away by my voice
like a summer breeze
flowing through a wind chime
on the VIP Beach
Two Days Later
Silent Sunday beckons
No traffic noises railing.
Only silence speaking
Of the need for human exhaling.
Stoves are spookily still,
Leftovers quietly cold for lunch,
Far away from this neighborhood
Is the frantic shopping bunch.
Straw hat on my head,
Book in my mumuu lap,
Silent Sunday closes my eyes,
And I nap, I nap.
In front of Starbuck’s, on a bench,
Four Amish people sat,
The woman with a bonnet
And each man in a straw hat.
It’s not a sight you often see
On a local uptown street,
But in New York, you never know
What people you might meet.
That’s why I cherish living here,
For city folk embrace
All types of visitors who come
From every kind of place.
Epitome of fashion, elegance, class!
Perched atop the young head of that lass,
Exudes style, with floral forms,
Protects from heat swarms,
straw woven
charms,
cash driven,
Labour of poor farms,
by peasants with hunger qualms,
fills money pockets of top brass,
Epitome of fashion, elegance, class!
Written 15/07/2020
Andaree poetry contest
Sponsor Joseph May
I predict Milky Way graphite before the rain
I predict Red Rock Desert Plum Perfect buried trailer
I predict Plumb perfect lavender babbling brooks
I predict blood orange straw hat champagne sand castle
I predict peacocks under the sea cabbage patches
As Humanity looks ..
As a man. He's running
I predict Jesus coming
3/31/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020
He had on his bibbed overalls, and his red kerchief.
Finally found his worn straw hat, with great relief.
Headed out on the water with a wave and a wish.
Heard plenty of bass making a splash or a swish.
Good luck! Said his girl, who refused to go.
She could not bear water; her fear was aglow.
She thought she might drown, but she encouraged him.
He wished she would grow up and learn how to swim.
HEATWAVE
a blazing furnace
fingers of heat touch my skin
high factor sun cream.
LANGUOR
languorous in heat
perspiration covers me
dreaming of cool breeze.
SUN
straw hat and sandals
torture by relentless sun
there is no escape.
Seeking to be totally correct in presenting haiku and tanka poems the capitalization is now removed.
My favorite hat is a wide brimmed straw hat
This hat has a bright orange ribbon hat band
The orange shorts matched and that is where it is at!
Little cabanna girl I got titled; Isn't life grand
It is perfect for the windy, sunny beach and sand
Until the day the pelican flew it away
So long cabanna girl
Now I am topless, my shorts did stay
I searched for my pearl
with no success, now I wear a curl!
Today Lil wears a flowered dress,
a big straw hat, and comfy shoes
while watering Mom’s many blooms
the big and small, the pinks and blues.
Her golden dog and tabby cat
relax and calmly watch their friend.
What could be better for a girl
than having flowers to attend?
The front yard is a wonderland
with things for little girls to do
and loving pets that wait nearby.
Life bears a happy, rosy hue.
picture 4
I’m taking my camel to town,
do you got a problem with that?
I’m gonna get him some fresh water
and clean provender
What cha say,
they don’t sell to his kind?!
He’s the finest mottled brown,
this side of the Sahara desert sand
This camel got the blackest spots
mixed in
Proof that the sun
calls him his friend
While I’m in town,
I’m gonna buy my beautiful animal
a white straw hat
Do you have a problem with that?
Let me catch you in the morning when the sun comes out.
Under the dawn of light, you’re a beautiful sight.
With your warmth swirls with a dance before me, like butterflies in flight.
Taking my soul for a ride, down by the tree we go with the light of day setting down on us.
Kickin’ back against the tree, straw hat in tow with that summer breeze.
Lookin’ at you in those blue jeans, smiling back at me.
Dreams of a family tree with you and me.
Dreams of us all, under that family tree.
Stonelick Lake is tranquil
Where cattails grow so tall
It's where the muskrat feed
Before winds of Autumn call
Along its banks, deer forage
With dark and darting eyes
They listen to birds sing out
So predators won't surprise
A boy wears his dad's straw hat
Stands in the cool lake grass
Spends the day, cane pole held
To fish in this lake of glass
The falling sun chills the air
As birds glide in color red
The boy's chores never done
He fished at the lake instead
11/9/17