I told that guy in the trilby hat
that when we create something in our mind
and push it out into the universe willing it to manifest,
it will, in some way, manifest,
though maybe not in the way we expected.
It may appear in the small print of creation
perhaps as a footnote or an addendum.
Trilby hat man gawps at me
as if I'd gone raving mad.
I blithely continue:
“if a cowbird comes to nest in your garden
then goats or cattle will visit your cabbage patch.
not now maybe, maybe never,
but the possibility hovers.”
I notice his trilby is trembling now,
he’s backing away from me
spluttering in outraged disbelief.
As I watch him depart, I have a vision:
The trilby catching fire while on his head;
naturally this will not do.
I imagine a rain cloud drenching him
then LO
It rained.
Categories:
trilby, poetry,
Form: Free verse
SEA BREEZES
When Pa was walking by the sea,
His hat blew off and so did he.
The children laughed aloud with glee;
It was such fun for little boys
To hear their father make a noise
From that end of his anatomy
And when they saw his trilby hat
Flow out to sea, they laughed at that.
And then they laughed a whole lot more
Until they rolled about the floor,
When they heard their mother quietly say,
“There is a lot of wind today”.
14th September 2021
Fart-tastic Poetry contest
Sponsor - Chantelle Anne Cooke
Categories:
trilby, sea, wind,
Form: Rhyme
It's not his fault his hair is an untidy mess
Something he decided he needs to address
Can't have a haircut because lockdown says so
A different hat a day would be the way to go
Monday would be the traditional bowler kind
A beret on Tuesday most elegant and refined
Wednesday his hat would be made of straw
The trilby on Thursday was dashing for sure
Friday he decided on something most unique
A fedora would be worn to end the week
Relaxed at the weekends a baseball cap would do
Different ways to hide your hair is certainly true
Categories:
trilby, character, hair,
Form: Rhyme
If I were to tell you its name
then it would and will exist.
You might think only in your mind,
but no
if two minds see it then it will appear
In the small print of creation.
Here is a simile or a metaphor, probably both:
if a crow comes to settle on your roof
then a goat will eat up your garden,
not now maybe, maybe never,
but the fear of it
will keep manifesting in small ways
until random goat piss patches
will ruin your lawn.
When I informed him of this notion of mine
his hat (a trilby),
began to quake upon his head,
he spluttered in disbelief
but I could already discern that soon
his hat would catch fire
under the blows of destinies
jocular lightning bolts.
Categories:
trilby, poetry,
Form: Free verse
The well-dressed man walked
through a portal
With his head held high
Wearing a trench coat with an
upturned collar
A trilby hat pulled down over his
eyes
He was a tall man who strode
through the doorway
With a confident air
A man you could not patronize
He would be aware
Why? this fixation for this man
Why? the intrigue
As he was fast approaching
I felt a spontaneous need to call
I opened my mouth wide to SHOUT
Nothing came out at all
His nearness was tangible
I could almost hear him breathe
As I started to navigate towards
him
I will make this revelation
I went to meet my husband
From the Railway Station!
Categories:
trilby, 10th grade,
Form: Rhyme
Don Key the Donkey
Was a silly ass
He had big donkey ears
And wore an eyeglass
Looking very dapper
And extremely smart
It was his day off from pulling his cart
He liked going out
And enjoyed a laugh
As I mentioned earlier
He was daft
He dressed up
And looked like a Toff
He tried to look trendy
On his days off
Don wore a bow tie
Red with Yellow dots
He wore a patterned waistcoat
Of which he had a lot
He collected waistcoats
All in many hues
He had a penchant for clothes
Flash jackets shirts and shoes
To cap it all, a trilby
He tipped when ladies passed
Hoping she would have a chat
She walked very fast
Don was this donkey's Christian name
Key was the other
Not much thought went into that
He blamed that on his mother
Don sauntered down the Road
And Up and down the street
When out of nowhere
He spied a pretty mule
Her name was Muriel
They went to the same school
Muriel came over to talk
After they had a chat
They went for a walk
Categories:
trilby, 1st grade,
Form: Rhyme
Grandfather's Suitcase
He left it,
for me, she says.
Inside it
are his trilby
and the books
we used to read,
and somehow, his scent of pipe.
9-5-2017
Categories:
trilby, absence, bereavement, boy, death,
Form: Verse
On a cold winter night it's so good to stay
In the stark neon warmth of an all night cafe
For there is nothing to go home to tonight.
Alone with his thoughts he sips his tea,
Wipes condensation from the window in order to see
As he peers out into the night.
Under the street lamp a man in a trilby
Lights a cigarette and looks as though he will be
In for a long cold night.
Fighting the wind, his newspaper unfurls
And he pretends not to watch the girl with the curls
As she prepares for the night.
But catching his eye,she moves over to him
She is not very old and fairly slim
And together they go off in the night.
In the warmth of the diner, out of the cold
He watches this Hopperesque drama unfold.
And he feels so alone tonight
Categories:
trilby, loneliness, mystery,
Form: Narrative