Best Thatch Poems

SUMMER’S END *

Down her meadow’s sweetness
By name of Summer’s End
This smallish thatch work cottage
With it’s proper artful sign
Hung at eaves with slightest tilt
By portal in...

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Written: October 02, 2023 For Robert James Liguori Contest
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Fervent mishaps...

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All's not about Darfur
I've seen it, eerie winds
Moonlight through our thatch

We kissed round, one *palmie gourd
Kigali was but a miss
Waist-beads - beats to love

Have you...

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I've been shoved out in the back yard,
A bit ruff, don't you agree?
It's not that I've disgraced myself,
No,It's because SHE caught a flea!
Don't know what...

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In your mind you conclude that
'this one is a dried bone'.
And you look at me as if am alone, 
But i have got back bone...

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COUNTRY STREAM

Gentle flow and sky blue
With a thatch hut reflected
See a multitude of ducks
And they as good as proprietors

Oh the simple wash of it all
Lazy...

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My father's tattered house breeds red demons,
and my mother's kitchen feeds black spirits, 
We grew up loving demons and black evil spirits that flies in...

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By invitation from a trusted friend, 
a medium intervention took place and I went.
The building set in the thick forest by a shimmering lake,
some broken...

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His life proceeded as before
even though she left his door
he still got up at half past seven
ate his gruel and prayed to heaven

 he still...

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did you see his eye
move a little thatch of straw
— beware the scarecrow

10/10/2018...

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A legend is told along the sea ports,
Of a lost island unknown to man,
Concord by a monstrous beast.
An uncharted prehistoric world,
Not shown on any chart...

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Strategically placed when raised 
Upwards
By your masterful and well 
Practiced hand.
To mingle with ever changing 
Skylines 
That frown down with arrogant 
Scowls
Upon the indigenous populous...

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Visits long ago 
to the Blaskets Islands,
to untouched areas 
on the Dingle peninsula
came to mind 
on this sleet winter’s eve.

The peninsula,
nestled in heather mountains.
The coastline,
tongues...

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The  village  where  my  father was  born.
After  so  many  years
Still  not   changed
Except  that...

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Bouts of lightning flashes,swirls
And lightens up the pitch, black night
Of our neck of the woods
Tailgated by stealthy footsteps 
Of growling, grunting, moaning and roaring thunder,
As...

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