Best Thistle Poems

seasons keep m o v i n g 
 and s w i r l i n g
memories keep f l o w i n g 
and s h i f t i n g
through pillowy puffs 
of  w h i r l i...

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I have briefly caught sight of the other side of yesterday,
blinded by the sun, while running barefoot across a field of thorns
I'll carve a path through weeds and stones, to reach a childhood memory.



Inspired by Andrea's Contest: Glorious Sijo Fields
1/31/15
Resubmitted for Brian Strand's Contest: #...

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I am the
Scot's thistle
The emblem of my
proud country it has
been our valiant
pride for so
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Thistle's when i'm prickly down
Upon your silky pappus.
Ither on over
Your showy
Purple flower head.
Onorpordum Acanthium
Is where i quencheth
On the pointed end
Of a prickspur
Not knowing the time....

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Build me a mountain of uncertainty,
A stone of distant fears
Find me an army of losses
And empty hopes,
Some cluster of aimless hours to call my own.
Teach me about heartache and closed doors.
A broken way with nothingness in every direction.
Create in me a heavy heart, 
full of...

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I don't want for much
Being just a simple man
My love i wish to share
To show her who i am

The touch of this man
Will serenade your skin
The touch of his lips
And you will start to begin

To open up your heart
And welcome him home
To hold him in...

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The gentle petals of a rose, the finest and fairest of all blooms
With no other does it compare, its stems thorns should protect from harm
Its scent lingers on so those that pass blindly cant fail to miss
The princess of English flowers, leaves an imprint on...

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Spread not thy love
like thistle down
upon the errant wind

For thy knows not
where thy seed lands
or what is shall portend

Instead lie close
to garden gate
To hearth, kith and kin

Lie just with she
who holds thy heart
where love ends and begins...

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HIDDEN AMONG THE ROSES 
by Jeanette Jones based on Portrait No 10, 
Thistle in a Field, by Fidelia Bridges 1875


HIDDEN AMONG THE ROSES 

This field full of roses, 
what a vision. 

Rows of primary and secondary 
colors, streaming, at least a mile. 

Among them the...

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A summer living free,
Hearing not a plea,
Of any trouble,
Passing the rubble,
Of yesterday,
I live today,
Tomorrow,
My sorrow,
Will stay in place,
Away from my face,
So utter joy may reign,
To keep away the pain,
That creeps,
Delight seeps,
Into my mind,
And I can find,
The beauty in a thistle....

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Sword flashing fire flows
leap lurch land on pipe led toes
Down hill slicing foes






The title comes from Scotland's flower
The picture is a young wild clansman
with a shiny wet sword
led by bagpipes like a wind blown thistle seed...

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Strangling Thistle

Puff grey smoke strings pollute the sky.
Dull minds remain deaf to vigilant whistle,
distracted by the flower of strangling thistle,
while time silently passes on by.

Youth in a basement getting high.
“I'm just doing my job” says an official.
Thirteen percent towards government missiles.
Dehumanize, and silence opposing cries.

Lift...

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Drinking milk, a flood of calcium in hopes of growing
Luminescent glowing pearl, your love a grain of sand.
My heart slows, knowing it will not sustain this
Frantic pace, racing away from you blindly
When you speak unkindly.

Won’t this magic coalesce? I’m a swine, now where’s mine?
I want...

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I parked along the side of the road
where the shoulder turned to gravel.
I left my cardoor open, thinking I’d only be a moment.
Into the golden weeds I trudged
to find my favorite flower.
Bull thistle bloomed
violet,
jewels aloft on green scepters,
as rich as Sappho’s hair,
as rare as royal...

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A good friend once told me that kingfishers know the secrets of the universe 
But dear friend, what about this moorhen on the rivers verge?

And as I sit and wonder what my moorhen thinks
Around me dance bright thistles of pink
A river ripple rides the collected...

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