Short Parch Poems

Live on cage ship wrecked
Carefree love of boy and dog
Parch, crouch the day creeped....

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Threads of rain bleed green
Upon the parch earth
The promise of living
Smells fresh in the misty air...

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When playing desert golf I parch easy
Which then means I don’t get pars easy
So when I am done
I hide from the sun
And play eighteen whole games of Parcheesi...

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The bed of the brook is parch and dry
Summer sun is merciless
Blades of grass wilt brown
Memories of rain are distant
Still is the earth in the heat of day
Shimmering haze bewitches sight...

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Trump Never Received Consent


Trump did not obtain London Mayor's consent;
Saw disorderly people and  became vehement;
Sun did parch,
People on march;
Then when idiot left they again were content.

Jim Horn...

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New Born Generation

Were draft  dodgers and  allegiance never sworn;
And burned bras by women that once were worn;
Peace  would  parch;
Had freedom march;
A new generation of people ended up being born.

Jim Horn...

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A
Crimson 
sun
slowly
shrinks sharply
midst of
Ocean
of parch moans  
thrive and emerge 
chrysalis
harsh world
flaunt 
slow wings 
flap the hope
sparkling
the
poise grace
pride

Written: March 21, 2023...

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Parch of droughts,
relentless drowning floods.
Crops of the fields dwindle,
leonine storms roar stronger,
rising heating seas.

People and animals suffer,
as the globe warms.
A burning sun on high bakes,
migration of birds askew-
our mother earth pleads to
be renewed. ~...

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Leach lessons come with rains of spring on soil.
Give freely wise teach without toil,
for soon enough the blossoms of peach arrive.
Embrace the flower, inhale peace and strive.
What follows is song bird’s perch on arch
and fruit when summer's heat will parch....

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Bring me summer's table
By violet chorus, singing green
Where vines embrace the trailing trellis
Over arch to frame the scene
Where milling misty blue horizon
Peeks like Heaven through the arch
And I will hold my flask and think upon
The path of summer's parch
Traversing expectation's archway
By eternity's interlude
A company in melody
Singing sweetened solitude....

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my
weakness
but give me strength
to rip reality like shredded paper edges
ripping out her sad parts
betrothing ever letter
bleeding every ink on
every supping page and parch
meant with meaning
and this- withm-is just a fraction
cloud licks sexily against
the sun
clamour for her
style was less
pert in her inflection
beauty is looking for a new job
class in the contours of her ass
sighs caught between her thighs
weak as i am...

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to cremations

I once bled black sin
it poured from mine heart and kin
once cooled it curdled into crimson
heavy thick n haired like a bison
open and free to parch the land
to match the beat of the oncoming band
never in the crowded ground 
whilst markers lost point to me found
chop down a tree and place me on it
burn my sins and flesh til they split
offer me up to the king of all
so that I may never again fall
but rise ever more onto him as a
burnt offering....

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this may seem (sound) absurd
up much trouble he has stirred
being tough old bird 

an honest life lead
wife and me we had been wed
prayers to God had said

winds would be of March
when I was dry throat parch
blown through golden arch

coffee and donut
drank then ate and my mouth shut
against wall head butt

saved from sin will need
God surely always plants seed
meet him with much speed

nothing left to see
death has been bothering me
die and soul set free


...

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I Have No Words

By Richard DJJ Bowdery


I have no words to dry your tears,
Nor words of balm to soothe your pain,
I have no words to lie this truth,
To claim I have I cannot feign.

Yes my silence may confuse,
Be not what you want to hear,
But empty words will parch your soul,
And sound so hollow in your ear. 

No comfort dwells in well-worn cliches,
Which hang around like startled birds,
They can’t compare to love in action,
Such precious deeds decry cheap words....

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Fresh entity deceived me of late;
I faltered forward upon jagged toes.
My soul was once an open gate,
now drawn shut to ward off hate.
Betrayed by the aroma of sweet repose,
then pricked and left by mistaken rose.
Her stem bleeds bitter. Having tasted pain,
she has spurned felicity.
Lying in wait to parch the soil,
oblivious to her own demise,
her karma has led to clearer skies.
Forthwith sweet Mother earth embroiled,
nimiety of roots dried and spoiled;
she shrivels up and dies....

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