Short Thatch Poems

Castles -- bush and thatch
Dynasties of white water
Tycoon -- blazing match...

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Nowhere blooms a rose, 
Our thatch is covered with snow, 
Hailstorm blows and blows....

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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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Martins
cartwheel in flight
swerve,dive and then alight
to layer nests beneath the thatch-
in spring....

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She Pirate Thatch 3


She had a map tattooed on her torso
Of places I've desired to go
North America looked fine
And Her Brazil was divine
But, Panama I liked even more so...

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She Pirate Thatch

A one eyed pirate named Thatch 
She couldn't find clothes that would match
As she went through her closet
But found no composite 
So, decided to wear just her patch...

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The martins cartwheel in flight,swerve then dive
and suddenly
alight upon
the moist 
mud,
beaks
filled full
of mortar,
to layer nests
that cleave seamless beneath the hanging thatch....

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A blade of grass
Natures knife
Through your finger
It can slice
Run barefoot
Through field and thatch
Not a scratch
Hot heat sun
Grass brown die suffer
Days of rain
Green recover
Strange plant grass
Miraculous...

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I conceal my tears
through the cadence
of the rain.
No one can see
or hear,
except its drops
on the thatch top.

Its candid concern
hits me hard inside
'coz it says:
I wish I were blind
and deaf,
I never wanted
to spot you cryin'....

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My eyes go into the skies
Like dark flame
My legs sink into the sand
Like dirt in water
The ice in the rain
Swirls and whacks my head
The flood, sprinting towards me
Its malice, chasing me to the thatch
That burns in the depth
Of the dark...

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(Inspired by and dedicated to my friend Daniel Turner)

Pirate Thatch 2


As I woke up this morning with her
I tried to recall what occurred
Although what lay on the floor
Was a patch nothing more 
I could have swore, she was wearing a fur...

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We like to respond to
Oysters on sea beaches
Rustling branches in the wood
Love the tall birches
Dews drop as she blushes

Cucumbers smile on thatch
Roses call from your pots
Umpteen snails roam 
Inquiringly on moist spots
Sands sparkle at riverside
Elegant horses we ride


September 27, 2017...

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Greening trees thatch a spackled sky.
Cardinals kick up patches of sound,
red periods and full-stops
amid an increasing catawampus.

I am far from song yet.
my ears are bats hung from chill temples,
but I do feel
a coyote-itch in my dreams,

do imagine a splatter of green
on the hairy chops of whistle pigs....

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Shadows almost swift
Beyond learning's reflection
Quivered from the eaves

I thought thatch did smell
Strange upon the nose urban
And made words polite

Hanging on child's eye
Though the myth dead came to life
And blood shrivels still

What song when they're gone
Shall spread my relief like stars?
Bats drove black the sun....

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Greening trees thatch a spackled sky,
but not yet.
Cardinals kick up patches of sound,
but not yet.

Winter is sowing Spring,
setting fire to mist and smoke,
planting flames onto a colorless sky,
coyote's itch in their dreams,

Do you imagine a smear of green
on the frozen mud,
or is it the new blood of the yet unborn?...

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the purple leaves
unroll their sleeves
to frosty days
and longing rays

the thorny twigs
and stumpy-pruned sticks
secretly hides deep inside
the summer’s petalled pride

but sap will rise
to cloudy skies
to meet and catch
the swollen rays

with skirt of thatch
a blouse displays
a hidden promise 
of perfumed sprays...

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Seed
bulb, pit, core, root
I like to keep them out of my boot.

Door
entrance, exit, port, hatch
I have one made of thatch.

Dessert
candy, sweets, pie, cake
Those are what I eat and bake.

Save
rescue, help, assist, recover
Someone to save I will discover.

Married 
hitched, matched, wedded
This is one thing I've always dreaded....

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Grass thatch
Fire patch

High temps
Cool vents

Hot sun
Now shun

Skin burns
And learns

Suncream
Regime

Wildfires
Requires

Water 
Torture

Flames out
Cheer shout

Firemen
Amen

Don't do
Bar B~Q's

12.08.22

* BBQ's have been one of the causes of wildfires (UK) with some shops now banning sales of disposable BBQ's....

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The house shelters me with a thatch:
A building with a terrible patch
But with a good door I could latch
Against foes who troubles hatch
And powers only Jesus can match:
The wizards not letting go their first Batch
Seeking to every Living Soul catch
And me specifically snatch… 

You see, when the best is not available
I let the Available remain usable....

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Needles pointed green thatch suspend above slots
of ovalised brown, pecked by beaks in times of bleak
Whirling while twirling frosted breezes caress finely 
Cause a vibration a through space of Venturi prism 
A song of near neat silent slightly audible theme
A turn of cricked heads, on angled necks, and
It has past, muffled now and silent in season
A rare Cantata of Cones....

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What time of day it is I do not know
Except that like some fish doped out of the deep water
I've bobbed up bolly wise from stream of sleep
It is drumming hard here and I suppose everyhere
Dropping with insistent ardour upon our roof thatch and shed
And thro'  sheaves slits open
To thunder and lightening
So,lets roll over on our back
And settle to the sleep of the innocent and free....

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Hot is the match that gives the light,
Caught to detach that black and white,
Bought in the thatch that's out of sight, 
Brought to attach it in midnight,
Sought how to catch it without fright,
Plot is to latch it in moonlight,
Spot it and snatch it for a flight,
Blot out the batch that shines not bright.


06.27.2020

Triple Rhyme - 8 lines, 8 syllables per line 
Sponsor: Beth Evans...

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It's no true door without a latch,
After closure,still easy catch:
Robber to one's helpless things snatch;
A firm structure turns a bad thatch
And up with things one starts to patch!

It's no Good Gate which lacks a latch:
Could never an invader match,
Who'd across it march with his batch...

Woe to a door met as a batch,
Which carpentry needed a latch:
The Devil's plot agent shall hatch....

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In this dark, I’ll create my light: ‘Rambi’
Switch gone realities to fantasies
lit green in sun and rains continual
Awash, rainbows flittered o’er land and sea…

Balm-like, soft thatch lightens my concrete tomb
Endless walls in a salty breeze dissolve
lifting heavy drapes to dance with palms tall
Languidly lacy, they sway where birds thrall
Ah! Warm sands I sip, drowning in aqua…

(12/28/21: Inspired by B forms contest)...

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I sit gazing at the bruised branches 
Of trees that wall my humble thatch. 
Leaves dead and live laments, 
Tender mango sprouts, 
Like yellow granules of cake dough, 
Lie listening the last drops’ descent. 
Pale hairy roots of young trees, 
A shattered sparrow’s nest, 
The bowing branch full of guava 
Fruits yellow and green, 
Blessed basil leaves with tiny 
Silver pearls clean and pure 
Sets the  morn’s golden glory; 
  
Proclamation of a nocturnal rain....

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