Short Thatched Poems
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Thatched hut in the sun,
Trees and balloons as landmark,
Journey to embark!
26.05.2015
Picture Perfect Haiku # 1
Inside the grass thatched Eastern hut,
Far through the snakes rising on the wall,
The luminous lantern lights were blown off.
"Bellows",
bellows the blacksmith
the thatched roof crofter's cottage
so beautiful
in the cottage garden
the wild pink heather evokes
fond memories of Victoria.
In the woods, I stumbled upon
a thatched roof, spirit house.
Foolish was I for peering within
it became enraged; giant claws erupted
from underneath, as it leapt towards me!
palms yield to harsh wind
dark clouds fill tropical sky...
thatched fronds blanket sand
Date written: March 15, 2019
Contest: Writing Challenge 2, March 2019 - Haiku
Sponsor: Dear Heart
Stigma Attached and Horm Humor Hatched
When constructed roof appeared to be thatched,
And to it would see some sticky stigma attached;
First had to lunge,
Then into pool plunge;
Having happened after Horn Humor was hatched.
Jim Horn
One summer I bought husband and I shirts that matched.
Not one or two, but rather ten or twelve, all thickly thatched.
We rode around in them puffed up, as if just hatched.
Looking like Tweedle Dee and Dumb, distorted, and insanely batched.
altruistic monsoon
sublimed drumming
on the chest of the
thatched roof
she is undressing
my dissociated conscience
delicate fingers dance
preparing to make love
with my creative mind
my thoughts my voice
shadow of my existence
arent we all
lonely
here
Form:
Just One Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Sara Kendrick
Placed 1st
Raindrops on thatched roofs
Partied nonstop till sunrise
Without beer or wine
Group: 4
Rainfall from a thatched roof
cloudbursts of water arriving wet
flooded streets and rivers
drench-pours and raincoats ;
sun showers and liquid sunshine
streams of water flowing through
monsoon moments burst of flowers
heavy dew on a leaf and, RAIN
Mystic Rose 05/10/2019
since the birth of love-
love learns to fly
through the dark of night
body to body,
veins to veins,
under the broken moonlit,
crossing the owl sight,
besides the bamboo bush,
under the half-broken thatched made roof,
in the other land,
by another sheath-shaped barrier device (condom)!
-April 28, 2019, Chattogram
A little thatched cottage tucked away.
Happy memories from happy days.
Full of atmosphere and charm.
Children playing safe from harm.
Warm and cozy inside thick walls.
Outside let the blizzard storm.
Bog oak beams, flax and turf.
Kettle singing on the hearth.
On quiet nights clear skies.
No sound of traffic or passers by.
Deep sleep in a safe haven.
In Fanad this little piece of heaven.
Rolling Dice
by Odin Roark
Natural selection
Can’t help it
Way back
Necessity abounded
Creating proceeds by chance
Expanded into nonrandom reality
From random happenstance
Amassed complexity from
Cross-thatched simplicity
Spark-lit some consciousness
Through unconscious irony
Popped out creatures
Demanding purpose and discovery
And science/common sense labeled it
Evolution
You were obliged
to watch the curse
on the caterpillar,
forced to fly.
It was a stunning spectacle.
The walnut tree scooping
to gather,
the gold of black berries.
Speak up my lord. Did you live
in the ghetto to know the
truth of thatched roofs ? Were
you afraid of huge mansions ?
It was not your heart; a
borrowed sample of imitiative
poetry. I will still go for
the rhythm of unspoken words.
Satish Verma
Solitude-2
On the backdrops of mango trees
Paddy fields stretches beyond horizon,
Last rays of sunset when touches the branch of a river,
Over there sat on the varendah,
I watch the thatched house of my village
As if submerged, in darkness, the wave imperials!
Ever I narrated this part of solitude?
Everything when appeared as nothing!
From dust to sky, you hear a sole rhythm!
Solitude has spread her wings, here and beyond!
The spine of a hedgehog,
The horn of a stag,
The teeth of an eel,
The dearth of a seal.
Inside us all, the killer whale,
Searching, fishing its bale;
Settling, cradling the loser,
In a bold, deluded red blazer.
Packing the great white,
Into cheeks’ thatched might,
Squid freezes the past time,
For one more near rhyme.
Avoiding the fiery apex,
Large seals call and flex,
Because our first thought,
Is the other I bought.
Dominique Webb
The light limps homeward
I have sundry thoughts of you
You would miss this too
The swallows calling
From the thatched roof of childhood
No moon rise tonight
Clouds are curtains here
Nor moon, nor joy can cross them
Owls mourn far away
I know you trembled
Not when sea-bound the willow wept
No diamond rot
Beautiful and bright
Are words defining coldness too
Or color of snow
My hostage thought yearns
For pillowed breast and good rest
The frail dream of you
Very deep emotional and inspiring verse:
He was born from a grass thatched house in a remote village. His friends used to laugh him that he will be a failure in life. At lunchtime he had lack of food and wore a tattered school uniform. One day,he was chased out of school because he had no school fees. But, today he is taking flights all over the world and helping millions out of poverty shackles.
Inspired by philanthropist
Poetry Chipepo Lwele
16/02/2023
Preening to an eye ache,
he searched for meaning abound,
in my acts that lay around,
all scattered and in shambles,
I had strewn his home and hearth,
after blasting it to smithreens,
I remember the scorch that I had lit,
in his poor thatched bit,
which had everything eaten,
and leaving all only ashen,
I had evn lost,
what I could have got,
this man was without address,
and had no redress,
I had killed a life,
though it could have lived with some strife.
Stiff pleated fronds in concert rise
to wax under the April sun
and trill their canticles begun
in verses jade that they comprise.
Chartreuse of thorny branches splay
a tumult to belie the grace
that on display they interlace
like rose stems on a breezeless day.
Atop the thatched denuded bole
gush fountains cast in cardamom,
an opalescent diadem
that glistens on the mossy knoll.
In thus exuberant array
do cloistered peacocks mime ballet.
1/20/18
Smouldering charcoal smoke drifting
Heady mead distilled from honey...
Whethered white skin tropical sea
Gleaming sun path on the water
Rising up out of the ancient ocean
Bronze sheild glinting in the light
Celtic metalwork deep in the earth
A hundred million years ago under
the sea was the great sacred stone
Ceremonial patterns of swirling line
Druids little hamlet thatched roofs
were bathed in the suns reddish light.
Freshly baked bread crickets at night.
Crème de la crème of society
Bone de la bone of the beggary
Castles suffocating with excess loot
Thatched huts with nakedness afoot
Mansions ignorant of starvation
Shanties bereft of constipation
Wardrobes of polished shoes, suits and ties
Cupboards riddled with bugs, roaches and flies
Despite the abundance, children are just a pair
While in lack, procreation is spared the care
When all is said and done, we arrive at the divide
When all that is left is for the earth to open wide