Short Thistles Poems

On
song-
a charm
of finches
om yellow flares....

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Your flaming heart has me floating on a cloud of iron thistles...

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Narator loves me,
Dodging thorns and thistles,
I love you so much...

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Thrones and thistles
Who are you whiskey whiskers
My little ball of yarn...

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love torn thistles prick
heartache's sting entices me
tangled in soft blooms...

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fall blooming thistles
pink heads protected by spikes
hot asphalt cracking

...

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weaver’s 
spindle fulls the cloth
teasel



Note: Scottish thistles were once used by weavers as spindles....

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A rose has so many thistles
As sharp as fractured rock crystals
When my lady fair
Puts one in her hair
I stand well back and just whistles...

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God never promised you and I Eden –
Only thistles, but even a thistle
Will grow tall in shaft and be edible.
Was that not sufficient for Adam?...

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Birds revel on shimmy petals
Fervid wings stretching over sepals
Thistles on the other side, live in deep purples
Whistles of portals imbued by warbles...

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pondering the blooms
that grace the paths not chosen-
       so sharp the thistles
 pristine trails that woo the soul, 
 roses sweet, among the thorns...

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Rain
cheery, amenable
cooling, soaking, quenching
gardens, crops, thistles, weeds
growing, choking, drying
leachy, noxious
drought

8/7/2022...

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thorns +thistles are our curse,
bramble +tumbleweed,our chore;
likewise our lives,
streessed with strain,
heartache +pain;
'til resurrection bodies
in a twinkle,one day regain...

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I
Two trees, two fruit
Thistles, thorns: not food
Good fruit - good tree
Bad fruit reveals tree-truth


II
Matthew 7 reveals heaven
As in Second Eden
Read "Revelation" - last book
Garden Truths, discern fruits...

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Thistles create
		neat purple blooms
		but their stalks are prickly.
		Grabbed near the ground
		thistles will uproot
		with little damage
		to fingers and thumb.
		It’s rising in the world
		that makes them so nasty....

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It’s a tale of terrible tears and tone
Borne beyond body, blood and bone
Stronger than sand, steel and stone,
An alluring ambassador left all alone.
Thorns and thistles thronged His throne
Opened onslaught on Him by his own...

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leave nature alone
trust her to turn every stone
her time is her own


colors in season
life, death and new beginnings 
nature has her way


flowers smell so sweet
thorns and thistles prick your feet
nature has a laugh

April 17, 2021...

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Hear grandma’s tea-kettle whistle,
quaint-blessings…out-moded thistles.

Soak mighty generation soil,
leaves steeping…ancient toil.

Stir mind over matters Gen-Z,
while you and bestie, spill the tea.


*spill the tea - gossip
**bestie - best friend...

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Can't life's garden be happy
    without thistles or thorns
  Does the rosebush need brambles
    to greet blue skies of morn

  These questions I asked my father
    and my mother ~
  They each clucked their tongues
    told me to play with my brother......

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Prickly green crow with fuzzy eyes crept into the meadow last night
Purple thistles cringed when they saw who it was, they knew him.
He was notorious for swallowing their buds and shoots in gulps.
Does he have a name? A cringing wildflower asked. Scared shootless....

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God banished from the Garden of Eden,
Adam and Eve after the fruit eating,
now we deal with thorns and thistles,
dysfunctional sin issues,
throughout our hectic life,
He is our peace pipe,
please don't delay,
come what may,
He says,
pray.






1-21-17...

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needles and nettles
thistles and thrushes
thrashers and hashish
each has a has as each
a brother and sister
a mister and missus
a this and a that is
their there and
they're there
and no 
where
to be
found
finding
all is lost
what cost
freedom we
shall overcome...

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I am an island unto myself
I toil not
I reap
but I do not sow
caught in a snare of thorns and thistles
my roots have decayed
a nightmarish dream with no beginning or ending
can I delay judgement?
as the winds blow away the chaff
can the grain be saved?...

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Dwelling
In the arches
Of dark corners that reach 
The entombment of my stale mind,
Frozen 

In time; 
Freshly scarred by
Unfulfilled musings led 
By stoic apathy singing 
Tunes of 

Friction, 
Fluctuating 
Amidst piercing thistles,
And crucifying vines flooding 
My core....

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Faeries and sprites flitting among the thistles and the daisies.
Sitting at the base of the violets, strumming easy listening guitars.
So, this is where the hippies go, observed a new arrival.
Understanding there are many levels of heaven.
And we gravitate to the one we relate to the hardest....

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