Best Threshed Poems

I’m too tired to tell another story 
About the pangs of reality 
of my barricading delusions 
and my spontaneous God given days 

A long wait ;A fat fate
A nine day wonder that forever lay in yonder.
I’m bled out of verve ;high on adrenalin 
I hated...

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This transmission is always meshed
Rotating gears of helical threshed
A dog clutch and synchronic ring
Engaging gears this fork in swing




Fourth, Third, second and first
Gears are changed at a burst
Just remember the letter H
When you move that stick
These gears don't grate




Shafts keep turning counter and main
Both can...

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Cowpoke
by Michael R. Burch, circa age 16

Sleep, old man...
your day has long since passed.
The endless plains,
cool midnight rains
and changeless ragged cows
alone remain
of what once was.

You cannot know
just how the Change
will rape the windswept plains
that you so loved...
and so sleep now,
O yes, sleep now...
before you see...

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I am a gleaming aubergine
in an oval dish
My purple skin is polished
Like BBC English.

I await my fate for I am ripe
My seeds fulfil my wish
Soon,soon the knife will cut me up
As corn in fields is threshed.

I’d rather lie in Egypt’s soil
By birds and insects bit
But...

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Perusing the tomes of esoterica,
One truth I've learnt indeed,
Not one book contains it all.
There's always more to read.
Axiom mixed with allegory,
Abstract salt and misty sulphur.
Is this that famous alchemy?
I'll find the quintessence myself.
I wonder will my pupils burn,
Ere I see the salamander?
Peradventure I'll go blind,
Gazing...

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Pierre's Fart Café 
Inspired By Mystic Rose
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We serve our Fartpays
As we do everyday
When we do, we say "Bon Appétit"

Each day they're made fresh
Strained through a mesh
Then threshed, and readied to eat

I like mine, with spice
And bake beans fried twice
Jalapeños,...

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A wild pagan, the wind, a spectral masseuse,
  Blunt cudgel and claw dipped in liquid frost,
To corrupt and ravage the pit head columns,
  As black trees threshed and leaves were tossed;
Slapped against satanic steel mill backdrops,
  Thrust over crusty cracked fissures of...

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†††††††††THE UNFORGIVABLE VOYAGE††††††††
Tears trickled through my face
As our vessel threshed the deep.
Seagulls flapped their wings on
The beach as I watched them 
Disappear before my sight.
I wished to belong to their 
Colony if that meant staying back.

The shores of a place once to me
Known as home...

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PARENTAL ILLS

Fresh fallacy fall flat
Betwixt blenched beaux
Oldies goldies, modern crime
Lacerated denims, newish culture
Conventional crews, forgotten taws
Dearie draws near, dressed chamber
Old tent, increasing wails
Baggy laps, incessant sounds
Daunted, flabbergasted grips
Pleasurable, gratifying tips
Floppy fathers left in tears
Flooey spinsters drown in cheers
Riotous gays, the curse of the pap
Garbled kins...

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Chinese Translations III

Quiet Night Thoughts
by Li Bai aka Li Po
translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Moonlight illuminates my bed
as frost brightens the ground.
Lifting my eyes, the moon allures.
Lowering my eyes, I long for home.


The Solitude of Night
by Li Bai
translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

At the wine party
I lay...

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One night... I had a dream... what I see
Trees on...  each side of me
Through the path...was Lit all the way

Miraculous Light.... in the distance
Through-out Time.....  Existence
Forever Shines.....   Who's Divine

Knowing Only One....  Who's True
Who's Everlasting Life
Our Savior... Our King... Jesus Christ

Along...

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Hay is threshed by the rotor blades,
Hay along with the arms,
Legs, and heads of the milking maids,
Down on the carrion farms.

Farmer Misogynist reaps his yield—
Satan nurtured the crop—
Psychopathology wet the field—
Whing!  Now the rotor blade lops!...

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Somewhere between Easter Island and 
Santiago skims an ocean skiff loaded with
slumped islanders bound within the teetering
cargo hold. In the distance can be seen the
eyes of seven monolithic faces defending
islanders from the fury of volcanoes.

One boy sits in line with the rest of the
villagers, sobbing...

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We have come to the
" feast" 
At jungle, to dance
to tunes 
Of music of our
time, and now, 
Leaving the arena
for others, 
Returning with
cheering heart. 

Gladdened by our
worth 
Our shoulder laid
with arrogant pride 
As it was at the
beginning, 
We stomped
tirelessly, bathed
with 
Salt water and with
the eyes...

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The Room of the Unrequited
By Roger White
    That evening, stillness permeated the lavender-scented room.  Dusk crept through the windows
smudged by oily fingers, The day’s twilight left a dull umbra on wall and floor.  A beam of 
fading sunlight cast onto...

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