Best Tillage Poems

Within the frame a sepia scene
a dusty porch   a rickety chair   
the fabric of your dusky face creased
with ceaseless sunbaked woes
your...

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The rising sun has set.
Night has fallen.
The plow rests,
tillage and toil finished.
The corn ear withers,
but seeds are saved.
The scrolls are opened
event recorded;
the news spread:
"The sun...

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Pumpkin Patch Shenanigans


Puff white cotton candy, royal blue sky 

Autumns breathe over a breadth of meadow lie

Tillage field vines pumpkins that catch a bird’s-eye

Grandpa and...

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Their rending cries, when all is still, reecho in the moonlight;
They lie about in fitful slumber on the ground at noonlight,
Their virgin hair spread in...

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Why did the Native Tribal man decide to build the tee-pee for shelter?
Why did the origin of Africa build dirt houses?
     The Caucasians and...

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unnatural is a pause of heart,
streams crown'd slow with rusted leaves,
time's slow slide in autumn's light,
must move, always, on to the right,

the tillage of the...

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When Attila retired to the Village
He looked for some peaceful tillage
But the price of land
Was so out of hand
He reverted to rape and pillage...

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"Through the Vicious Eyes of Love"



All is fair 
in love and war

or so they say;

why so 
as saints,
mothers 
go through
the course of whore 
to feel...

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Nationwide Insurance twas on my side yay
cuz, earlier this July forth
     two thousand eighteen ja way
windows closed, doors locked, and

 ...

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1. Rain, Ambrosia of existence, by its showers.	
2. Besides source of crops, nourishment to consumers.
3. If rain ceases, wide cosmos is famished.
4. If stormy-rain diminishes,...

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Fahr an' Ice
by Michael R. Burch

From what I know of death, I'll side with those
who'd like to have a say in how it goes:
just make...

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Sweet Centerless Sixteen
by Michael R. Burch

Inconsolable as “love” had left your heart,
you woke this morning eager to pursue
warm lips again, or something “really cool”
on which...

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As the sky shed tears of joy,
the ground hurriedly swallows these tear drops,
making tillage easier,
dormant seeds sprout out to show that  they are still...

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…undeniably tattered and shredded
my itinerary compromised by being
considered as prey and being
expected as a masochistic self-flagellator
losing revenue to the big gun’s atrocious tillage of the...

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Those were such happy days, for I had lately been deeded a farm,
My aunt and uncle were retiring, so tillage had lost its charm.

Since they...

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