Long Butchering Poems

It was not uncommon to discover a missing Brother Legionary
castrated, and decapitated
with a headless eagle carved upon his chest,
don't speak to me of morals and mercy
for I have seen and dealt the damage of rude...

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Honey. 
A question.

One?

For now.
Subject to chain-reaction change.

As long as we're clear
about our lack of restraining rules.

Quite so, dear.
I'm wondering about that line
"Jesus is the reason
for the Season."
What was the reason
before JesusSeason?

I mean,
Joseph and Mary
and their...

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I slept in all day because of a sleepless night
I keep thinking of you in dismay and with might
I’m a lyric without instruments — an a cappella
Without drums, piano and guitar and I’m in awe
Because...

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I am bound in the chambers of doubt
I want to run His ever-redeeming Route
Believing in You is getting more difficult, so difficult
Faith in You has been disappearing…and it’s my fault

I must trek these mountainous tribulations...

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I guess you can say that I'm a wilderness survivor junkie,
which is surprising for many because surviving isn't easy.
Anyone who tells you that wilderness surviving is fun
isn't truly surviving. They are just simply camping,
but venturing...

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Was it worth
Butchering the butterflies 
We gave each other? 

Were they not 
Pretty enough? 
Or were they just too fragile 
For your unstable world? 

Your world of
Mismatched jigsaw puzzle thoughts 
And drunk high school riddles...

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A phantom beauty sheathed within a gown of utter darkness,
Stalks the lonely avenues of Los Angeles, seeking in vengeances
Revenge for her murder to bring him unto justice’s final damnation!
On the corner of thirty-Ninth Street she...

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A hundred days of tomb-like silence; a hundred days of blind eyes and deaf ears; a hundred days of wooden hearts and cruel minds. This was long ago, but still its stigma is there. Years...

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Hundreds quizzed and all perplexed
Not even one understood
for my answer to their only question
who is your source?

Nonetheless iam not afraid and
dared to think beyond the surreal truth
But to tell the truth of truth; when
my positron...

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Fielding Culver stepped off the west-bound train,
and gazed up on the towering Front Range,
it was a cool morn, eighteen sixty-nine,
he’d been sent out west, his brother to find.

He set up in a hotel in Green...

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“But we realized, decades on back,
how consciousness burns out machines,
we are not gods when we create,
there are hard limits to our dreams.

“And the same questions you have asked,
why create what must quickly die,
haunted humans for...

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Bursap another example of my mom's butchering
Of the english language.She really was a funny woman.One time she told me "I used to be a good looking woman .Now I'm ugly as a mud fence.Never saw...

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There’s this bison ranch in west Nebraska,
not all that far away from the Pine Ridge,
most of the time they make money off meat,
though when the weather gets colder than a fridge

they like to offer folks...

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Martial Translations

Coq au vin (Cook or wine)
by Martial, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

1.
Hosts always invite you to dinner, Phoebe,
but are you merely an éclair to the greedy?

2.
Hosts always invite you to dinner, Phoebe,
but are...

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3 strikes…you’re out!
I’ve given you way too many chances…
Do you expect more?
You left me empty-handed… your insufficiency advances…
3 strikes…you’ve ran out of chances
But I’m kind enough to buy you some more
Or maybe I have some...

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The old man had finished raiding the garbage cans outside Tines' store,
A few crusts of bread and a bit of sausage, his belly screamed for more,
Walking away he shivered, as he hid the book from...

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I won’t hold my breath for the day you stop butchering us. We already have enough issues trying to breathe with you around. They said one should never bring a knife to a gunfight, can...

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A pro-active journalist
is like a research-committed teacher
teaching and listening to cooperative research designs
and presentations.

The opposite of the journalist's deconstruction
of events
is reconstruction through predictive narrative.
Just as the opposite of permaculture's green activist
regeneration
is pathological degeneration
emerging from past...

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Richard clerihewed me yesterday
Why the nerve, I should have got him first I say
Then I laugh still wondering if clerihewed is a word
Realizing that many conventions in our language are up surd   

The...

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It happened many years ago, just after World War ll.
When I was just a little girl with lots to see and do.
A visit to my cousin's house, ten miles northeast of town,
Would cause the frown...

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Human Organs Anyone

Early this morning, there was this dire warning over social media...
Of a van apprehended in Thailand filled with bodies of dead children..

There was a disturbing photo of young children, some half naked...
Laid out...

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No two songs
are sung exactly alike.
For if they were
they would be one sung song.

No two stories
unfold precisely uniform.
For if they did
they would become one united uniformity.

Yet no two songs,
no two stories
remain entirely alien toward each...

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Most everything written
(and learned ya in school)
     Yukon coon sitter, (and bet
     your bottom dollar) tibia bunch
     of contrived information

   ...

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http://www.poetrysoup.com/poems_poets/poem_detail.aspx?ID=382281
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The Lure Of The Beast is the Wolf Man's Werewolf Dream.
It was written by Samia Arroyo and it inspired the following theme;
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He stalks and pounces upon his prey. He savagely needs now to be...

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Cajole me in the right frame of mind
For I'm vexed not because of
Personal issues but because of the
Morbid, abstract canvas of life
I'm subjected to witness, where 
Groups of so-called righteous men
Drop indiscriminate bombs
On fellow humans...

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