Long Gashed Poems

I crept into the pit of hell all alone. Contingent upon my lifestyle I knew this could be my last day alive…

She haunted me in my dreams. She terrorized me in the sunlight but through...

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Blossom
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Blossom

Just grab a seat on that stump lad, and I'll take centre stage, 
With a yarn about a small brown donk, and a lad about your age.
And thanks much for the offer, but I'll give...

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{"-Every second of my life in which I cherish, So that I will never burden myself with the thought of you, I try so hard to cope with the idea of straying yourself away from...

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Early Poems XX

These are my early poems or juvenilia. 


Paradise
by Michael R. Burch, age 15

There’s a sparkling stream
And clear blue lake
A home to beaver,
Duck and drake

Where the waters flow
And the winds are soft
And the sky...

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Rag Doll
by Michael R. Burch, circa age 17

On an angry sea a rag doll is tossed
back and forth between cruel waves
that have marred her easy beauty
and ripped away her clothes.
And her arms, once smoothly tanned,
are...

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Here are four survivors of a rocket that had crashed.
For a great distance, they had walked through rain that had splashed
so long, and so hard, that everything was turning white.
The downpour continued steadily through day...

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My man from youth grew
  Your life was full of superiority;
  You dazzled and demarcated, 
  Who does not belong must be sacrifice,
  And laughter were the mystery of your horror...

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We dragged the slopes to our feet.
On the summit, we burnt our clothes
for wood and there shuffled our feet
in the hush of the falling snow.
 
We had come out of the scuffed grass.
 
With one...

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Brave Men Wade Into Shadows On Death's Ground

Power of one secret word can shatter all,
 send men into war and deadly harms way.
Dead and dying on battlefields they fall
 for dead glory and pittance of...

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The cabin door was slamming against the raging wind,
The cabin door was slamming
Banging, it was loud, 
She fumbled in the darkness the fire had burned out. 

Her faithful dog pricked his ears, continued with his...

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The mist was thick, the hour was late,
I halted at the rusty gate;
I’d heard the stories of that place,
And thought about a crime so base:
A girl was murdered, years ago.
Her ghost remains in situ, though;
She...

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The Fiercest Black Beast That A Knight Once Slew
Dark poetry

Sharp blade penetrated black blood flowed about
Mighty hairy black beast groaned then vomit let out
In a flash I kicked it in the vulnerable spot
Enraged, with all...

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  The food bank was in an old rundown part of town,
        and already there was a long lineup;
      the people needed...

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Whence it came it did not say
unwelcome it decided to stay
Like a ghost it seem to float in the air
glance twice and was it ever here
From the land where the sea foam sprays
the morning moon...

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an ocean breeze fills up your senses
 the seagulls flock overhead
 inside there is something stirring
 as if heathers exploding within
 shadows block the temptress taunts
 alone in the silence,

 couples running naked through the...

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In the deepest, darkest, dankest depths,
the creatures plan and hedge their bets,
they ponder just how bad we'll get,
and smoke their foreign cigarettes.

Concentrating on the Middle East,
they've hatched and raised a hateful beast,
and guaranteed they'll be...

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1.
Raucous winds sweep pristine waves 
against gods' sepulchral canvas as
stagnant, sharp wings' frames rose from malnourished hearts;
ends of elongated crosses marked beginnings
of rotten, venomous roots plugged into dead matter.

2.
Hollowed caverns invaded by calloused fingers 
coaxed...

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it hurts to flail you 


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He arrived on the back of a wild ferocious beast
He came with a fury that originated way back in the east
The tormenter is on the way, he is leveling every town!
We began to pack up...

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More things can happen or could have happened,
From a cold metal,
Sharpened in fine fettle,
Making skin nettled,
Damaging the mettles,
To keep minds unsettled,
Provoking to ask, if this is or if this was real or mental?

Blade on arms,
Skin...

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All Alone 
  Down the cold road I go/ I've grown to be no fun and alone/ I sit on the couch pissed about doubts/ I lash out/ so to my hole I hide/...

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Fate's Wicked Black Hand And Its Long Sharp Sword

As withdrawn sword shows its reds and gashed side aches so
horror's hand is shown in colors that are vibrant,
within swirling shadows and their flesh flaying blows
echo black...

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yesterday i had a dream
In this dream i had died
I saw you walking with her
You waved and i smiled
And i watched as you walked away
I turned to go my way
Only to bump into one who...

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And written on top of my sonnet – a note…
Hey babe – working late see you soon…

All those lonely hours... 
Writing to capture the thought for what?
 A soulful rite...

My life left gashed and dripping...

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