Long Scythes Poems

I’ve Been So Lucky in Life! (1&2)
(Only Raped 5 Times Metaphorically)

Poem’s Introduction
My poetry has always been about transparency. It’s about letting go of an effort to be liked by others, and allowing others to gravitate...

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In a house high on a hill an old man grows weak, many years have gone, he lays in his old bed,
Back in the day, a dashing young officer with a brilliant red uniform he...

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Lorca Translations III

Federico Garcia Lorca (1898-1936) was a Spanish poet, playwright and theater director. He was assassinated during the Spanish Civil War and his body was never found.

Paisaje (“Landscape”)
by Federico Garcia Lorca
translation by Michael R....

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NOT incarnated in an unlight inside this Great Hookworm's duotoroidal traumedy-

NOR feverously skeined 'tween the Void's warp-weft over timeleft psukhai shivering-

NIL latency in thoughtfoam friths or thrice-past-madness witnesses to Tantalus' entelechy.


IT wasn't borne on echoes...

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Lorca Translations II

Canción del jinete (“Song of the Rider”)
by Federico Garcia Lorca
translation by Michael R. Burch

Cordoba. Distant and lone.
Black pony, big moon,
olives in my saddlebag.
Although my pony knows the way,
I never will reach Cordoba.

High plains,...

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Destiny demands that we be the debtor 
that we sacrafice for the skin of our future,
We left the cradle of the Caucasuses to explore,
to plant the dreams of our Creator,
venturing into the virgin chaos
where the...

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What a pathetic spectacle she makes –
The wordless poet, sunk in her stupor of defeated uninspired misery
She sits alone in the darkness,
Encompassed in her imprisoning spotlight of gloom
Surrounded by a million lights of happy souls
Their...

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From the chthonic chasm, I materialize in sarcophagus
Spectral filaments of the netherworld
Spiral in a maelstrom around my silhouette
Osseous structures fracture contort
I ascend from the fecund terra firma
A cadaverous marionette oscillates in a morbid gavotte
Sole rhapsodic...

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"A melody whispers through the trees in the Autumnal season.
A colorful song, a sing along, and nature's beauty is the reason."
              ...

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Inspired by Machinehead – Darkness Within (Acoustic version) & members of society who refuse to embrace the kiss of silence…

As great intentions
Wither upon invalidated declarations,
Serenity’s crowd holds teary-eyed candles
Making silent wishes
For the venom to be...

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The Farmer and his Corn


Snug and warm beneath the earth
The field awaits the coming birth
It holds the richness that they need
Provides the anchor for the seed

The farmer by his hand did sow
Soon he knows his...

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In life they take and take, dignity, peace. In life they trick us into nothing. Lower than soil; deeper than roots; sunk in swamps.

In death we live,
find paths past moon
and stars.

In life they destroy thoughts;...

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I do bereavement well, as Death and I are one.
Kin to each and closer still we have both become.
Ner have I traveled far, nor long have I lament,
when Death comes sauntering along and strikes once...

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When daffodils brighten my windowsill

And warm Spring rain begins to fill

My outdoor pots and borders wide

My heart cannot help but burst with pride

We have survived Winter's squalls and snow

Spring has arrived for a few weeks...

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An abattoir, a hymn of scythes severing flesh, is sung mellifluously by a siren with onyx scales. Bubbles in the twilight abyssal depths, a symphonic orchestra of eels gavotte. Orbs watch at these pressures with...

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When the sunshine burns off the morning dew
And the flowers unfold and smile
Then we gnomes will be ready to do what we must do
We'll prepare for the party with style

We'll get out our scythes and...

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In the august acclamations of weaponry
befits this uniform adorned 
and in prideful boast our livery
of arsenal upon the enemy scorned

From this distant seat shall reap dead carapace
the automata's bullet indulges no refugee
to warrant such requital...

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Forgetting is a vain refugee camp,
    Madonna, for still these walls get
    breached, amidst the daily, frenzied
    barter of honed art for bread,

While slaking arid, thirsty...

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All of a sudden
It feels somehow ok to say i love you now
Whilst praying for the dying
Hoping death forgives live mistakes and misguided hates

The Rushes blow the breeze
While Pollen makes my eye's water
and nose sneeze
As...

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Long gone are the golden
Dusty days!
Where once, like Blazons
On Armorial Shields,
The gathered bronze sheaths 
stood -
Cut through at the stalk...
Raised from time honoured
swathes.

Burnished like brushed copper
By high summers slanted rays:
That were sliced so thinly 
From...

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Absorbed by happenstance, left flailing in the pouring rain,
As it dripped from the hanging trees,
The branches wept, stripped bare again,
Riddled with winter’s disease.
How scythes cut nerves when I saw no return
When I reached the perimeter...

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On a night in October when the full moon beams
Marsh noises resonate, all is not what it seems

The wind rustles the reeds with a haunting chilling sound
As the awakening dead arise from their dormant cold...

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behind the invisible and locked door Akashic records are re-
corded and monitored (lizards and limbic systems leak fluids) 
as druids sacrifice their lives for the harvest and hum…

the swelling cities ramble and babble
beneath sagging and...

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This day so historically malevolent
I seemed to have died within my soul
As a pray to the clouds, though they
Are dark and crossing the line of death
I see the passing of my soul unto the 
Realms...

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On a beautiful June morning very early we made our way down to the fields,
The men had scythes to ring in all the bustle for the annual hay harvests,
We were a merry bunch and we...

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