Short Threshed Poems

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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Pierre's Fart Café 
Inspired By Mystic Rose
Please visit her page
For more inspiration !


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, sure would be sweet

So, visit today, 
Chez Pierre's Fart Café 
A place where there's always a seat...

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I just want to say I love you
So the whole world may know
That time has proven us true
For where now is doubt like snow
Melted and gone, where is dark pain
In the passion of the rain
Flowers grow, we bud again
In God's hand, no truth is vain

Half the world and all my life
Have scattered us apart, yet
And we threshed by storms and strife
Had one light guiding our breath
Beyond the rocks, and here I
Am to say I love you more
Than yesterday, nor sigh I
Again on your golden shore...

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