Long Bowery Poems

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Though still within our infancy, 
we strive to thrive, but woefully 
we flash and flaunt our 'primacy',
display our trophies pridefully.
 
Our terra firma ecstasy
destroys survival's harmony,
lays waste to life on land and sea.
Mankind, thy name...

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stones
by michael r. burch


i.
far below me lies a village
with its houses hewn from stone
and though Everyman who lives there
bravely claims he’s not alone,
i can tell him, yes u are!
for u cannot touch the stars
no matter...

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‘ Legendary …’  ( Part  4 (of) 4 ) 



Now, that the Maiden was Unaided, Quickly, ‘He’ Located, Her Craftily
Beth, was in A Flurry, Too Much in a Hurry to Hear Turning of...

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With nostalgia Mom looks back to the year
A little girl walking to Riverside Park, without fear
Except for the bowery, no homeless on the street
Kids played outside, lots of friends to meet.

A chocolate bar was 5...

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at the mission in the Bowery
when the addict comes in at night
they are ushered through electronic doors that
slam shut like a prison 
echoing down the hall &
with few people on staff
they make their rounds in...

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Ink Stains
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I see by the news that they may level a bit of Americana.
Alas, 'tis that old icon, the railroad depot in Richmond, Indiana.
I have many fond and not so fond memories of that old place.
Unless...

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Sing Kumbaya around the fire; don’t look around
As beneath the baptismal waters the black sheep drown
Cold currents under the surface pull their breath down
Lullabies of praise snuff their cries as flickering flames of lives
Drown in...

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You don’t wanna meet Joey Fatone 
He’s a Jersey Devil
with a Tasmanian attitude

Street whispers say, 
“Baby” is a notch below
asylum certifiable

A wise guy, gator gait    bad to the bone
Known to go postal...

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If our springs are uncertain we enjoy fine sunny days
A feeling for spring, even when bad, is always good
Such is the opening of April, not winter nor summer
It is spring fickle and chilly a spring...

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Ever since I was a youngster, I loved my comedy shows 
So, I've wrote about some comedy that most everybody knows 
Remember watching "The Honeymooners" late at night tucked in your bed 
Remember watching "The...

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No more water hosing or truncheons beaten on bare feet,
no nightsticks cracking skulls on Bowery streets.

No cold water straitjackets or rubber padded rooms,
no laudanum doses sweeping minds like a broom.

Now its pretentious centers deluxe
brazenly charging...

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