Freedom New York Poems

Flaco the owl, who’s been on the prowl
Since fleeing his home in the zoo,
Has met his demise, when his nocturnal eyes
Missed the building into which...

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Wrapped up as a present,
delivered to a new home.
Inside of its own wrap
she wanted to be shown.

       She stands...

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Do we really have 
The choice of anchovies 
on the pizza dough ?

Aby M....

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20 years ago,                      ...

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As the warm April rain slowly falls 
all over this lonely town,
we are feeling lonelier than
the hummingbirds perched on trees,
not happy with the mood we...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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What has happened to this city 
Why has it changed. 

Deserted roads
Waterfall deserted 
Deserted malls, theater too
What happened to this city 
Why has changed. 

Blossom...

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Truth Matters

Deplorable. 
That is what I am. 
That is okay with me. 
I work hard, 
Have a family. 
I support my wife, 
and my own...

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Mother of Cowards
by Michael R. Burch aka "The Loyal Opposition"

So unlike the brazen giant of Greek fame
With conquering limbs astride from land to land,
Spread-eagled, showering...

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Free Speech
the basis of all great
literature, the way
human hearts
interact and explore,
that which is good
in the nature of humanity—
and the nature
we learn to deplore.

Politically Correct
is the...

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On ground where once bright giants rose
A spirit wanders still
Through frailty of trust exposed
To dark wind’s bitter chill

The life that moved within this place
Is hurt,...

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A meeting of the quorum
We’re takin’ this place by storm
Got to get back to the farm
By hook or by crook

We’re young, free and insane
Clothes all...

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Don’t Lower Manhattan, 
Keep your heads held high.
Don’t have any truck with evil and 
Let West Side show your best side.
We all come to you,
We’ll...

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The Pied Piper from New York City – Part One

Dare his name be said?
I say, of course, Yes! 

The Pied Piper, himself, is the man,...

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Charcoal covering my flesh, my bones
In my dream, I am a gorilla, I am a chimpanzee,
I am hanging upside down in the New York
City Zoo,...

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