Fear Urban Poems

*Murder most foul. Rod Serling, Stephen King or Ellery Queen?


Picturesque place on the edge of nowhere, small town American life.
Suddenly subject to media glare, reports...

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there's something there, that draws me in,
like a mosquito to a flame. 
my sorrow blooms, it swells away
so swiftly - keeping me at bay.

i glance...

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Surviving with little money
Life really isn’t funny
Raining even when it’s sunny

Don’t wanna run this rat race
No chance of keeping up pace
Falling on my flat face

But...

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A hectic stare across the cliff,
grabs my prying mindfulness.
but yet I  hanker after urban fare,
such ruptured loyalty alas,
has a solid grip as I inhale,
the...

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Under the firmament 
Vying  to escape the dome  of purgatory 
A trap which seems permanent 
Filled with negative energy and pain
Stuck on a plain 
That...

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Wonderous creations 
Flowing across nations 
Filled with positive vibrations 
That would lead down a path of negativity 

Once Intune with  one another 
Unified by...

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In the dawn’s hazy light, I see them,
The weary souls trudging forth,
Faces etched with half-slept weariness,
Their spirits longing for escape.

In this bustling cityscape,
They gather at...

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Boredom awaits you
Throughout the years
When you get up to the hill,
There is fear that invades
The little child who walk up.
You would be afraid for your-self.
That's...

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"...I don't know its name"

BUT! 

Someone once said we were slaves to Fashion   
I think they are right we feel sad depressed happy...

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Scottie dog on his walk
     parading onto sidewalks of quiet drama
his bristling, buoyant hop
       ...

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These are poems for Ukraine and Ukrainians. 

We Are Here
by Michael R. Burch

“We are here.” – Volodymyr Zelensky

We are here. Were are here.
And we won’t...

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Screaming sirens pierce the silence and wrench me from my deep, trance-like sleep. The wind grabs them and slams them into the night sky, whipping...

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…on an Amtrak train.  
Business-class from DC to Trenton. 
It's the work rush.

There is a white man.  
Dark eyes. 
Gray temples…
Southern.  

Loud....

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Seeing a drunk sprawled out
  on the front steps of a three-flat
and a beggar plying his trade
  at the end of the block

The...

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In the place where I live,
there was nothing before...
No house, no constructions
it was total desolation...
Now they planted grain of
development, sowed
bricks, glass and tiles and
invented urban...

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