Lost 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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LONELINESS

FOR THE LONE ONE ON THE EDGE OF THE CLIFF
WINDS HUSTLES TO GET HIS DIVIDING ATTENTION
DELVING ON HIS DEEPER MEMORIES

REMEMBERING HER ON THE COLD HARSH...

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Written: August 04, 2023
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In a city once vibrant but now left forlorn,
Where residents vanished, as ghosts, they were torn,
Loneliness was unfiltered, it filled every street.
A...

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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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Gateway town, Mississippi and Missouri river flooding confluence,
with its celebration of manifest destiny, its looming, iconic archway.
Stainless westward marker, its culture flowed southward for influence
within...

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Park of unfenced wildness
          densely packed in light infused summer
city folk beat paths of free spirited...

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Hay now, now sing this corrosion
Of winter wastes and Red stars white nights

And waring tribes a bully on the block 
To kick you when your...

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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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…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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she lived in a very big house
condemned, by the common air of
dirty tricks and dusty sunshine
by the moon of arms, arms stretched
over her head

over the...

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Suburban waste stretches beyond and far away
Languishes under the hot hazy sun
Seasons reap
Memories run
Remembering things better left unseen
Memories reel in the theater on the mind
Things...

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We sit in our idle houses
plugged-in to the world wide web 
of digital madness and make-believe. 

We text tweet posts from on far and shadow...

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Soft breezes kiss the ancient stones.
Caress the twilight touched streets.
Rippling along highways where long lost ghosts parade unseen.
Fire touched spires lance skyward toward the fading...

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