People 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 are words that I want to say to the corrupt judges
But I am too civilized and decent to put them on paper
Most judges in...

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around were they planned to build a new city they
designed a perfect place to fool novice people and to
enlighten the brokenhearted. One designer said when
people...

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city of increasing fervor 
heavy with sealed glass windows
in vaulted towers
sky-high protection 
from the steady spew of cars
urban sidewalks in the
private grayness of fall
where sparrows...

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Through nights I hear trains, planes, cranes.
People working or living night life....

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I will stop reminiscing over the 1700s when the 2000s stop mirroring the same values
plantations upgraded to prisons, chains to handcuff, masters to head leaders...

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1.The question is under what authority they collected the money?
2.Ran ads in cinema halls and constituted a five member bench to supervise the fund or...

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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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…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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A simple one life,
is contrast to the urbanites,
less emphasis on punishments.

Wealthy and powerful people,
create new beliefs and holy books.

Government capitals,
and corporate stocks,
rent heaven and hell.

Pilgrimage...

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This is the home of the heartless 
Corporate concrete
Where you become captive 
To the same things you thought set you free
Where solutions to society's problems...

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People are becoming a tribe of nomadic
Who emigrate and become fanatic,
Hoping they will get a peaceful haven,
They have become completely raven,

Wishing for a cozy Lifestyle...

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The book says, people have no face and we have no eyes.
Yet we are expected to drive through.
Irony at its best.
The enemy at our gates,...

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Ten thousand eyes will each day pass but not a single one will see,
for the folly of their hubris hides from harsh reality,
and when they...

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