It's me, the master of never letting go,
and yet I let you slip, you kept me for
show, and to prove your theory about
                me
             + a bit of confidence
             = you
said you wouldn't want to miss it
and that's a reason to stay.

It's me, the master of never letting go,
I was kept for show and stole it, got burned
yet returned, listened to, not understood,
the one who always sticks around, now
I look both ways crossing streets, managed
to become an end to the means.

It's me again, I'm tired, was held in a cage
that promised flight, the sun never changed
directions, it's a never-ending sight, like
a movie set, except this time I'm a side
character and there are no extras.

It's me, the master of never letting go.
Is anyone listening? It's fine if you aren't.
This one is not about the show.

The show is poetry in motion
even on the black canvas of the night
it remains a live showdown the stars
one that's hardly dark in the dark.

The fireflies fly through
highlighting in silver lines
that could barely shed new light
amid the spectator stars
eye on upon it from the far.

The sea in black in the night
billows with full of ink
only to wish to ink a beauty spot
above its forehead on a shining Moon-dew.

Looking down on it from the stars
the sea in black is bedewed with moonlight.
It’s not that there is no red no purple no colour
it's the garden of every morning's new sun
in bloom in the shady bud of the night.

I walk up to the counter ready to place an order to go.
With coffee and cookie in tow,
i head to my favorite spot and get ready for the show.
3..2..1 let's go!
What's the show you ask?
I don't know! It's different every day
and plays whether the sky is blue or gray.
It could be a traffic jam,
a man trying to wash people's cars,
someone getting arrested,
or even a guy in a costume saying he's an alien from mars. Whatever plays that day, it never gets old.
I get to learn about the people of my city
while staying out of the cold

The Bachelor Spectacular
by Michael R. Burch

One heart? Tossed aside.
The other? A bride’s.
In all his great wisdom, the bachelor decides.

Eeenie, mean-ie, mine-y, mo’, ...
one gal must stay and one must go.
If she hollers? That’s the show!

No heart can handle such despair!
But hearts get broken, hearts repair.
Next season? The treasoned will rule the air!

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I hear what they say behind my back
I see it in their eyes
they think i'm asking to get worse
day by day

They don't see the struggle
the inner demons I fight
the hopeless nights filled with tears
so many times I almost gave up

but I'm keeping my secret
I'm going to blow them away
when I show up
better than ever

i don't know it's a show
i'm a **** and a macho
most liquid form of a nacho

and if you don't read that poem
it blackstreetly remains poem
no articles necessary
look: my curses vary ms. berry

ain't no curses necessary
but my necessities vary:
peeing loving being feeling
i'm a breed of dog and buddy
when you see me on the street; ermh

i can't beat the street it's nothing

indifference is requirement
i get never tired man
writing these poems:
20 a day
140 a week

come over stay and read
i just stopped to feed
writer's block
but it's cool dial
1-800-writers-mob

this stuff ain't fun
cause it's just a pun
this stuff ain't a pun
it's like purple in a raindrop

my first name is mainshock
last name will be morlock

have a good one baby
say hello to tizzop

been here
done that
show me something new
something blue
show me everything