Best Windy City Poems

I’ve a vast store of mem’ries about Chicago
as I’ve lived there for a couple of years
helping out in the parish of many immigrants,
especially Mexicans and...

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Ted was a professional farter
and at his windy recitals he’d boast
that could even toot Moonlight Sonata
If his wife fed him baked beans on toast!

There was...

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My room at the Hyatt 
Smelled like my ex-wife
She didn't have oodles of class
Or wasn't overly fancy
So, it must be that aroma of 
Almost masking...

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"The 50 Move Rule"



Thomas Crown 
rolled his smile 
around her frown

Romance blew a warm breath
over her pristine cowrie shell
Voodoo Mojo Bag

There, 
just there, 
an Ocean...

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I glanced at him on his knees 
donning tears and a robe
wiping bullet and blood off the streets.

He slowly made his way toward 
the broken...

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If you are not from the area, you probably don’t know
about this town which is a suburb of Chicago.
It is located to the southwest of...

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As a baseball fan in the Windy City,
one had to tolerate a lot of mediocrity.
If you followed the Cubs, you deserved a lot of pity.
What...

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Mississippi.
Mostly mild, wet, and muddy  in winter,
but also chilly, cold, and sometimes snowy.
We feasted on ice cycles from tin or asphalt rooftops;
We screamed and...

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Oh, the team that has brought so many cheers

            to the fans who followed...

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I like to spend time in Chicago  
on old Oak Street beach along Lago 
Michigan.  There I can
watch girls tan and hear a...

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She wrote a letter 
Which I happily read
In Spring
Summer baked on
Autumn arrived with a chill in the air
Winter followed with snow 
Then the call came
Aunt...

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Time And Space

In the class rooms from the very first grade,
we played with trucks and toys in the sand box

We learned side by side to...

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On the main floor of the bus station in the windy city,             ...

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My Dad Was Just a Lad
Part 3

I’ll close with just this “added” tale,
Of this  “Old Veteran’s” rhyme.
To share how one man’s story,
Ended. . ....

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Discomfort . . .
with snowfall all day long,
with gusty winds and ice storm,
there’s need to be extra careful
either to get around on foot
or just to...

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