Chicago Prose Poetry Poems

The sun
sliding toward the west on a ruby strip,
the tired sky sighs
sunlight bouquets,
open dawns from dawn
they start to draw their shutters,
from the subway, a great...

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The same mask
firmly held on the face
with a strong wrist,
no chills, no regrets, no shaking!
Nights in turn I wondered,
what is hidden behind the mask,
to discover:...

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STUCK ON BE LIE FS
Gives me the Creeps

People Laugh and get "tickled pink" when I respond to them by saying "I have forgotten more than...

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Chicago.
Wish you were here.
Walk with me in my heart, My Love...

I was expecting more noise on a Saturday night,
But the wind wasn't even up.
(I was...

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I started my teaching career in a Chicago middle school as a sub.
Our cars were locked up so they would not be vandalized during the...

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I clocked out and headed for home before the darkness came.
From the street bus I witnessed mayhem, and felt so strange.
Like the actions of an...

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From New York City to LA; New Orleans to Chicago and Minneapolis             ...

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There she was in plain view, clean, brightly colored, and not undercover.
As nice as she was, I don’t know why she was still there and...

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My Chicago Bike
By Curtis Johnson

There was once a Christmas past,               ...

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One Unforgettable Cry
By Curtis Johnson

It was  late in January when I received a call from Chicago
A younger sister called one day and said, “Please...

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During the time before television came to our home,                ...

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The Chicago Cure
By Curtis Johnson

They came tired and torn, weary and worn
They came male and female, straight and gay
They came high and hooked, homeless and...

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rd In The 60's
By Curtis Lee Johnson 

In the rural South, sometimes life was cruel 
Robbery from the poor was legal via dirt cheap labor

In...

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Father Bob
By Curtis Johnson

In Chicago, by the early 70’s, many great churches had taken flight
Off to the suburbia they went, seeking refuse from crime and...

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My Lost Legacy

At the land’s end I stand, like my ancestors of Indus-Valley
Looking for my lost legacy, while the tri-sea emitted in hue
Dishes once prepared...

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Angel moved to and fro in Chicago, Illinois
Edgewater Hospital door opened
Dorothy Emma Howell Rodham was received
Travailed for a contributor to American she bore
Suddenly Hilary Diane...

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she  beckoned my soul i sat in fear 
nothing to focus on except writing a tear 
she busted through the window to her surprise
sitting...

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Hendrix was the best on the guitar that eye have ever saw and the star spangled 
banner made by this strang black man became my...

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