sitting on the corner
in a cold and windy city
I wrote a little verse
I think - more of a ditty
It had a subtle lilt to it
a bit terse – a bit witty
of a troubadour too cold to sing
Oh, Lord, it is a pity
sitting on the corner
3AM - in a windy city
John G. Lawless
©12/9/2021
Categories:
windy city, city, life, loneliness,
Form: Rhyme
Known to be a windy city, but it was not windy that NIGHT.
It seemed the weather and everything was just RIGHT.
I was excited about taking her home, and we were all ALONE.
It was a perfect place to show we both were STRONG.
We both desired and believed we had a good FUTURE,
and now was the time to prove that we were MATURE.
I left her home feeling I was on top of the WORLD.
One big kiss from one beautiful GIRL.
A kiss like none I had ever KNOWN,
and it lifted me higher than I'd ever FLOWN.
It was STEAMING, and I wasn't DREAMING.
It was a moment I wanted to last FOREVER, but
we had to calm down, because we both were BELIEVERS.
50 years ago, it was windy but not in the usual way; and though the day was slowly departing, she was still casting her light; and the evening star was creeping forth, but I was being blown away,
not by weather wind, but by the stormy winds of an awesome kiss.
091120PSCtest, A Night Of Passion And Desire, Faraz Ajmal. 8P
Categories:
windy city, kiss, romance,
Form: Rhyme
The powerful, upward thrust of the skyscrapers
The sinewy curves of the lake and the river
The throbbing pulse of the trains and the traffic
The musky scent of the hot dog carts
And the sultry moans of a feral saxophone echoing through the streets.
Yes, Chicago!
You are a sexy beast!
Categories:
windy city, chicago,
Form: I do not know?
The Windy city
Chicago a city by the Lake Erin
A blanket of white and the wind
Whistles between sky -scrapers
The great city is not what it used to be
Now it is like third world place
Where bullets whistle through the night
Citizens are no longer safe
Those who can move out leaving it to
The hateful and bloody pavements
I remember the 1968 riots and ever since
Chicago looks like an African city
Demanding and intolerant of other folks
Opinion and guns sit loosely in the holster
Of friend and foe
Categories:
windy city, adventure, allegory, allusion, anger,
Form: Sonnet