Poems About: CHICAGO

I live in chicago
A very windy city
But tonight I will dance the Chicago samba
Once again read more »

Chicago why do you have to change?
chicago acting so plan
chicago your better than what the people
say your the first thing that comes to mind read more »

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Tough streets of Chicago, you made me who I am.
Tough streets of Chicago, for me you had a plan.
You forced me to observe, what kids my age did not.
You taught me to look and see, always looking for a plot. read more »

In places like
Selma, Alabama,
Kids say,
In places like read more »

Will I?
I dunno, I might like you enough
in Chicago
enough to go to bed with you read more »

On October 8th at 9 pm a fire flared from O’Leary’s farm,
In the city of Chicago, fires from hell raged at 9: 40 am when someone pulled the alarm,
Firefighters were sent out to the left when the fires flared to the right,
One flame caught onto another where screams were heard from fright, read more »

I wanted to write poetry like Carl Sandburg.
I wanted to write about big cities and small towns,
about open prairies and rivers in the sky.
I wanted to write about the people: read more »

So good to be home
and out of the heat.
All those excess people reminded I'm alone
as I explored the busy Chicago streets. read more »

Let me fly in the wings of a dove
Above the Manhattan sky
So that all the yankies can see me
At least I will be safe in the wings of a dove read more »

Stumbled out of bed this mornin'
Don't know where I been.
Don't know what the haps last night
But it must have been a sin. read more »

I am surprised by the streets of Chicago
when the palm of winter grips them with snow
as if to forgive the city’s mistakes
and give it a canvas that’s new, white, and clean– read more »