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Poems About: CHICAGO

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  • 313.


    The feathers would flutter in the wind like and angels.
    The wings would lift me off this Hell they call Earth. read more »

    sare gibbs
  • 314.
    Was The War On The Battlefront?

    Was the purpose of this battlefront
    To embarrass to offend and to affront
    This Queen with your rude and
    Your offensive servant? ! read more »

    QueenPatrenia Turner, Royalty Ph.d. Queen Of England
  • 315.
    The 1st of May

    The 1st of May,
    It’s a Solidarity Day.
    I will not shout “Hurray”
    But would like to say read more »

    Larisa Rzhepishevska
  • 316.
    New York Poems: Reaction

    There’s so much movement,
    but its all confusion I say
    There’s height but where's the depth,
    Is it wearing a mask? read more »

    Chris Osterbrock
  • 317.
    :) Poem of Pure Autobiography

    Mother was Presbyterian and Dad Roman Catholic
    It took them a silver anniversary to truly bridge the gulf
    And I about as long to find my way
    With help from Quakers and Unitarians and other read more »

    Bill Grace
  • 318.
    Of The Meaning...

    of the meaning of love
    thought streams trail loosely
    shrill cat screams cut across midnight alley
    car horns arabesque in the moonlight read more »

    Theresa Haffner
  • 319.
    for Example/Instance

    ie saw Chicago through the eyes of a Child.
    Like the beast, my heart is untamed, it is Wild.
    The Guests are lucky to live here.
    Therefore, ie live my life in fear. read more »

  • 320.


    KINGS OF GENOCIDE in any place of world read more »

  • 321.
    Last Night I Dreamt

    Last night I dreamt
    that I went to the movies-
    Looney Tunes and Merrie Melodies
    on the silver screen in the darkness read more »

    Michael Pruchnicki
  • 322.
    Vote for Obama!

    'Vote Obama! The past is history! Vote Obama! '
    Mick applauded as he reached for the drink.
    We waited for Mick's acerbic comment on
    the heroic figure of our time. read more »

    Michael Pruchnicki
  • 323.
    Welcome home!

    As soon as I walked in, Kilmartin called out,
    'Welcome home, brave Ulysses, from the strife! '

    Now I was glad to be back in the neighborhood, read more »

    Michael Pruchnicki
  • 324.
    December, Mid-Day

    On this day that has lost its mindfulness
    Of blossom and aromatic fecundity
    Of casual life, splurging its vitality
    On birdsong and squirrelish chatter, read more »

    Robert J Meyer
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