Howard Howie Johnson Poems

Harlem nights are always busy
ebony bodies in profusion.
There is a lot going on there
street corners thrive
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The wind whispers of our love
and tells it to the breeze
who then carries it along
over land and seven seas.
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The beasts of the Jungle
are calling out to me
come, join us, and let yourself be free.
Everywhere is alive with song
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In my bibbed overalls
and lunch pale in hand
I stand in a queue with others
waiting for a chance to get a job
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There is a coward on PH,
a coward people call the oner
whom on any poem good or bad
will stamp their one.
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Well oner you showed yourself
for what I called you a COWARD
by putting a one on the poem
I wrote especially about you
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Here I am again oner
just to taunt you some more
and just to let you know the score.
You have drifted around this site
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You took us from our homeland
discarded our identity
and gave us one you wanted
for our captivity.
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