Poems About: CHICAGO

Walking around here and there
Sweet smells of you drift in the air
I never felt this way before
Looking at you I melt to the floor read more »

Walking through the haze, yet i can barely see,
i cant find you, and i cant see me,
you regret the day when i found, the hole in the ground,
you told me lies, and lead me round and round, read more »

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Imagine reading between the lions?
I mean the two standing stony vigil outside
the Art Institute of Chicago on Michigan Avenue. read more »

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long temps
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The way home for me was eastbound
on the Northern Pacific from California
riding coach (pillow furnished for a fee)
and reading paperback books - read more »

From ashtrays he rises
when birds in backyards
have been fed their seed,
a dove amid the starlings. read more »

Was a singer, lost his voice
Was sent by his doctor to
a Sangatarium – a resort
for the improvement of read more »

i send her
and electronic
mail (110 volt,50Hz, american standard) read more »

Orators to public deliver their gift of the gab,
They fire emotion, exalt sense beyond map.

The politicians like toads praise their well, read more »

Rita with her happy smile,
wears stylish jewelry with lots of style.
Born in the windy city of Chicago in 1933,
Her father was a tenor in the Metropolitan Opera Company. read more »

The people's flag is deepest red
It shrouded oft our martyred dead
And ere their limbs grew stiff and cold
Their hearts' blood dyed to every fold read more »