Poems About: CHICAGO

my love for her always boils down to
money, credit and ATM cards, and
trips and vacations,
expensive clothes, and flashy cars read more »

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 »

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 »

In the moon Abib,
Try and meet Hanani and Mareshah;
For they will teach you the way to the truth.
Chaitanya, your love to me is like the greetings from Chicago! read more »

A) fragmented life story
interiority, if you will (i called this one 'alone')
your eyes provoke the night’s conscious panting,
a tangible thickness that collects ceaselessly on all four sides of a dimly lit room read more »

Just for a moment, I visited you in my imagination.
Words of edification swayed my soul, and drew me into your destine place.
I took in the brisk, soft, smooth wind on my face.
I enjoyed imagining being at your lake. read more »

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 »

As certain as death and taxes
Spring will come busting in the front door
all fresh and green somewhere else read more »

Some aspire to have it.
Many do,
With charisma too.
Others claim to fame, read more »

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 »

well she starts with hello how are you
i say, i am fine how about you?

she is not, perhaps, she has a quarrel read more »

Thoughts and feelings, they all come
Like undaunted memories
When you face them there will
Be lots of hugging and pleasantries read more »