Poems About: CHICAGO
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313.Marlowe Between the Lions
Imagine reading between the lions?
I mean the two standing stony vigil outside
the Art Institute of Chicago on Michigan Avenue. read more »Michael Pruchnicki
314.GOING HOME ON THE NORTHERN PACIFIC
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 »Michael Pruchnicki
315.a chat with a friend whose name you need not know
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 »RIC S. BASTASA
316.With thoughts provoked, how time swiftly flies
Thoughts and feelings, they all come
Like undaunted memories
When you face them there will
Be lots of hugging and pleasantries read more »RIC S. BASTASA
317.Traffic Jam Riots
'I got alot out of this lot'! !
And can you say that baby?
When you curse your foes out loud...
Don't that drive you crazy? read more »Peter Krisciunas
318.Our Nephew Thomas
Our nephew Thomas Duggan died at twenty three
And he is one I'll never meet or see
For he is one i never met before
And he is at rest now forever more read more »Francis Duggan
Was a singer, lost his voice
Was sent by his doctor to
a Sangatarium – a resort
for the improvement of read more »Robert Sheridan
my love for her always boils down to
money, credit and ATM cards, and
trips and vacations,
expensive clothes, and flashy cars read more »RIC S. BASTASA
321.John Horace Burleson
I won the prize essay at school
Here in the village,
And published a novel before I was twenty-five.
I went to the city for themes and to enrich my art; read more »Edgar Lee Masters
322.John Hancock Otis
As to democracy, fellow citizens,
Are you not prepared to admit
That I, who inherited riches and was to the manor born,
Was second to none in Spoon River read more »Edgar Lee Masters
I have two monuments besides this granite obelisk:
One, the house I built on the hill,
With its spires, bay windows, and roof of slate;
The other, the lake-front in Chicago, read more »Edgar Lee Masters
I was a gun-smith in Odessa.
One night the police broke in the room
Where a group of us were reading Spencer.
And seized our books and arrested us. read more »Edgar Lee Masters