Curtisj Johnson

Curtisj Johnson Poems

121. Santa Rosa Route 10/12/2015
122. America's Bird 10/12/2015
123. What I Saw 12/19/2015
124. Black History Month (2016) 2/1/2016
125. Beyond The Grave 2/7/2016
126. What My Sister Taught Me 2/7/2016
127. Valentine Song 2/8/2016
128. Falling In Love 2/8/2016
129. A Treasured Collection 7/5/2016
130. Buggy And The Spider 12/3/2016
131. Within His Eyes 12/3/2016
132. Angelic Christmas Dreams 12/3/2016
133. Come Find Me In My Solitude 12/5/2016
134. Unforgetable Delta Blue 3/13/2017
135. Where I Want To Go 3/13/2017
136. Dixie Born 3/13/2017
137. Sweet Inspiration 3/13/2017
138. Next Page 3/25/2017
139. That Day Is Gone 3/28/2017
140. Flight Training 4/10/2017
141. Delta Dixie 4/18/2017
142. Restored Dreams 2/14/2016
143. What My Youngest Son Taught Me 2/14/2016
144. A Tale Of Two Cousins 2/18/2016
145. Now I Know 2/23/2016
146. Seasons Of Life 2/23/2016
147. A New Species 3/31/2016
148. Keep Moving On 5/11/2017
149. Mama Was 35 5/13/2017
150. A Stranger And The Sky 5/13/2017
151. Happy Birthday America 6/29/2017
152. My Father's Oldsmobile, Ode To America 7/4/2017
153. Ode To America 7/31/2017
154. Just A Mite 1/13/2018
155. Don't Blame The Flag 1/13/2018
156. I Still Do 2/12/2018
157. The Orchestra And Me 5/12/2018
158. She Cried 9/11/2015
159. Doc 9/11/2015
160. One Summer Night 2/12/2016

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True Love

True Love
By Curtis Johnson

The English language does not serve up justice to the word ‘Love’.
It allows for an unrestricted usage relative to the object of our affection. “I love my house, and I love my car; I love my dog, and I love my cat”.

If the equity in my house rises high enough, I will sell it and buy a better one. If my car no longer performs or I desire to have a new one, I’ll sell or trade it. My dog stands by me, and he’s my best friend. My cat is quiet and very comforting.

“I love my teachers, and I love my preachers: I love my parents and my siblings ...

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Flight 1122

by Curtis Johnson

Departing Sacramento, Ca. just past 7: 00 AMPT on a nice Saturday morning, we headed for Chicago.
All is going well as we take off, as the pilot soon announces that we will ascend up to 39,000 feet.

I am now watching the clouds roll back as they seem to hover and move slowly across the hills, valleys, mountains, lakes, and prairies. We continue to climb so very high above the clouds, and above us is only sky.

A bit later now, I am beginning to see mount

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