Howard Howie Johnson

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Harlem nights are always busy
ebony bodies in profusion.
There is a lot going on there
street corners thrive
...

The wind whispers of our love
and tells it to the breeze
who then carries it along
over land and seven seas.
...

The beasts of the Jungle
are calling out to me
come, join us, and let yourself be free.
Everywhere is alive with song
...

In my bibbed overalls
and lunch pale in hand
I stand in a queue with others
waiting for a chance to get a job
...

There is a coward on PH,
a coward people call the oner
whom on any poem good or bad
will stamp their one.
...

Well oner you showed yourself
for what I called you a COWARD
by putting a one on the poem
I wrote especially about you
...

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
...

You took us from our homeland
discarded our identity
and gave us one you wanted
for our captivity.
...

Howard Howie Johnson Biography

I am the creation of someone else, a non-de-plume you might say. What I publish here are what they feel others would not understand if they published them. On 21 April 2009 they created me. HJ 22/4/09)

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Harlem Nights

Harlem nights are always busy
ebony bodies in profusion.
There is a lot going on there
street corners thrive
with deals going on.
Music spills out everywhere
from dingy bars.
Fights are not uncommon
bloodstains are evidence to that.
There are no go areas
as gangs see to that.

Harlem nights are dangerous nights
struck with ribbons of red.
No peace there.
Hookers thrive for attention
if you drive by.
Children cry desperate tears
as mothers strain to stay alive.
Harlem nights don’t rest easy
and shout don’t come here,
but I venture there for kicks
and to get my life in gear.

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