Howard Howie Johnson
Biography of Howard Howie Johnson
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.
Howard Howie Johnson Poems
Harlem nights are always busy ebony bodies in profusion. There is a lot going on there street corners thrive
Set My People Free
You took us from our homeland discarded our identity and gave us one you wanted for our captivity.
The Gutless Oner
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
To The Oner
Well oner you showed yourself for what I called you a COWARD by putting a one on the poem I wrote especially about you
The Coward On Ph
There is a coward on PH, a coward people call the oner whom on any poem good or bad will stamp their one.
Cotton Fields Of Birmingham
In my bibbed overalls and lunch pale in hand I stand in a queue with others waiting for a chance to get a job
The beasts of the Jungle are calling out to me come, join us, and let yourself be free. Everywhere is alive with song
The wind whispers of our love and tells it to the breeze who then carries it along over land and seven seas.
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.