Howard Johnson

Rookie (7 22 62 / provo)

Howard Johnson Poems

81. Love 2/23/2006
82. My Dream World 7/6/2006
83. Darkness Filled With Love 2/12/2008
84. 'Skype' You Are A Scourge 3/25/2008
85. Clear 2/2/2007
86. Tears 2/1/2007
87. A Hole Filled In Me 5/3/2006
88. A Day For.... 3/7/2007
89. Thoughts 8/14/2006
90. Gone Away 10/9/2008
91. The Tree That Knew Me. 10/30/2006
92. (2) Quotation 2/15/2008
93. (1) Quotation 2/15/2008
94. (4) Quotation 2/29/2008
95. (3) Quotation 2/18/2008
96. Empty Chairs 5/2/2008
97. Garden Lady 2/15/2008
98. Unknown 12/5/2007
99. Funeral End For My Friend 4/9/2008

Comments about Howard Johnson

  • Clarissa Tobey (4/15/2008 9:22:00 AM)

    I love being your friend on P.H. you make my poems better thank you


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  • Sílvia Oliveira (1/8/2008 11:03:00 AM)

    Have read only two of your poems so far. Intend to read more as they seem to be the style I do aprreciate! Congratulations on getting your feelings popping from your heart-pen straight to the paper and then to our (my) senses!
    Sílvia, from Brazil

  • Kathryn Miller (5/23/2006 7:56:00 PM)

    You are a wonderful poet! You are excellent in putting feeling in your poems!


Best Poem of Howard Johnson

Funeral End For My Friend

I am standing at your funeral
Ready to say good bye

I am standing here
Ready to cry

Memories for me to recall
Of my first ball

Climbing tall trees
Skined up knees

Swinging High
Touching the sky

When I returned
Your arms were there

Wraping me
With warmth comfort and care.

I am wondering why
This could'nt last?

Ending Days
Of my childhood past

Grave site train
Tears turn to torrid rain

Good bye mother
There never will be another

Sadness is my care
My heart has a ...

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My Class Reunion

She shands upright upon my pedistal.
Giving me comfort, pleasure and assurance.
She is ingrained in my most haloed idyllic childhood memories.
Meeting her is a familaur anxiety filled with passionate emotional maturity.
For a while to adore her belongs only to me.
Consuming my couristy, causing congenial conversations celebrateing complicated compositions of life.
Virtious fate for the infringing hour of sensible, dignifed painful departure.
Flagrant clock, Fleeds the fobiden indulgent, g

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