Best Chicago Poems

Southerly breeze at my back
   Curlicue clouds in the sky
Folks sport sunny smiles
   A privilege to be alive

It's Spring after Christmas
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       CLOSING TIME AT THE PUB


The joy, the camaraderie, the smoke.
The great ale, my great friends in Chicago.
Old Town,...

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  E.E.CUMMINGS AND I


I remember a beautiful, Spring
day in Chicago.
Sitting on my lover's lap.
His eyes as lovely as the spring-
green trees tapping gently on...

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I pulled up to the Stork Club in a bright Red Coupe Deville. I must admit I felt a bit of pride as I tossed...

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Invisible Prison

I look at the wall
	I look at the floor
I look out the window
	I look at the door
No clock on the wall
	No light in the...

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"The Silkworm’s Birthday"





Mulberry leaves flutter in the breeze
Kookaburra brave Joker bluffs a sky blue breast 
Drops one feather for a quill, a song hidden in...

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My room at the Hyatt 
Smelled like my ex-wife
She didn't have oodles of class
Or wasn't overly fancy
So, it must be that aroma of 
Almost masking...

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9/22/1983

I drove your shining,Cadillac, Daddy!
The lead car to the cemetery.
A stuffed bear, your Borsalino,
In the August, back window,fino!

You, in the hearse, a few feet behind..
Tears...

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The Muse 
I remember it well when in the summer evenings
I went to see her we drank wine and made love
Embraced we slept to morning...

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As I recall it was December
When a blizzard closed down O’Hare
I was sick of northern winters
While the sun was shining south somewhere
I remembered in a...

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the health of the family
reflects the health of the city
broken families=broken cities
fix your family=heal your break...

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What comes through a pistol barrel
May make holes in your apparel
But it could be worse ....
You won't need an hearse
If the next shot makes you...

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In a lovely city, quiet and small.
That aroma of French coffee set me reeling.
With robins' wings casting lovely shadows on the wall.
And my lavender morning...

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             * A Star Danced*


So ebony soft is indeed this night.
However, only to be lit by a dancing star.
I...

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Golly , I was just thirteen and coming back from school.
In winter, in Chicago, to not walk fast on ice, was
near a golden rule!


The wind...

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