|Best Poems About / On CHICAGO
SWEAT CORN.....THE OTHER GIRLS...AROUND...
THE KEY WORD IS
'HE IS CRAZY''
EVERY GIRL...YOU CAN POSSIBLY SEE
360 degres ALL AROUND....
SAY IT IN HER OWN WAY.....
MAN! ! ...NOW WE ARE TALKING....
IN THE SAME TIME....
like 'WE ARE THE WORLD'....song
WE ARE UNITED....FOR THE WORSE....OF THE WORSE,
WE ARE NEW-YORK, CHICAGO, HUDSON RODGER, LOS-ANGLOS, UNITED....
THE WORSE OF THE WORSE....AND FOR THE BEST OF THE CAPITALISM....
JA I AM JA.....I MEAN JAMEL...MEEL AND MELL....
PAN FOR PENCEL
PENSEY A MOI...IN FRENCH....FOR NON SPEAKERS...
THINK ABOUT ME...
IS IN TROUBLE
AND NOBY IS HELPING
AND EAT YOUR COO R PO...POOW...RE....SHINA CHANG...NEW OWNER....
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THE BLUES LINE
Hear blues arrived from Southern starlight,
like musical blackbirds in flight.
Originally with negro spiritual flow,
underlined with the hard blues glow.
Moving across mason dixie line,
discovering Chicago rhythm and rhyme.
Where going electric was the thing,
man did you hear the sounds ring.
The howling wolf amongst others,
Muddy Waters, BB-King were brothers.
Creating chess musical legends anew,
whose fiery blues sound rang true.
Across the Atlantic ocean way,
the Chicago blues found a new day.
A new British scene was born,
another blues voice found form.
Blues stars like the great John Mayall,
created a new sound to set sail.
The Yardbirds and The Cream,
set fire to the blues guitar dream.
Blues music lets us feel,
allowed us to often heal.
Gives rise to higher emotion,
lets us share some sweet devotion.
2012 has blues musicians anew,
sons and daughters take musical cue.
Play those twelve bar song blues,
man have you heard the news.
The blues sound remains forever,
blues cats will forsake never.
As long as sunlight shall shine,
rhythm song beat shall rhyme.
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George Zimmerman, 'Not Guilty' A Travesty Of Justice?
What happened to Trayvon Martin shouldnt happen to any 1,
And yet, this killing is not the worse thing that has been done,
Weekend before George Zimmermans not guilty of any & all,
51 Black on Black gunshots 40 wounded 11 would fatally fall.
City of Chicago, where Blacks kill more Blacks, George who?
Jesse Jackson and Al Sharpton dont they have enough to do?
Rainbow Coalition & Operation P.U.S.H. is the head quarters,
Hey Reverend Jackson first clean up within your own borders.
This tragedy is being protested by thousands of American Blacks,
With not one single rally regarding those deadly Chicago attacks,
Detroit, South Central, Philly, Harlem, Houston, Gary & Buffalo,
The tip of the Iceberg for the killing of Blacks if you didnt know.
Trayvon is one, in the above cities hundreds may die every week,
For a single case the DOJ is asked to investigate, truth we seek?
Truth is, Black on Black murders should be a more heinous crime,
Is it so commonplace that Blacks expect it as its done all the time?
Rap videos depict violence common as Chevrolet & Moms apple pie?
Inner city neighborhoods youre not expected to graduate but to die?
Oh, Carl and Louis Stokes, Lawyers, Mayor, Congress, Judge but who?
Instead strive to be drug dealers, pimps, rappers, instead of you two?
DOJ investigates anything it should re-open the case of LaVena Lynn,
Think Trayvon was an atrocity? Read what happened to PFC Johnson,
Find it then forward the information to Obama, hes had nothing to say,
Because hes too busy making personal phone calls congratulating Gays.
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The touch of a warm breeze
Across my face
Through an open window
Shift curtains of lace
As I sit and listen
To the laughter of children
Girls jumping rope
Boys with toy engines
A flood of memories
Rush through my mind
Hop-scotch, Double Dutch
Start to unwind
The classrooms of old
Worn wooden floors
The screeching of chalk
On the blackboard
The old schoolyard songs
We often sang
In the playground
After first bell rang
Saturdays and Sundays
Spent at the park
Laughing and playing
Till well after dark
Raised in a city
Rich in diversity
Surrounded by people
Of every ethnicity
Days as a teen
With groups of friends
Boom boxes roaring
Placed close to our heads
At night we all gathered
In a T- shaped alley
Watched super rats crossing
And kept a tally
Fields of flowers
Lovely green meadows
All but a dream
In Chicagoland ghettos
North side and South
East side and West
The homeless abound
Lingering on sidewalks
Beneath neon signs
Blindly walk by
Traffic in the city
The movie shows
Bright lights of Chicago
At night aglow
Days of high school
The metro academy
Patted down anatomy
Gang colors, weapons
Big city life
A venture, I tell ya
While Chicagoans go on
With their daily routine
As CTA riders
Hustlers and hoodlums
Prowl every corner
And wails of sirens
Play over and over
Muting the rumbling
Of Chicago's 'L' trains
While communal brigands
Seek hidden space
On summertime visits
To Millennium Park
Or Buckingham Fountain
A place well marked
A cascade of waters
And medley of colors
Near structures much taller
By vibrant displays
Of prized architecture
As divine as any
Some might call it
A city of ghosts
Haunted by the likes
Of Holmes and Capone
I claim it a city
Of verve and culture
A school of thought
Unlike any other
It's theatre, it's jazz
It's rhythm and blues
It's soaring high
With innovation breakthrough
It's my past, my life
My heart, and my home
It's who I am
It's all the complexities I own.
Camille Rose Castillo
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