www.PoemsAbout.com

     Home | Contact Us

Poems On / About CHICAGO  7/10/2014 6:53:16 AM
Search For Poems & Poets:
POEMS ON:
 alone
 america
 angel
 anger
 baby
 beach
 beautiful
 beauty
 believe
 brother
 butterfly
 car
 change
 chicago
 childhood
 cinderella
 courage
 crazy
 dance
 daughter
 death
 depression
 dream
 family
 fire
 freedom
 friend
 funny
 future
 girl
 god
 graduation
 greed
 haiku
 hair
 happiness
 happy
 heaven
 hero
 home
 hope
 house
 husband
 identity
 joy
 june
 kiss
 laughter
 life
 lonely
 loss
 lost
 love
 lust
 marriage
 memory
 mirror
 money
 mother
 murder
 music
 nature
 night
 paris
 passion
 peace
 pink
 poverty
 power
 racism
 rain
 red
 remember
 respect
 river
 rose
 school
 sick
 sister
 sky
 sleep
 soldier
 song
 sonnet
 spring
 star
 success
 summer
 sun
 swimming
 sympathy
 teacher
 time
 together
 travel
 trust
 truth
 war
 work
 

 

Best Poems About / On CHICAGO
 
 
 
<< prev. page

Page: 1 10 20 30 39 40 41 42 43 44 45 46 47 48 49 50 51 52 53 54 55 56 57 60 70 80 85

next page >>

 
   
 

  189.     

Fireflies and Summer Nights

At ten I caught fireflies
in the Chicago night
cupping them in my hands
giving them to you
where we watched them
twinkle away
above us
indistinguishable from the stars.

The next day you took me
to see the butterflies
land
to drink the Flower's Ambrosia-
their wings gently swaying.

My hamster got to know you on sight
and squealed when you snuck into my room;
you would feed him sunflower seeds;
he took them staring
lovingly at you.

That summer
on your grandparents farm
you showed me how to position a horseshoe
for each nail driven;
where each day we rode the fences
counting the cows
to be sure
no one was missing.

We were a little family then
boy and girl
mare and stallion
clopping along
by the little brook
coming back
each day
sitting supper.

One day your
grandfather whispered to me
'Did you kiss her yet? '
I stammered and didn't answer
and he said
'Well what are you waiting for?
I know my granddaughter
just like her grandmother
she'd like a little kiss.'

Down state Illinois had fireflies too
and I punched holes in the top of a peanut butter jar
with 25 fireflies inside
who illuminated that first kiss-
yours and mine;
when the jar lid came open
the fireflies flew
some landing in your hair
twinkling and blinking.

I took them out one by one
setting them free
my face close to your face
and I kissed you again
pressing close
an
Eternal Memory

Now
and
Then.
 
Lonnie Hicks

Read more poems from Lonnie Hicks >>>
   
 

   
   
 

  190.     

One Old Gigolo Counsels Another

You take care now, Harold,
and don't slip on the ice
looking for a good bookstore
on the streets of Chicago.

Print is dead, Harold,
and it's being waked
in empty bookstores.
Soon all bookstores

will be dead, Harold,
and then you will have
no good reason
to go out on the ice.

At our age, Harold,
ice can be lethal
so take my advice
and do as I do:

Walk head down
even if there's no ice
so you can avoid
not only the ice

but also the women
disgruntled with men.
Believe me, Harold,
they're out there

armed with bumbershoots.
They prowl the streets now
more than when we were
young and dashing

and making them angry.
They haven't forgotten us.
So for God's sake, Harold,
go out for a walk but

bundle up and take your cane
and walk with your head down.
Do you believe in God, Harold?
I hope you do because

at our age, Harold, ice or a
woman could be the chariot
that takes us over the moon
faster than we'd like.
 
Donal Mahoney

Read more poems from Donal Mahoney >>>
   
 

   
   
 

  191.     

Oh, The Hats

The cities, oh, the cities,
Chicago, New York and St. Lou,
Sacramento to Pittsburg to Boston,
Upward and outward they grew.

The shoes, oh, the shoes,
The pairs had no left and no right!
Clumping in streets of wet clay and mud,
I shudder, appraising their plight!

The hems, oh, the hems,
Of multiple ankle-length skirts!
And oh, those cantankerous corsets,
Resolutely drawn in till it hurts!

The wool, oh, the wool,
Some folks would have never survived.
Though itchy and scratchy and rough,
It kept many adventures alive!

But the hats, oh, the hats,
On peacock feathers they splurged!
When pheasants and quails donated their tails,
The ladies all fluttered like birds!
 
Connie Yost

Read more poems from Connie Yost >>>
   
 

   
   
 

  192.     

Lady Goulds

Moving from Chicago to Missouri wasn't easy
but breeding Lady Goulds kept me sane
for many years- well, almost.

I was writing then to make a living.
All day I'd rearrange other people's words.
I needed Lady Goulds to look at

in the evening and most weekends.
Otherwise I might have married
some nice lady for the wrong reason.

Right now, a canary helps me dance
away the years or days or hours
I have to face before

I take on a cane or walker.
The canary calls the dawn with glee.
Lady Goulds, you see, don't sing.

They don't have to.
All they have to do is sit there
as if Mondrian painted them

or God lifted a pinkie on the 7th day.
The beauty of the Lady Gould,
some say, is the result of evolution.

There was no grand designer,
most scientists maintain.
The Lady Gould is one big accident

that happened eons ago.
I find it comforting to stare at them
and know otherwise.
 
Donal Mahoney

Read more poems from Donal Mahoney >>>
   
 
 
<< prev. page

Page: 1 10 20 30 39 40 41 42 43 44 45 46 47 48 49 50 51 52 53 54 55 56 57 60 70 80 85

next page >>

 

 
BEST POEMS:  (Click on a topic to list and read the poems)
 angel poems
 
beautiful poems
 
death poems
 
friend poems
 girl poems
 
home poems
 
hope poems
 
kiss poems
 life poems
 
loss poems
 
love poems
 
music poems
 nature poems
 
rain poems
 
school poems
 
sex poems
 soldier poems
 
summer poems
 
sun poems
 
war poems
 
(c) Poems are the property of their respective owners.
All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge.. 
Contact Us | About Us | Copyright notice | Privacy statement

Poems On / About CHICAGO