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In the moon Abib,
Try and meet Hanani and Mareshah;
For they will teach you the way to the truth.
Chaitanya, your love to me is like the greetings from Chicago!
And after the truimph of Barack Hessein Obama,
I still have you as my only one.

Chaitanya, arise and flee to Laban in Haran;
And your journey will be successful like,
The first offspring of every womb.
Is anything too hard for Yahweh? !
For the table and the untensils are set before you;
So be very wise to make your choice on this issue,
Like the days after a successful Election.
Edward Kofi Louis

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A(nother) Night Without You

A) fragmented life story
interiority, if you will (i called this one 'alone')
your eyes provoke the night’s conscious panting,
a tangible thickness that collects ceaselessly on all four sides of a dimly lit room
and dries
your mouth, the canvas lampshade in the corner
that licks its lips and closes,
gathering each lonely fragment of the pale gold
into a haze that screams silently through the window
and dies

B) cause maybe I like it this way,
(this one 'a short story written in neon')
your love the bloody bird’s head in the middle
of the sidewalk
and mine the pristine corpse found in the street,

C) yourself,
('the rain in chicago' or 'awakening from a dream')
the overlooked blood in the streets
of a city where they walk the grimy
asphalt not noticing the rain
or each other,
their dreams, or
the gaudy framework they hang them from

D) eafening (or evastating)
either way you see the silence,
it’s still silence
I’ll still sneak out for a cigarette,
at 2: 35 am
and listen to the night air panting as you sleep
(this is too much for me
This is too much for me-e-e-e, me-e-e-e
Matt Denis

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'Brisk Wind in Chicago' 12/8/08

Just for a moment, I visited you in my imagination.
Words of edification swayed my soul, and drew me into your destine place.
I took in the brisk, soft, smooth wind on my face.
I enjoyed imagining being at your lake.
Snow wraps around you, and the air sings to you.
The trees are bare, however my southern soul longs to be there.
A visit is fine with me.
I heard a lot about you, can I get to know you?
Power is your song for people to be reborn.
Thanks for letting me get to know you a little bit,
I'll check with the airlines, and make sure my mind stays sharp, smart, and fit.
OH! My heart you have lit,
Brisk wind in Chicago...

Sallie Marie Tompkins Copyright 2008
Chosen Poetess...
Sallie Marie Tompkins

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Desmond Barrow

Was a singer, lost his voice
Was sent by his doctor to
a Sangatarium – a resort
for the improvement of
one’s voice; met Molly, a
nurse – also liked to sing,
heard her rehearse; told
Molly she had a pretty
voice, would she like to
come sing in his band;
In a couple of years they
built-up the band, changed
the name to the ‘Barrow
Gang’ – Desmond’s middle
name was Clyde, Molly’s
middle and last were Bonnie
and Parker - their music and
singing was as melodious as
a Chicago Typewriter; were
not a hit with the ‘G Men’,
They claimed the Barrow
Gang stole from the rich
song writers, and sang the
songs to the poor; were
soon tried for copyright
infringement and sent up
‘da lazy river without a you
know what’...

Robert Sheridan

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