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Mr. Michael Lee Johnson lives in Chicago, IL. after spending 10 years in Edmonton, Alberta Canada during the Viet Nam era. He is a freelance writer and poet. He is heavy influenced by Carl Sandburg, Robert Frost, & William Carlos Williams, Leonard Cohen. He is presently self-employed, with a previous background in social service areas. He has a B.A. degree in sociology, worked on a Masters Program in Correctional Administration, started a pre-Phd program & quit. He took a creative writing course in university on a pass/fail basis-he failed. Mr. Michael Lee Johnson has several poems pending publication March. through Nov. 2007. He has a huge box of "unfinished" poems, dating back to 1965-67 to the present. They are getting published faster than he can revive or revise them. Yellowed papers, wrinkled napkins and all, they wait for the hand of revival. He have not submitted poems, till recently, since the early 70's,- remember, the "old fashioned" way, via mail. In 2006/2007, over 200 poems have been publisher or pending publication by Michael Lee Johnson. He is a member of Poets & Writers, Inc; Directory of American Poets & Fictions Writers: http://www.pw.org/directory/. A sample of published poems can be found at:The Orange Room Review website: http://www.freewebs.com/theorangeroomreview/; Bolts Of Silk website: http://boltsofsilk.blogspot.com; The Flask Review: http://www.freewebs.com/theflaskreview/; Apollo's Lyre, in their webzine: http://www.apollos-lyre.com/; Chantarelle's Notebook website: http://www.chantarellesnotebook.co m; Fresh! On Line Literary Magazine website: http://members.aol.com/shirgerald/shortst.htm The Foliate Oak Online Literary Magazine: http://www.foliateoak.uamont.edu/.Poetry Cemetery: http://www.poetrycemetery.com/Ken*Again: http://kenagain.freeservers.com/ Official Site of Laura Hird, Showcased Featured Poet: http://www.laurahird.com.Poets & Writers, Inc.; Directory of Poets & Fiction Writers: http://www.pw.org/directory/The Centrifugal Eye: http://centrifugaleye.com/. Adagio Verse Quarterly: http://www.geocities.com/adagioversequarterly/Miller’s Pond: http://millerspondpoetry.com/Many additional poem, too many to mention here.Michael Lee Johnson 1531 West Irving Park Rd, 212CItasca, Illinois 60143Ph: 630-467-1332/30Itasca, Illinois email@example.com@walla.comOpen to editorial comment & corrections.Poems belowCaricature Of An Early Planter(Edmonton, Alberta Canada)He is a gardenerwith a spyglass.With an ice pickcavities are choppedout of the earths torpidmouth, dry seeds are packedin with frostbitten fingertips.He rakes his yard clearof all snow in winterso green blades of grasswill pop through frozenearth.He will weed, thin his garden early.He is a realist; he writes poetry also.Edmonton StreetsDec. 23rd,alone,40 below zero,he died a coldwinter deathon 105th St.near NorthSaskatchewan River.In his steel casketburied beneathrooted, frozen earth,squirms thelifeless breathingof winter.Unknown Poet From Rue MontpelierI warned you darts with advisestrong words tripping over emotionslike an imbecile -so you think you’re Leonard Cohenloving some naked Nancy in a clutteredmatchbox apartment overlookingEuropean culture simulated, above some obscure, narrowMontreal street?For your information,straight poetics from insanities Almanac,Leonard Cohen died years agoin a twisted pickle poem heentitled “Narcissism.”Do you & your welfare loverdesire to be the 2nd generation,deceased , unnoticed, unheard of,unwarranted for failure artistsinside this thin, onion skinned wall dingy with your dreams? I warned you darts with advise,tapering off with your impotence.Revolutionary SnowPoem dancer,Russian yellow in revolutionary white snow.Am I really Yuri ZhivagoHidden in this funeral processionHeld high by paw bearers, looking at my dead father?Lifting him up stairs into the Russian Orthodox church?Only for the sake of snowflakes & the pouring of aged Vodka on the casket?Only for the growth of rebellious youth,the sweet aging of wrath?Does a somber poet lose his flavorOf word and dance & turn to medicine-like children finding meaningin racing around rooms and mazesholding hands and losing directionbefore their breath stops, the punctuation dies?Poem dancer Russian yellow in white snow-50/50 the poet dies alone.Wind ChimesThe wind chimesOn the balconyToday,Make differentSounds in allDifferent directions-My thoughts follow them.PlayfulNothing more playfulthan a graymoth dancing-skeleton wings-and a green-eyedcat prancing-paws swatting-around a lit kerosenelamp-shadow boxing-& we all had funin the moonlightBipolarAwakenightlightjungletwisted branches of thought.One character linked to theinsane personality of the other.Bipolar in a universe of singles.The fear of aloneness hearingcracks in your walls; the joyjumbling into the municipal poolin Hillside, Illinois at 3 am.Bipolar, witched, and alone.Late to work staring at youremployer dart split eyes.Tattered with memories dancingon the tablecloth with glee slapped on the face with a teaspoonjust to feel the sadness leave.Bipolar, witched, and alone.Seldom ever hear happinessthat doesn’t sound like a firesiren camping in your eardrums.Meds crank up & crank down;moods follow the meds or do meds follow the moods?Personal wars echo words in my ears.Even during silent times the nightroars like street jungles.Bipolar, witched, and alone.Battered Behind Dark GlassesAn otherwise beautiful ladywith eyes matted & closedis not exactly sleeping.The trouble goes deeper,the doctor has a laserlight drill penetrating her eyesThat have turned thunderstorm Black with smudges of red & pink.She tells herself this will neverhappen again, there will be no rebirth with him.In idle hours she self-nursesa cave of hurts. The lights are off;her eyes are bruised & burning.In the morning, still in bed she looks in a mirror,Her face thickened with puff & irony-she weeps splinters sounds.Above her head on the lamp desk the alarm clock keep ticking,across the room, around the corner, the refrigerator keeps humming.The man who had his way is dark in her, like distant echoesembedded in a memory or shadow.She owes him nothing. He hears none of her sounds.
Mr. Michael Lee Johnson lives in Chicago. He is a freelance writer and poet, heavily influenced by Carl Sandburg, Robert Frost, William Carlos Williams, Irving Layton, and Leonard Cohen. Now The Lost American: From Exile to Freedom is available for purchase iUniverse Publishers at: http://www.iuniverse.com/bookstore/book_detail.asp?isbn=0-595-46091-7 The ISBN # is: 0-595-46091-7.E-Book also available at iUniverse at: http://www.iuniverse.com/bookstore/book_detail.asp?isbn=0-595-90391-6Michael Lee Johnson’s 1st chapbook of poems and his first paperback of poems are both available for purchase or download at: lulu.com. You can visit his storefront here: http://stores.lulu.com/poetryboy The Lost American: A Tender Touch & a Shade of Blue (Chapbook); The Lost American II: From Exile to Freedom (Paperback).His website can be found at: http://poetryman.mysite.com/.The Lost American: From Exile to Freedom, by raising star, Michael Lee Johnson, poet and freelance writer, is about one man's journey into exile to Canada over the Vietnam War many years ago, his struggle, his survival, his road to recovery and strength manifesting itself through his prose, poems, and personal convictions. Mr. Michael Lee Johnson now lives in Illinois, United States. We feel sure you will delight in his work. Michael is a poet, painting his words with a tender and gentle touch, allowing them to create a broad landscape with just a few deceptively simple strokes. Take a short flight into freedom and read the adventures of an unusual life, touching the moments many with an average eye simply miss. Whether it be the agony of self-imposed exile for a cause; or a tender moment with lights flickering in the dark, the emotions come through. Here are two sample poems:Skinny Indiana BoyWith a heart once as big as Texasor Alberta where he came from, the draft resister tries to erasethe memory of his sordid past; coming out of the Rockies,down over the slate, out of self-imposed exile,he leaves the northland shakinghis bandaged fists at the prairie sky. He was robbed of his own convictionby a war that ended, others forgot,there was nothing left to die for, to wait for,no more protest signs to carry in the dark -only the chill of the northern winter leftto remind him of what he once felt,once talked about. The night looked long in his deep green eyesrobbing his faint life away. The scream of loneliness has turnedhis innards inside out to pity. Non-religious accept for thoseweakened moments, empty nights,vacant lots, he leaves behind lightlessten years of those silent warswithout refuge. He no longer speaks with bullets bleedingfrom his mouth, he no longer searchesthe quiet whispers that echo in the pines. Now he is at home near the land of Indiana lakeswhere in his childhood he created the vision for hisnow dead dream, content to say nothing radical anymore-just glad to be alive. -1981-Flight of the Eagle From the dawn, dusty skies comes the time when the eagle flies- without thought, without aid of wind, like a kite detached without string, the eagle in flight leaves no traces, no trails, no roadways- never a feather drops out of the sky. -1981-Mr. Michael Lee Johnson lives in Chicago, IL after spending 10 years in Edmonton, Alberta Canada during the Viet Nam era. He is a freelance writer and poet. He is heavy influenced by Carl Sandburg, Robert Frost, William Carlos Williams, Irving Layton, and Leonard Cohen. To date he has over 348 poems published in over 133 journals and online publications. He is a member of Poets & Writers, Inc and Directory of American Poets and Fictions Writers: http://www.pw.org/directory/. He has been published in the United States, Canada, New Zealand, Australia, Nigeria, India, and the United Kingdom.Author can be contacted at: firstname.lastname@example.org or email@example.com
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