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Michael Lee Johnson

Michael Lee Johnson lived ten years in Canada during the Vietnam era and is a dual citizen of the United States and Canada. Today he is a poet, freelance writer, amateur photographer, and small business owner in Itasca, DuPage County, Illinois. Mr. Johnson published in more than 2,013 new publications, and his poems have appeared in 40 countries, he edits, publishes ten poetry sites. Michael Lee Johnson has been nominated for 2 Pushcart Prize awards poetry 2015/1 Best of the Net 2016/2 Best of the Net 2017, 2 Best of the Net 2018.

Most Poems

Most poems are pounded out in emotional flesh, sometimes physical skin scalped feelings.

My Life

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My life began with a skeleton with a smile and bubbling eyes in my garden of dandelions.

Poets Out Of Service

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Who tosses loose coins in their car ashtray anymore? iPhones, smartphones, life is a video camera ready to shoot, destroy, and expose. No one reads poets anymore.

Poets Die

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In fall, poets stretch arms out their spines the centerpiece on crosses on scarecrows, they only frighten themselves.

Juice Box Girl

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somewhere stranded someone's balcony memories undefined, you will find me there stretched naked, doing the Electric Slide, taking morning selfies


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Single life is Tequila with a slice of lime, Shots offered my traveling strangers. Play them all deal them jacks, some diamonds then spades, hold back aces play hardball, mock the jokers.

Missing Feeding of the Birds

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I miss the feeding of the birds, these condominiums regulations, callous neighbors below me, Polish complaints. Their parties, foul language, Polish songs late at night, these Vodka mornings-no one likes my feeding of birds.

Dance of Tears, Chief Nobody

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I walk through this death baby steps, no rush, no fire, nor wind, hair tangled− earth possessions strapped to my back rawhide− sun going down, moon going up, witch hour moonlight.