Michael Lee Johnson

Michael Lee Johnson is a freelance writer and poet, who has had over 240 poems published in over 110 journals and online publications. He is a member of Poets & Writers, Inc and Directory of American Poets & Fictions Writers: pw.org/directory. He has been published in the United States, Canada, New Zealand, Australia, Nigeria, India, and the United Kingdom. The Lost American is about one man’s journey into exile over the Vietnam War many years ago, his struggle, his survival, his road to recovery and strength manifesting itself through his prose and poems. Mr. Michael Lee Johnson lives with his best friend, Nikki, the cat, and is content to be living in a small suburb of Chicago.


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	The March of the Emperor Penguins by Michael Lee Johnson Emperor Penguins never set feet on land,straight up their feet on ice, tuxedo\'s with short feathersoverlapped, waterproofed, inner down layers insulated with air.Heads bobble fat fan
	Everything Red for the Queen by Michael Lee Johnson Everything Red for the Queen Everything is red in the kingdom of the queen.Matador hat with barnacles,witch white hair to th
	Heaven is My Horse Fly (V2) by Michael Lee Johnson Heaven is My Horse Fly (V2)A common horse flyperipatetic travelervacationing in my worldinto my bathroom,(ride me cowboy, fly)

	Alexandra David-Neel (V2) by Michael Lee Johnson Alexandra David-Neel (V2)She edits her life from a room made
	Saskatchewan Sky by Michael Lee Johnson Saskatchewan SkySaskatchewansky,just a preview of love,chip off
	Cracker Jack Box Poem by Michael Lee Johnson I don’t wear my pocket watch anymoreit reminds me of my age, 73, soon more,outdated gadget, time hanging wheremoving parts below don’t belong nor work anymore.I don
	Like Zen by Michael Lee Johnson You are morningwhen the artist comesyoung oriental with your
	Lorie by Michael Lee Johnson Lorie, you want to see me clearlythrough this joy of my naked bodyavoiding the sweat of my emotions,just breathing on my neckrubbing this baseline of my groin-will not fin
	Missing Feeding of the Birds (V3) by Michael Lee Johnson Keeping my daily journal diary shortthese sweet bird sounds lost-reviews January through March.Joy a dig deep snow on top of my sorrows.Skinny naked bon
	Oh Carol, Poem by Michael Lee Johnson You treat me like soiled underwear.I work my way through.I gave up jitterbug dancing, that cha-cha-chá,all my eccentric moves, theatric acting, poetry slams.
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