..why's everyone hating on perverts..??..

The Hobo walks a lonely road,
a poor soul carried by the breeze,
his memories his only load,
the only thing the blind man sees.

A poor soul carried by the breeze,
his guide the ripples of a stream,
the only thing the blind man sees,
are places such as this.A dream.

His guide the ripples of a stream,
the blind man walks,his prayers a song,
are places such as this a dream?
to find a place to be,belong.

The blind man walks,his prayers a song,
his memories his only load,
to find a place to be,belong,
the Hobo walks a lonely road....



My 1st attempt at a Pantoum, hope u like!

..your hot...

Hey, well said, not sure I agree with the sentiment though. After all there's nothing worse than an empty in-box!

Good point..

..cheers mate, I appreciate the encouragement..

..thank you.x..

..thanks pal..

I would not stand nor raise my hand,
But sat in sullen gloom,
As men in dress and wigs impressed
my vices on the room,
and as my fate was meted out,
went meekly to my doom.

A sentence of imprisonment,
Was deemed a fair riposte,
for months of social deviance,
Four months of life it cost,
To such a place no soul should face,
Or threshold ever cross.

In menace and with gravity,
the transportation came,
To consume me in its confines
as the jailer called my name,
And once aboard my soul was lost,
I'd never be the same.

The shadows of the prison walls,
Came lurching into view,
And confessed to keeping secrets in,
As high walls often do.
Not only do they keep in fear,
The world they keep out too.

If ever should a prison wall,
With Windows be adorned,
The casual eye of passers by,
Should earnestly be warned,
That beastly con they look upon,
is by a mother mourned.

And once inside the walls,we trod
a path well trod before,
On landings steeped in misery,
Where men were men no more,
But paid the debts society,
decreed was owed in law.

And once a day in blue and grey,
Came men with shuffling feet,
To March in pairs on concrete squares,
Where captive friends should meet,
To wallow in a sea of grief,
Their grief themselves to cheat.

And on the Sabbath sat as one,
The Sinner and the Screw,
That each may Sin no more we prayed,
Upon the aged pew,
That each might clear his debt with He,
To whom each debt is due.

We slept on beds of solitude,
In shallow fitful rest,
Enveloped by the shadowed bars,
Each cell a morbid nest,
Yet every eye must seek to sleep,
And every soul must rest.

And once in sleep to dream of peace,
Where peace to dream is rare,
Where in that maudlin maze of men,
Foul dirges filled the air,
And how it pains the ears to hear,
A brother in despair.

To listen as a bitter breath,
Is drawn from captive lung,
To every awful sound that's sent,
From sharp and savage tongue,
That's been composed by broken hearts,
And through a tear been sung.

We should not laud the lawbreaker,
Nor celebrate his crime,
But how should men be bettered when,
Reform is judged on time,
And calls for Penal overhaul,
Requested in a rhyme.

'Bronson' by Charles Bronson.

For anyone interested in true crime,esp British crime, this book is one of the best out there. Highly recommended

Hi, I really like this poem. The emotion and honesty is so touching, I particularly like the last line. You have a gift for writing, thanks for sharing this.

A boy named Greg was born one day,
But in a most unusual way,
The boy was born without a head,
But with a chickens egg instead.
Though doctors came from far and wide,
The cause was not identified,
Each doctor saying ''miss, young greg,
I'm sorry will remain an egg,
In such a case no cure exists,
But call us if he hatches miss''.
His mum was further upset when,
The neighbours named her 'Mother Hen'.

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.. your profile is fantastic, and the photos are enchanting. I particularly like the bit that says you are from 'New York'..classic. Quite possibly the best profile I've ever seen..I'm bewitched..

..oh..

Ok how amazing am I?....