by nouriguess
The rhymes... oh my! |
by Lioness
Larry, Larry! |
John is my name for him, although he is locally called Prophet. Those of us who know him, in north Houston, Texas, find him remarkable for his quiet serenity and gracious thanks for food and reading material. He always speaks of redemption and personal spirituality, but never about religion. He sometimes smells of sour wine. Whether he is homeless through tragedy or choice I have not yet learned. |
by Meme
I dont know what feeling I got from this poem, all I know is I was wiping my tears at the end of it. It touched me alot somehow, or my subconscious atleast. |
by Ms Happiness
Amazing piece:) I enjoyed reading it |
by Edward D Zurovec
Great story poem Mr. Chamberlin. Who can not be touched by these lines. Though a transient, these people have a purpose and maybe more so than we realize. I guess most every town has their own Prophet, here he is called Buddy, same story, gratetful for any helping handout. |
by Hellon
I really liked this poem when I first read it and after several reads I like it even more. There are a couple of things that are bugging me about it though and I hope you will consider them? |
My Gawd, woman, I missed you. |
by Maple Tree
I have read a few poems in my day on the homeless and I have to say this poem tops them all. The creative structure of this powerful piece touched me and the ending was a touch of reality, mixed with eye opening interpretations. |