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  1. Date: 8/19/2012 10:41:00 AM

    So true....Light & Love

  1. Date: 8/7/2012 11:53:00 PM

    This is MARVELOUS writing David! Beautifully done my man! I've missed your wonderful gentle humanity here David,,,Always the Gentleman to me. Thank you so much for that....

  1. Date: 8/5/2012 10:51:00 PM

    Hi, David,,, I don't know much about vagrants, and the poverty of their wonder.. I look at nothing when one can't make ends meet... Sometimes i think freedom is not everything... however i will remember all the blankets I've shared throughout my life... thank you David, for sharing this deep poem with us... luv~ TEX

  1. Date: 8/5/2012 8:53:00 PM

    Really well done. Seems a very true story. Congratulations on a well written poem. Lee

  1. Date: 8/5/2012 4:19:00 PM

    yes truer words were never said, perhaps a chance of cardboard bed, if you don't get it right.

  1. Date: 8/5/2012 3:14:00 PM

    David, I had a eureka moment as I walked back across the beach after my swim.....we could always put the top down...

  1. Date: 8/5/2012 2:57:00 PM

    good write David...Joseph

  1. Date: 8/5/2012 1:14:00 PM

    A moving written poem David....homeless...lifeless... all alone in a lonly sad. - Thank you for visit my poem. - Have a lovely NEW week. - oxox // Anne-Lise

  1. Date: 8/5/2012 11:38:00 AM

    Closing with the quote by St Francis of Assisi is a nice touch. Thank you for your kind comments on my poetry. Love, Suzette

  1. Date: 8/5/2012 10:57:00 AM

    It' kind of sporty....I'm not sure if there would be enough room...

  1. Date: 8/5/2012 10:54:00 AM

    I get it meant naked in the back of the car.....and you are tutting at me???

  1. Date: 8/5/2012 10:41:00 AM

    Slow down move too fast.... I had to leave my daughter to work and return a pair of shoes to TKmax .. No plasters needed. My skin is so sensitive, I felt those little pieces before they could do any damage. I was thinking since "Be careful what you wish for.." but I suppose you could call my poem TERRIBLE FLIRT.??

  1. Date: 8/5/2012 9:36:00 AM

    You are so cool... When are you going to write a poem for me?

  1. Date: 8/5/2012 9:17:00 AM

    David,I presume the tut,tut,was for DRIVING INSTRUCTOR and the comment on nakedness was for BROKEN GLASS? Maybe we are both loosing our marbles...

  1. Date: 8/5/2012 7:08:00 AM

    And they all have different stories of how there journey got them to where they are now... Not really different from us just a wrong turn and some bad luck.. sad but true... as for being out of the pool, oh yes the skin is back to being smooth and kissable lol... enjoy your Sunday Dave...

  1. Date: 8/4/2012 12:39:00 PM

    yes, the last line says it all - great write, my friend. And congrats on your wins

  1. Date: 8/4/2012 10:25:00 AM

    A poignant piece, full of sorrowful and uncertainty of life of vagrants. Acute poem. Loved always, bl

  1. Date: 8/4/2012 9:41:00 AM

    Dear David - So many blind eyes to these poor people when our own reflection looms in theirs. I do believe I'm only steps away. love, Kathy

  1. Date: 8/4/2012 2:32:00 AM

    Your last verse in this poem really sums life up doesn't it? Each os us are a breath away from becoming a vagrant. Well done and thanks for sharing.

  1. Date: 8/3/2012 7:09:00 PM

    O Davie Davie..."Because there but for the grace of God, go you and I" I am oh so conscious of this fact. Glad you worded these thoughts. God takes care of the flowers and the birds and He takes care of the homeless too or how else would they survive in these bitter wintery months we have. Thanks for commenting. One love. Joy Wells

  1. Date: 8/3/2012 3:44:00 PM

    David my,I gotta say this one made me ponder about how lucky most of us really are.I love the down to earth attitude that shines through this write.Have a peaceful weekend across the Soup bowl:) Take Care,Arild

  1. Date: 8/3/2012 8:02:00 AM

    Thanks for stopping by..Will read and comment later..Maybe Sunday if all goes well..Sara

  1. Date: 8/3/2012 5:24:00 AM

    Your words are soaked in truth David, we sometimes complain about the little things that doesn't go our way.. btw hope you are feeling better today, glad my humble poem could lift your spirits a little *hugs* :)

  1. Date: 8/3/2012 1:54:00 AM

    this makes me almost feel guilty for complaining about my life. what made you think of writing about this? i love this poem, it made me think a lot, and very well-written. thank you for your kind comments on my poetry tonight, it was well-appreciated. =Juli-Michelle=

  1. Date: 8/2/2012 4:56:00 PM

    very good, nice style

  1. Date: 8/2/2012 2:51:00 PM

    Please forgive me. It's all ME ME ME!! This poem is really good. I bypassed it because this is the only way I can chat to you. A bit frustrating...but you would think I would be used to being frustrated by now....It never gets any easier.My eldest brother tells me to be like him and sit down at night with a cup of tea and a Marieta biscuit....... Never!!!

  1. Date: 8/2/2012 2:41:00 PM

    David, I try not to repeat myself but.... YOU NAUGHTY BOY!.... I have so much to learn... My book is going to be called 40 Shades Of Scarlet. What do you think?Again I'm repeating myself BUT I'm going to be published !! Are you not passing comment because you are GREEN with envy??

  1. Date: 8/2/2012 2:16:00 PM

    These days the streets and woods are becoming more and more full of them. Good write. Love, daver

  1. Date: 8/2/2012 12:18:00 PM

    i have a soft spot for vagabonds, david... this piece penetrates my soul... utterly lovely... are pushing through with your text contest?.. :) huggs! :)

  1. Date: 8/2/2012 11:39:00 AM

    It's sad we don't do more to help these people, when we know that it could be ourselves out there, homeless, if circumstances were different. very realistic descriptions david.