Nette Onclaud Poet Dramatic Verse

Needing a Home

Bogeyman, Bogeyman you come again 
My night of hope screams for crumbs to eat
 I'm iust a boy needing a few coins 
Offering old tin cup to rich men on the lane.

 Cold my body wrapped like soiled paper,
Echoing my plea for mercy or grace 
Yet, I'm bypassed like a rag, a nameless tag,
While you laugh at my dingy fate, mocking
 A young life's poverty... I bellow of angst
 Instead of helping me learn in school, 
Your trace of arrogance maims my bones
Do vou know how hard it is to sleep in the rain?

Bogeyman. Bogeyman... one day, you just might 
Take my place, and hear not the echo
Of kindness reverberating from heaven's call.


10/27/2016
For The Seeker's Being Homeless Contest

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Arthur Vaso October 29, 2016 at 11:53 PM Well expressed beautiful poem on a sad topic! Hugs!

Richard Lamoureux October 28, 2016 at 5:25 PM A sad story well told. Congrats an a big hug.

Eve Roper October 27, 2016 at 9:02 PM Very heartfelt, Nette Hugs Eve

Agnes Krampe October 27, 2016 at 7:26 AM Very touching poem on a heartbreaking subject, and so many beautiful phrases. I especially love the last line. This should do very well in the contest. Agnes

Paloma P October 27, 2016 at 5:11 AM Poignantly effective Nette, love the line, "plead for a morsel of tomorrow".

White Wolf October 26, 2016 at 8:40 PM Reminds me of the last time I saw a homeless man walking down the street holding his pants up with one hand and his eyes fixed to the ground, I couldn't stop staring at him, but did nothing to help at the same time, I regret that lack of action now. Thank you for this wonderful poem Nette. Though sad!

Andrea Dietrich October 26, 2016 at 8:36 PM Nette, your theme was kind of like mine how you said at the end "in another time, another place" Yes, this is a very poignant poem on children being homeless. Done with your usual finesse. BIG congrats

Carrie Richards October 26, 2016 at 7:47 PM You touched on a different thought, dear Nette....that homeless soul was once a child. Just as we were all children who only needed a chance to be happy and carefree, until fate stepped in. A different angle you have taken with your entry. Well done!

Jajosh Ongado October 26, 2016 at 5:33 PM This tears me apart. Deeply marked without going overboard--you are extraordinary!

Daniel Turner October 26, 2016 at 4:02 PM It is so sad. "Dreams are gauze thin" Beautifully penned, nette.