Long Hobos Poems

When I was just a  little girl, we lived by railroad tracks;
we loved the steamy, smoky stacks, the wheels clickety clack.
On many days we would find, knocking at our door,
a hobo who had jumped...

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Where the Railroad Track Meet 

Grasping, lunging as does a donkey for the
dangling apple leading it forward, I reached
for the ever elusive spot.  That place where
the railroad track meet.  Almost had it in
Idaho...

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A former slender man (lapsed Unitarian anorexic)...
deplores adipose tissue gain

No Holiday music can soothe savage beast
washboard abdomen weight watcher's dream fleeced
skinny bag of lovely bones permanently leased
body snatcher somewhere amidst policed

madding crowd of carolers singing,
where...

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It does my heart good thinking of childhood memories
When the only thing that was important were families.
Friends made at a young age have now become old friends.
But the family bonds that were made will never...

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In our neighborhood during the second world war
At the side of each house were a porch and a door.
And, believe it or not, it was always unlocked
When a tradesman or stranger or visitor knocked.

Around dawn...

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As expected, Mr. Eartle will die on time or sooner
We understand India has over 1.3 billion people
None of them are followers of Eartle or his turtle wax
But unlike the soon to be deceased man from...

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I loathe shucking clothes,
(no matter eyes severely myopic)
in preparation for here goes
another warm shower quickly
relaxing this senescent
body ready to doze

soon after lathering
this blubbery body
most unwanted fat grows
on me, no matter healthy diet
of worms, or how...

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Last Train Runnin’

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I'm where the rubber meets the road...that road to ruination
Where the metal meets the meat...in masses come the maggots
Where the train it meets the tracks headed down to Tarturas
Many hobos head for Hell and a...

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It was a long lonely night at the lumber mill
Just listening to a whippoorwill 
In the dark beside a logging road.
I’ve got fifteen cars of timber on my load.
The yard stinks of bleeding sap and...

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a bad mans dreams are a good mans fears...on a nightmare tale on a train of tears...
buy the ticket and take the ride through backwoods terror where bad birds fly
some murdered some mangled some on...

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Some people are of the belief, that teacher come from one place
From a school or university, with degrees all over the wall
Know great big fancy words, recites Shakespeare
With IQ's a mile high, that would put...

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We did not travel in covered wagons, but we thought our parents did.
My mother and father lived during the big depression.
Hobos wandered around marking gates and houses with a fish.
A sign that the occupants were...

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As a carefree lad I used to lie awake at night and wait,
To hear the mournful wail of the Nickel Plate midnight freight,
As it slowly wended its way thro' moonlit hill and vale,
Across the verdant...

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She lit candles
in her empty kitchen.
Burnt air disappears
through the back door.

Pale and wild,
brittle street witch,
shy, wide eyes.
Her mind like a weathered epitaph,
left alone in it's quiet mystery;
but her spirit roams
gentle and porous.
City sorrows like ashes
cling...

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In a storybook long long ago
The pages filled with her and her tears
Boy meets a girl in San Diego
At a lowly  crossroad of theirs 

Like tumbleweeds blowing  in the wind
Both walking aimlessly along...

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Both Freddy and Frieda Flea
Had an itch and felt the need 

To leave their home on Beagle back
So they packed their bags while Fido napped

They'd heard magical tales of the Big Top
Since their larva days...

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On this peaceful solitude I stand
A barren golden area trampled by me
Miles and miles and miles I’ve walked
Empty-handed, broken-hearted, mind-numbed 
Relentless destiny, you’ve fooled me
I’ve found nothing to fill my hands’ void
Hearts are hobos and...

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Stoking The Dream Machine

by Gabriel Magno

the rocking horse stood idle, the tricycle had rusted,
the grown up children had their share, and now are well adjusted.

Virginia mountains’ hollows, filled with dirt poor children playing,
in blue jeans...

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How to Find Your Way Home
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BOBBY MCGEE  -   THE  POLICE REPORT VERSION

Unemployed and destitute in Baton Rouge
Intending to steal an illegal ride on a train
Feeling tired from too much drink
Bobby sexually allured a truck driver to...

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gale to bluster, sleet to bluster, worst whacked are hobos around huts cluster.

nowhere to doss, tempest to toss, yet another sucker punch sweeps across.

with big boot to field, with big stick to wield, arrogative hosts...

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Long prior - I took to the wheel 
On a day, fairly, surreal
Amid one of my visits back home
I went to see, tailgating, all alone
My boyhood city. A city on its knees  
I began...

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As I was peeling this orange it whispered an epiphany
"You must first be taken apart to gain strength..
seek out the purist of storms
dive into the cyclone, 
be cleansed be reborn."

I followed the advice of the...

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The Joburg city sounds go crescendo 
As I slowly ascend, from beneath the subway tunnel.
I am Inducted to the rush hash pace of pedestrians 
And the hooted frustrations of motorists on the crowed roads,
This often...

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