Short Hobo Poems

HOBO

no bread

in shed...

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Hobo

no bread

in shed...

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On 
his
forearms-
the hobo
could show his metal....

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rich folks who complain

                    of boring dinners, champagne

          hobo says, insane!...

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A hobo came along
and sang for me this song
"I once was the Gov
and I lived above
your means for far too long"...

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A hobo healer
Just wandering and healing
Rocking with plant life
Making healing number one
The man, the myth Doctor Moore...

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I once had a buddy named Bob
He was an unbearable slob
I pressed him a suit
And dressed him up cute
He dirtied it quickly, the knob....

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Everyone Called Him Old Man Moe,

Living Free Like A Hobo.

He Once Hopped A Train

In The Driving Rain

But, Slipped And Lost His Big Toe....

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Kids are spreading the news around
The circus is coming to town!
Colorful hobo
How could the kid know
Thought he had seen a circus clown...

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Traveller

    The dog let me know
    one more hobo at the door
    sandwiches and beer


       GINSU-KNIFE    EASTPORT , MAINE   USA...

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I once knew a fiddler named jo jo
He chose to live life as a hobo
He traveled with freight
Through city and state
sustained by that musical mojo...

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Step right up unto the latest craze
Doe bank baby trying to escape 
Big buck's double digit haze ?
A phenom horned in sound
Sweeping across its banks
Her plastic hobo clowns....

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A hobo 
    ought to know
  the sound of a train
    from that of acid rain

  Cos' if he don't know
    he'll be good as dead
  by the time ~ 
    the last whistle blows...

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sculptured hobo of the sea
a pirate’s swashbuckling adventure
siren, kraken, leviathan
or some other ocean creature
but now enjoying retirement
as peaceful a garden feature


...

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Mangrove Jack
He might attack
Always lurking 
Never twerking 
Twigs in his hair
His smell everywhere 
Dirt under his nails
His creepiness prevails 
Mangrove Jack
He will be back…...

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An aspiring actor named Max Finkel
  Felt that his star would soon shine and twinkle ~
    He just needed one small part
    That would provide him a start ~ 
  Played a 'Hobo:' Max tinkled and stinkled...

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There’s this mellow fellow who toast, boast
      every night drunk with his host, most
      now the embassy has closed
      the high life exposed
      a hobo a bench a lamppost

     © Harry J Horsman  2010...

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Whatever they could throw into the pot, some peas and beans
                                     Some for everyone, a chunk of meat was rare
                                      The main ingredient, was a lot of boiling water...

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1930's Depression time, near  the track on the South side of town
                                 In a clump of trees, a few "Bo's" catching " Z's"
                Some cooking hobo stew, others waiting to hop a north bound freight...

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hobo artists
share frowns
of
fortune.

hands give chaperon
harems to accelerate
truant arousal.

postscripts bargain ordeal,
casualties
fatalities
blossom hymns,
paying tribute to jagged wreaths.

and

bolero cotillions
applaud javelin
apparitions....

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Step right up
Come down below!
Welcome 
To the side show
     See Patrick the clown!      
Spiral down
Tendrils 
Twine around
Hobo
Give us thrills! 
Break our hearts 
Star attraction there’s 
No sadder show revealed
Sure
To tear you apart

YALTO
...

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A New Jersey-ite, his name Hobo Ken
For singing ballads, he had quite a yen
  He would sing like Sinatra
  From Vegas to Sumatra
On rails he rode with fellow jobless men




            September 03, 2020
 Completely Your Choice (3) Poetry Contest
            Sponsor: Brian Strand...

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Make me blue
Make me feel my pain
Make me tast poison
Make me stay away from everyone
Make me hide
Make me feel bad inside
Make me flee from my friends
Make me see the life of a hobo
Make me see life through the opposite that I see it throught now
Make me blue
Why dont you make me blue....

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Warmth and high spirits
Laughing voices, humble hearts
For my men, a beer

Slow down room! Slow down!
Spinning too fast! Hello Raaaaulgh!
No mas tequila!

Golden grace in age
Oak and sweet mash, tight refined
Good end to good day

Red bathtub brew
Hobo rot gut, da*n hard taste
Make a man of you...

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cursing your fate, leaving that casino,

           you zoom away in your glistening limo;

      it seems you've been on a long, losing streak,

   feeling down, down, like some hearbroken freak,

        wishing you were that drunk, carefree hobo,

            nothing to win or lose, anywhere you go....

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