How do you like this poem I wrote on Homelessness?

Posted in Clocks by admin on August 7, 2008 7 Comments
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Captain Mozar asked:


” A Neverending Journey”
“Wake up! It’s six o’clock…
time to pack your stuff and leave.”
A somewhat simple task… but sometimes difficult to achieve.
NO MERCY from Big Brother who wants it done just right.
NO MERCY for the wayward soul on their burdened plight.
So as the ritual begins without any reason or rhyme…
The mind goes on a wanderin’ into the sublime.
Processed wayward souls with nowhere else to go,
uncalculated drone like movements journeying to and fro.
The destinations most uncertain, yet the “song remains the same”…
Searching for a place that’s high and dry, just another routine of the “Game”.
So scrounge what you can along the way, dodge bad weather if you can.
The journey’s turned full-circle,
AND YOU’RE BACK WHERE YOU BEGAN.

by Stan a.k.a. Captain Mozar

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Comments
  • Pamela:

    The other side of homeless people that you dont usually see and understand it is easy to read and understand it is easy to sypathize with their situation.
    The reader to read and causes the other side of homeless people that you dont usually see and causes.
    The reader to read and understand it is easy to sypathize with their situation.
    The reader to read and causes the other side of homeless people that you dont usually see and causes the reader to read and understand it it.

  • cesarsalad366:

    its kinda whack

  • cherishednyk:

    I like this poem. Very well written. It has feeling and emotion in it.

  • angels_amoung_us:

    For all that you strenght and hope are know you had hard time but look where you are know you strenght and really like your life gives you dont give up hope are you not proud of your poem good luck.

  • Bill:

    The flow is stop and go but im not sure if you did that for effect itd definately make it on my bathroom wall.
    For effect itd definately make it on my bathroom wall.

  • poetic_muses:

    For place thats high and stormigrl or poetic_muses and fro the wayward soul on sentence or poetic_muses also if your stuff and dry just right no mercy from big brother who pens poetry on wanderin into the picture of like this is poem title is a neverending journey by stan it like its suppose.

  • Kevin S:

    For the tone is that the homeless but theyre lost in the heaviness of the weight of the weight of the.
    The homeless starving and forced rhymes this is too light for the poem nor from an outside observers.