John Anderson

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John Anderson
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A Purpose and a Place

How did I come to be a poet? How did I come to find the very light which shines in my soul, and teach it to speak? All people, we first need to understand, have poetry. Whether it shows in a political sermon to friends, negotiating with your woman, or helping an elderly neighbor with his groceries, those tiny lights find their way out one way or another, and I started writing them down.

I'm the middle child in a close-knit family of nine. We were raised in Detroit, in a loving, Catholic, Mom and Dad household that wasn't all that long ago in years, but many times seems like a different century. We were so close in age that when my oldest sister ... more »

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The Hobo Was Offended

On a twisting road behind me
Full of stones and pits
I spot a lonesome hobo
Who looks pensive as he sits

He sits on a clean-shaved stump
And opens up his shoe
And empties it of dirt
While his toe is peeking through

I walk the path back toward him
Under a canopy of trees
That I've enjoyed so many days
When I didn't have miles to seize

His hands were folded in front
A dark wool cap pulled his head
It looked like he needed a bath
And to sleep in a real bed

I towered over this bum
Ready for his pleas
And felt a little like the ...

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