John Anderson Poems
|1.||Maybe Life Is Humbug||6/18/2006|
|2.||Those Who Aren't Indicted||6/22/2006|
|3.||This Person We Knew||6/23/2006|
|4.||Love And Best Friends||6/23/2006|
|5.||Finding A Work Place||6/29/2006|
|6.||A Compliment To A Soul's Fruition||7/2/2006|
|7.||Realization At A Bar||7/2/2006|
|9.||Song Of Hope||7/4/2006|
|11.||The Cube Farm||7/2/2006|
|12.||My Purpose And Place I||7/5/2006|
|13.||Breath In My Night||7/4/2006|
|14.||Infinity To The Spirit Of Man||7/24/2006|
|16.||People That I Know (Servicemen)||1/29/2008|
|19.||You Were Saying Something In My Dreams||5/7/2012|
|20.||Which Way To Love?||5/16/2012|
|21.||I Dropped My Cell Phone Too Many Times||5/30/2011|
|23.||Young Man's Death||6/7/2011|
|25.||The Hobo Was Offended||6/18/2006|
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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 ...
Finding A Work Place
I climbed long escalators through the mall-like structure.
Through fast pacing people, tragically together, hectically alone.
Striding through a silent early morning.
I opened the glass doors and entered an outer office where I would wait. High-up rooftop views, sheltering us from the chaotic world below, provided a fitting view for what lie ahead.
A young secretary directed me from behind her desk to the place where I'd be waiting.
Sitting on oak furniture, under a high ceiling, i