Comments : St. John of the Freeway

  • 11 years ago

    by nouriguess

    The rhymes... oh my!

  • 11 years ago

    by Lioness

    Larry, Larry!

    I read this poem and I like it! I love the rhyming, it's awesome, flawless and not forced. The flow was great too.

    Now as I was reading this poem a few questions came up, I read it a couple of times because I wanted to really experience the words you were saying. The images were great in here. I believe that you are talking about a homeless person and from the image that has come to my head, in a possibly large city like New York (came to mind), and of course then I read your last stanza and thought yes possibly.

    I wondered though as well, since the poem had a name of someone, is this someone that you know? Is this a homeless person that everyone knows the name of? I feel heartbroken when I see homeless people on the street, it really tears me up.

    In your last stanza you mention that this homeless person could be Buddha or someone claiming that the end of the world is near. I have seen people in the streets of where I lived with signs up saying the same thing. Freaks me out a little.

    I enjoyed reading this poem a lot! It's awesome!!!

    x

    • 11 years ago

      by Larry Chamberlin

      John is my name for him, although he is locally called Prophet. Those of us who know him, in north Houston, Texas, find him remarkable for his quiet serenity and gracious thanks for food and reading material. He always speaks of redemption and personal spirituality, but never about religion. He sometimes smells of sour wine. Whether he is homeless through tragedy or choice I have not yet learned.

  • 11 years ago

    by Meme

    I dont know what feeling I got from this poem, all I know is I was wiping my tears at the end of it. It touched me alot somehow, or my subconscious atleast.

    I like your description of how you see him, the way you described all the things he do. The rhymes were flawless as always, and the piece is just outstanding.

    God bless this guy.

    A nomination in my book!

  • 11 years ago

    by Ms Happiness

    Amazing piece:) I enjoyed reading it

  • 11 years ago

    by Edward D Zurovec

    Great story poem Mr. Chamberlin. Who can not be touched by these lines. Though a transient, these people have a purpose and maybe more so than we realize. I guess most every town has their own Prophet, here he is called Buddy, same story, gratetful for any helping handout.
    Peace and Blessings

  • 11 years ago

    by Hellon

    I really liked this poem when I first read it and after several reads I like it even more. There are a couple of things that are bugging me about it though and I hope you will consider them?

    John read things off the ground.
    He'd pick up flyers, old papers,
    notes and magazines he found
    despite their dust and vapors.

    ^^^^

    The first image offered here is that John reads things off the ground which suggests that he just looks at them while they lie there...in the second line you tell us he picks up flyers and old papers. My suggestion would be that you swap a couple of words round...

    John picks things off the ground
    he reads flyers and old papers.
    --------------
    Used to pass him on my way to work
    dragging a shopping cart along
    eyes down prizing the murk
    plucking golden dreams for a song.

    In my opinion, you need a full stop at the end of line one...otherwise it sounds like you are actually dragging the shopping cart along...and maybe a comma after along?

    Just some thoughts I've had and have been nursing them for the past few months LOL!!!!

  • 11 years ago

    by Maple Tree

    I have read a few poems in my day on the homeless and I have to say this poem tops them all. The creative structure of this powerful piece touched me and the ending was a touch of reality, mixed with eye opening interpretations.

    This poem goes deep into detail- It shows truthfully tones and detailed imagery of the homeless man to a tee- It made me feel like the man didn't care of the condition he was living in, only to read his "treasures" This poem shows spirit! This poem was a joy to read. I adored the rhyme pattern throughout. Love this piece!! Well Done Larry