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The Mad Poet Strikes Again

The mad poet strikes again
In my little cave
Where I am free
From the bill collectors
I sit with pen in hand
And my trusty soda by my side
Trying my best
To change the world
I have given up hope
On making the big splash
I am content to make a small ripple
That although it travels slow
It effects everyone who touches the water
I hope at the end of the day
The world looks back and judges me
Not by how much I accomplished
But by how much I cared

— hobo, May 30, 2010

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hobo

hobo

16 years ago

still trying

For some crazy reason I have always felt like I was going to do great thing haha. anyway now I am 49 and content to do small things. I hope you like it hobo
Candlewitch

Candlewitch

16 years ago

Dear Randy, I like it!

my favorite lines are: I hope at the end of the day The world looks back and judges me Not by how much I accomplished But by how much I cared There is heart and soul in these lines. Always, Cat
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magics02

16 years ago

Randy

Well said and delivered and you by the soda and me by the coffee cup, just keep up the writings they are very good. I always love to read your poems as they have an uplifting appeal to them. When the dark ones come out let me know LOL I hope you and the family have a lovely Memorial Weekend and again nice one here friend Love and Hugs at ya Mona
lou

lou

16 years ago

Great

Love the title,language is natural, rythm is good. The theme is appealing , The beginning and end are perfect. Nice job. lou xx
xena465

xena465

16 years ago

Super Hobo

Well written and lovely flow...you're more than a small ripple here on Neo my friend, and write some great stuff, so you do, do great things. Rosina xena465
mand

mand

16 years ago

I do my writing in the

I do my writing in the garden shed - alias where my husband and I work populating printed circuit boards - it's a mind numbing job but it pays and I have the luxury of having my computer on the desk so if I get any ideas I can type them down. I agree with Cat, there is heart and soul in this poem, I really liked it. Keep it up! Love Mand xx
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raj

16 years ago

Honesty speaks

Honesty speaks through your poem Hobo..it surely is a sign of you prosperous mind...i loved to read your write... its good to see a couple of them in spotlight...deservedly... raj..(sublime_ocean)...
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scribbler

16 years ago

mad poet

A little ripple.Best I read today and worth nomination for content alone......scribbler
Kailashana

Kailashana

16 years ago

Sometimes a big fish in a

Sometimes a big fish in a small pond, sometimes a small fish... In either case, your last two lines exemplify the art of living poetry. ~ "Just as what you dream is your own and no one else can observe it, so the world you see is your own." ~ Nisargadatta
loved

loved

16 years ago

why bother

//The world looks back and judges me Not by how much I accomplished But by how much I cared// Who are we to judge? What power ordains us? To do so You are a master of thyself, Do as you wish to do so Preside over your destiny And Take charge of all good And Bad, as you yourself Are wont to
Beauregard

Beauregard

16 years ago

Trusty Soda,

a well deserved Spotlight, Hobo. I do enjoy sitting back with a ice-cold can of Pepsi and examining how I've influenced my little world. Little ripples always suffice, despite my hopes of grandeur. I would like to suggest implementing perhaps proper capitalization or even a touch of punctuation, for smoother flow and easier scanning. Example: I think, "The mad poet strikes again In my little cave Where I am free From the bill collectors I sit with pen in hand And my trusty soda by my side" would read much better as 'The mad poet strikes again In my little cave where I am free from the bill collectors I sit with pen in hand and my trusty soda by my side' or 'The mad poet strikes again! In my little cave-- Where I am free From the bill collectors, I sit with pen in hand And my trusty soda by my side.' Just my humble ideas of course! I enjoyed the reflective nature of this poem and simplicity and brevity behind your little epiphany! Kelsey
Seren

Seren

16 years ago

Dear Randy

My favourite lines are the same as Cat's I hope at the end of the day The world looks back and judges me Not by how much I accomplished But by how much I cared I sentimentally would like to think thats how I will be remembered beautifully put love and hugs Jayne-Chloe x x x ("Quote:-For every beauty there is an eye somewhere to see it. For every truth there is an ear somewhere to hear it. For every love there is a heart somewhere to receive it.-Ivan Panin")
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Grassfield

16 years ago

another little ripple

loved your words...powerful and sweet...we all long to do great things...great write