|Reviewed by lois christensen
|hobos- still can be found in towns today - I salute you for this Poem Regis, it makes one realize not all have it so good as me, and that their are folks living alone and on the streets.|
|Reviewed by Patrick Granfors
|Your knack for descriptive reality is amazing. Patrick|
|Reviewed by Kacie Rahm
|I had to read this! I loved the title so much!
I really like it, I too have never been homeless, but I think I would feel honored to have this kind of "in my shoes" work of art if I was. Homelessness is a sad and somber thing, but you've shed a campfire light on the possible positives.
|Reviewed by Sheila Roy
|Your poem really brings the picture to life. I feel like I was in the bushes, spying on this troop of friends! Love the description of the fire and the folk surrounding it. Well penned! Hugs:) Sheila|
|Reviewed by Mary Grace Patterson
|A great write Regis! I could see them sitting around the campfire, enjoying wine and good convesation about days gone by as the lilting sounds of the harmonica echoed through the woods........M|
|Reviewed by K. Mulroney
|This would be great expanded into a short story. Great piece!|
|Reviewed by Randall Barfield
|Wow! This is going to be one of my favourites. Outdoors, meaty and all. Fine wine I like a lot as much as "Gumsy". Cheers and luck with this one.|
|Reviewed by S H (Reader)
|Regis the only thing I don't like about this is that you call them bums. You know I'm your friend and I have a personal take on the subject for obvious reasons and it is never cool to call them bums. Most of them are mentally ill, so it's something to re think. Naturally it is up to you in the end.|
|Reviewed by Kay P Devenish
|A heavenly write,I enjoyed it very much!|
|Reviewed by Lolly Peele
|I really like this poem. I'v been working on a poem about "men of the streets", but I can't quite put it together. This is great. Thanks for sharing|
|Reviewed by Muhammad Al Mahdi
|Lyrical prose... Very interesting... A very interesting and lively description of hobo life which is as old as what you call the American dream and which is the other side to it and which is, conversely, where it backfires. A good decision to elaborate on this topic. It would certainly be interesting to further experiment with this style and topics like this...|
|Reviewed by Crystal Silver Angel (Reader)
|Loved this magnificant masterpiece, Reg
Love & Light, Dove
|Reviewed by Janet Bellinger
|This poem paints a picture of the camaradarie of the drifters. Such a kinder life the hoboes had of old than the wretched esistence of the present day street person who is homeless not from choice but fate. Well done, Regis.
|Reviewed by Regina Pounds
|Just like all of life...there can be a moment of bliss shared by all... cool concept, Regis, and vivid writing.
|Reviewed by Patrice D'Ambra Burdette --Pataliyah
|I think I like this one the best so far, Reg...Wonderfully picturesque. It speaks to the vagabond in me. Excellent write.|
|Reviewed by Rhonda Galizia
|Regis, this is marvelously presented! It took me back 50+ years, to the tracks nearby our home, where hobos gathered regularly to hop trains, or beg food...I hope to post that memory someday, especially now, that you have so vividly ~ and surreptitiously ~ stirred that palette deep in me! Write on, my Brother, write on! love ~ rhonda|
|Reviewed by Kate Burnside
|This is the stuff of dreams of all those of us who sleep softly in the depths of material comfort, Regis. We can tabulate "wealth" but we are only truly blessed and "rich" if we live our dreams, no? Reminds me of the beauty of Dale's shoeless bohemians write... A beautiful glimpse, thank you. Kate xx|
|Reviewed by Retta (Reindeer) Mckenzie
|Ah Regis, the imagery in this poem is outstanding. You put us right there in the middle of hobo heaven! Loved this.
|Reviewed by richard cederberg
|Liked this piece Mr. Auffray.
It kept feeling, as I read, as if I was listening to the prologue for a movie. I believe "personalizing" the vision using character driven names, Allplejack, Gumsy, made it feel as if you were actually there feeling the heat of the fire, smelling the BO, and sharing the booze.
Your phrase: "sending erratic shooting stars into the night sky" was as good a description of the fire as any I've ever heard.
|Reviewed by Safi Abdi
|Excellent poem! Loved the quick movement of the lines. You're a genius, Regis!
|Reviewed by Meredith Dixon
|This makes me think of "Huckleberry Finn"!!! Oh, the adventures a man can really have though. A guy I went to school with actually became a hobo as a very young man and we really missed him! He is back in town now and I would love to hear the stories he could tell! Thanks for this write, Regis. Love and God bless, Meredith|
|Reviewed by Birgit and Roger Pratcher
|It sounds like a wonderful, carefree place, if only for the moment. Very much enjoyed this poem.
Birgit and Roger
|Reviewed by A. Santo
|This verse is a side of life most people over look altogether. Friendship and community live everywhere in this world. Even in the most unexpected places. This was a very enlightening write dear friend.|
|Reviewed by Sandie Angel
|Amazing picture and wonderful write. Thank you for sharing!
Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)
|Reviewed by Deborah Frontiera
|A very interesting piece, very visual and full of symbolism. There is a new kind of "hobo" about, the street people of cities who live beneath freeway overpasses. Sometimes one could "envy" their "freedom and simple lifestyle," while glad not to be in their position. Great work.|
|Reviewed by Phillip William Allen
|You've penned the life of a hobo with excellance|
|Reviewed by Sherry Heim
|I share your intrigue with the hobo lifestyle. As children my brother and I would sneak down to the train tracks and chat with the hobos, bringing wanderlust to my soul. They would tell us about all the cities that they traveled to and how this line was now theirs, they would say "I run the line" meaning that they would be back sometime soon to spend a few nights in this cozy spot before once again "taking the hop" and heading out. If my mother caught wind of us being "down at the tracks" we were in for a tanning of our behinds and additional punishments since we had been warned before; but something called us to the rails and to this day, I often wish I had taken that ride at least once. I absolutely love the rhythm of the rails. Wonderful images in this poem Regis, that truly took me back so many years.
|Reviewed by Pierre Ortega
|"Too bad it will all have to end with dawn" So profound! and isn't that the way it is with so many of life's good times. enjoyed this. Pierre.|
|Reviewed by William Bonilla
|Regis this is a fantastic piece
loaded with artistic imagery
I can see your poem clearly
within my thoughts as I read on.
|Reviewed by Karen Cino
|After reading Hobo Heaven, it makes me think of Battery Park in Manhattan. The imagery is awesome. I can definitely feel a short story coming out of the write for you. Once again a phenominal job.
|Reviewed by Gloria Buono Daly
|After reading your inspiring prose, I'm a believer that there's "hobo" in everyone. Very good. My best, Gloria|
|Reviewed by Nordette Adams
|Vivid imagery, Regis, that unfolds a traveler's tale in the reader's mind. :-) Nordette|
|Reviewed by Linda Ames
|oah! regis... how well you capture their joy and their sense of who they are, not to mention the beauty of the night. lovely. linda|
|Reviewed by Eddie Thompson
|Great images, Regis.|
|Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
|Brilliant offering...you nailed this one!!
|Reviewed by Denise Edwards
|Excellent story telling as usual, Regis! Even without the picture, I could have seen this scene in my mind's eye, thanks to your vivid descriptions!|
|Reviewed by Ed Matlack
|Sounds like my time on the streets of Philadelphia...we used to gather down under the Ben Franklin bridge and watch the cars go to and from NJ, dreaming of owning one, dreaming of living, dreaming of a real life...ed|
|Reviewed by Lori Moore
|The dawn comes too soon. Enjoyed.|
|Reviewed by Susan de Vegter
|This is Americana and the folklore that isn't folklore but truth. My dad worked for the Seaboatd Coastline RR and would say that the hoboes went south to Florida during the winter months and hitched a ride in the freight cars. This renibded me of his stories.
Love the poem with the character it shares.
|Reviewed by Sara Coslett
|This made me think of Arlo Guthrie, or more precisely, his dad - Woody. Nice mood piece. ~ Sara|
|Reviewed by jude forese
|thoughtfully constructed descriptions, Regis ...|
|Reviewed by m j hollingshead
|Reviewed by - - - - - TRASK
|Come Visit Our Hobos Homeless In Los Angelese Sleazy_
Credit For Write...
|Reviewed by Suzie Palmer
"The night is perfect:
Fellowship..." & yum, fine red wine would be divine (a bit fussy that way)!!
A great write depicting life!
Love, Suzie :-D
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|Regis, you had me there! Your depictions are so graphic! This is a fine poem on this topic!Thanks for sharing!|
|Reviewed by Felix Perry
|Ah this makes being homeless almost romantic and perhaps in it's day it was too bad they also have to freezed to death laying in cardbaora boxes come winter but that is another story. Great job here Regis
|Reviewed by Sage Sweetwater
|This poem goes well with those train songs, Reg. I can see the hobos with coffee-ground specked unshaven stubbly faces, with a stick with a red bandana bundle tied on the end wrapped up inside, a harmonica and a bottle of good ol' Thunderbird or Muscatel thrown over the hobos shoulders, walkin' down the line to share a story, a tune, and a nip! Pass around the brown paper bag! I hear the train acomin'...it's comin' round the bend.....
|Reviewed by Constance Gotsch
|Never been a hobo, but have done my share of being on the road. Sometimes it's great fun. other times when you're sick or tired it's hell. but the fun outweighs the bad. I remember one night in Midland Texas coming into the hotel bar before dinner to have a brew and being surrounded by petrolium engineers. They tried to teach me the texas 2 step, but I'm an ox on the dance floor. They'd been all over the place drilling If they'd been on Mars I wouldn't have been surprised.|
|Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
|Ain't a bad life, Reg. I followed that open road for many years. Don't know if I would advise it in today's climate of violence, however, but yeah, even now I recall the good times and dismiss the bad ones as paying my dues. I was a linotype operator, (I doubt you know what that is) and really had no trouble "bumming" around. Washed dishes and swept up cafe's for meals, a lot of different things, stole once or twice, been there, buddy. I have yet to write that novel about those years, but I still have breath in me, I might yet.|
|Reviewed by Ann Marquette
|Beautifully written Reg.
|Reviewed by Peter Paton
When you are a " King of the Road ", you take shelter and refreshment wherever you can...
A happy go lucky write Reg from your magnanimous heart
|Reviewed by George Carroll
|Camaraderie changes the circumstances one finds themselves in. Well done Regis|
|Reviewed by Kate Clifford
|Thank you for sharing the positive side of the Hobo's life.|
|Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado
|Wonderful tribute to the hobo way of life! Well done, mon ami, very well done!
(((HUGS))) and much love, ton ami, Karen Lynn in Texas. :D
Paix et amour a toi!
|Reviewed by Connie Hinnen Cook
|Makes one realize that some can find joy, no matter what their circumstances. Very interesting write, Regis!|
|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
A beautifully moving write; very well done! As Inked Wings below said, it is a pleasure and a privilege to read this. Thank you!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
|Reviewed by Huda Orfali
|To be with true friends is to be in heaven
thanks for sharing this offering my friend
love and peace
|Reviewed by Inked Wings
|I really liked this. I never thought about hobo heaven before. Seen a few before in passing. Yes, I thought this was very well written. Thank you for the privilege to read this.|