Sole Man of the Galleybloggers’ Ravens gifts us with verses that paint a life like few have seen or lived. Please, read on…

Author: John Fioravanti

I'm a retired History teacher (35 years), husband, father of three, grandfather of three. My wife, Anne, and I became business partners in December 2013 and launched our own publishing company, Fiora Books (, to publish my books. We have been married since 1973 and hope our joint business venture will be as successful as our marriage.

2 thoughts on “DEADBEAT”

  1. Good afternoon John, Namaste 🙂

    A welcome return to our virtual field for good Sir John of Ontario. We trust you are well and life a peach. I imagine you are busy raking leaves as autumn’s bride shows her many colours to the world. I have always regarded the Maple Leaf as Queen amongst the foliage…her autumn gown is exquisite.

    Thank you indeed for an inspired introduction to the poem, one to certainly impress a smile on the soul of Sole Man. He is one of few scarecrows I have met who begs at night until the small hours before bedding down. Night-begging is thwart with many challenges others more cautious choose to remove themselves from. It is not through absolute necessity that he begs at night although some evening revellers are more generous when their wallets are opened by alcohol, it is through fear that he waits until city streets are deserted before closing his eyes to potential danger. Many stories abound through the Homeless community of unprovoked vicious attacks on defenceless individuals asleep under wraps on city streets. These are despicable acts of violence, a wickedness that seems all to common and all to frequent yet which prevails because Governments fail to make adequate provision for those who are Homeless: and yet there are many empty buildings in cities across the world that could open doors and put walls around those who have none to call their own. For Sole-Man, invariably sleep is hit and miss and often no more than a couple of hours in duration: modern cities never rest or sleep they are alive 24/7 and the safety of shadows where the Homeless live never conceal for long.

    Sole-Man is new to Gallybloggers and I hope to catch up with them again next week and share a coffee whilst I scribe their words. Sole-Man has never learnt to read and write so I am their conduit for self-expression. All I really know so far is that they love their rap music and have a classic backstory to share with the world when ready. Gallybloggers look forward to posting their fresh rhyme.

    Many thanks John for re-blogging and promoting the endeavours of Gallybloggers overseas. Lovely to have you come by again. Take care of one and all. Good luck with the leaf clearance lol 🙂

    God Bless. Namaste 🙂

    DN and Raven’s 12

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    1. You’re most welcome, Dewin – my pleasure to share. It is so good of you to scribe the verses of some of the Ravens – otherwise, we wouldn’t benefit from them.

      Because summer has been hanging on longer than usual, my maple trees are just now beginning to turn color. Each year it is a race to see if I can get them raked up before the snow sets in. Because of the delay in autumn weather, I may lose that race this year.

      It must be so frightening to be a Homeless person, not knowing if you’ll be alive the next day. Thanks for that perspective – the idea came out clearly in the verse.

      Peace to poets everywhere!

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