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Kerouac Poems - Poems about Kerouac


Premium Member Tuesdays' nights
was the whiskey and the jazz playing On too many black nights with too Many lonely women and not a poem Between them How many times can you run From the shadow of the voices that Surround you Beating like drums in the darkness Tasting more of your flesh each time Not leaving enough for a man to breathe No way for a man to...

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Categories: kerouac, 12th grade, addiction,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member WALLS
Four beige walls Streaked with yellow tar Of too many smokes Kerouac waiting with Brautigan on shelf Once the mongrel beat Long forgotten And the jazz plays cymbals taps flare Chaka boom chaka boom chaka boom While 88's like crystal wail To the beat baby babe To the beat On the road to desolation The vision spoke Looking through doorways at mountains The jack,man, the jack Had this...

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Categories: kerouac, 12th grade,
Form: Free verse



Premium Member KEROUAC THE WORD SPEAKS JAZZ Tony Adamo
KEROUAC THE WORD SPEAKS JAZZ/Tony Adamo Spoken Word All in Caps for Better Reading While in Recording Studio/10/14/23 THE JAZZ COOL AND BEBOP MUSICIANS MADE MUSIC THEIR OWN/ THE BEAT GENERATION WAS A NONCONFORMIST CULTURE MOVEMENT OF THE 1950’S/ WRITERS, POETS SUCH AS JACK KEROUAC, NEAL CASSADY, ALLEN GINSBERG, DIANE DE PARMA, WILLIAM S. BURROUGH, AND...

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Categories: kerouac, spoken word,
Form: Spoken Word
Stigmata Redemption Jack Kerouac style
On the restless road of existence, Winding through beatnik midnight dreams, I met a wanderer with stigmata palms, Tales carved into hands like nomadic streams. Under the neon hum of jazz club nights, His scars sang stories of holy flights, How the weight of the cross bore heavy and true, On hearts searching for redemption’s hue. He’d seen angels in every corner dive, Playing...

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Categories: kerouac, addiction,
Form: Free verse
Kerouac After Twilight
After twilight around that corner City Lights show an alternative way Sipping sour whiskey from chipped cups In low sweaty cellars where frothy cats play Shades under tilted black beat berry hats And Charlie's beat sounds out over his steady rap Snyder slumps iodine in the doorway queue Waiting for a tired Bird's wings to flap Onstage another rhythmic rant from Jack Sets shapely...

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Categories: kerouac, america, cool, dance, drink,
Form: Rhyme



Oh Kerouac
I am thinking of you, Kerouac. As I always do when the leaves start to fall, For that’s when I first fell for you many years ago. You lit my fire and spit me into myself, ready to tackle Each branch of myself. Aching to view each night through a poet’s eye, And connect the dots uniquely under the violet sky. Oh...

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Categories: kerouac, appreciation, inspiration, muse, tribute,
Form: Free verse
My Kerouac Heart Attacks
My Kerouac heart attacks In illustrious cigar smoke stacks Against time, Wake up to talk, To speak, Unknown for hours Amidst your wilting sunflowers Let's talk nonsense prose Where death kills, Love, at last, grows My Ginsberg snowflake cries Howls With Wolfbane growls At my Kerouac heart...

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Categories: kerouac, life,
Form: Free verse
Jack Kerouac
I used to write like Jack Kerouac. Words crumbling down paper. Stark thoughts marked by dots and dashes. Flashes of schoolyard brilliance The hill I would climb over to be someone different. I never saw life through a dot. LSD. My father was on mushrooms, when he and my mother created me. Psychedelic sperm meets bitter weed infested ovum. BANGED into existence. Transient spirit sloughing off afterbirth long after I hit the cold. I have chased paper ever since. Dipping my bones in...

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Categories: kerouac, celebrity, courage, dedication, devotion,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Nu-Jack Kerouac
Nu-Jack Kerouac/Tony Adamo 2010 Miles, Monk, Bird, Dizzy Gillespie & Train Jack Kerouac, Allen Ginsburg, Mingus and the Duke/ Wrote Music books and poetry that had the power to change our musical written word/ They walked the walk baby and be-boped the talked/ Miles , Monk they dreamt in jazz time (BRIDGE) You got Ta be kool Nu-jack...

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Categories: kerouac,
Form: Lyric
Premium Member Five Winter Haiku Kerouac Pop
seven below zero silent angels cold prayers darkness falls on snow fumbling for my keys metrodome cave-in vikings lose their home pillage detroit town frost-bit mountain climbing your forgotten love windblown snow covers my tracks am I here?...

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Categories: kerouac, imagination
Form: Haiku

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