Long Beatnik Poems

Lights dim, and a single spotlight illuminates the stage/Ben Nola has sumptin 2 say/
 a page/ a stage/ two worlds were born from the seed of thought/
 One, etched in ink, a monument meticulously wrought/...

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I first met Ed’s wife when he moved in next door,
it was hard not to see such a beauty,
nearly six feet, with long, honey-blonde hair,
and skin as perfect as any movie.

Now I did not say...

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While reading Charles Bukowski poetry? 
On the metro ride home? 
Listening to Buddha bar music? 
On my oh too hip iPod? 
 
I begin to see myself as I was? 
Over 30 years ago when...

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i wait at the river for the cry of the loon
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Pale white against the ghostly fog
Smoke curled for lack of oxygen
Black rim glasses hide, head bows
Conceal eyes of cool cat daddy-o

In dark, goatee, groomed and moody
Beret tilted silhouetted, covers identity
Captures blues wrapped in a sax
Brown...

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Beatnik Snaps
       Onomatopoeia-topia

(poet sits on a stool in the café and begins)
I could onomatopoeia all day daddio
With cool sounds in the iambic pandemics sphere out there.
“Far out man…far out…...

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the humid thick air of a July 10 evening 
streets of new york city in july
heat that invites two wretched souls
into the beatnik hall

coffee pouring- smell of tobacco burning
a squares  mistake of showing up...

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Hurled into the desert by a beatnik pilot and dropped off just above nirvana.  I find myself in a peculiar yet remarkable position.  I am now alone.  I look out above the...

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shivering teeth the ceiling’s descent,
the drunken spongy borders of
dim imagined soggy pulsing
images in foggy spots,
exhalation and the sound of exhalation,
sense as the center of dampening paper
surrounded by our soft cocooning breath.
the shrieks are streaked across...

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(10/13/12)

At the beginning of “64” - I packed up my uniform
And walked out the door- it was the beginning of
The Vietnam war.
By August of that same year
President  Johnson started the draft
Under protests and jeers.

Then...

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i wait at the river for the cry of the loon
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i am not a beatnik
ive been called hipster
i am not a caucasian
blood type O positive
I live in the house i was raised in
i destroyed it and rebuilt it
the discovery of my identity
i hit my head...

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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...

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Hey,hey! It's the Bohemia Cafe!Barry and Kirra'd greet you and say
"Hi there! Pleased to meet Chai!"
Barry and Kirra they say had a crazy Cafe where musicians would
go to jam and play.
You'd go...Through the kitchen and...

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Was Ist Los? - Oh, Nothing, Just the Berlin Airlift...
You came into my life one summer's day
the beatnik of a Frauline, caring less
of what society might have to say
than seeking out your inner happiness;

those were...

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Was Ist Los?  Oh, Nothing, Just the Berlin Airlift...
         Berlin 1948-1952
You came into my life one summer's day
the beatnik of a Frauline, caring less
of what society...

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To all my Poetic Family, I would like to start a new word game It's very easy You pick a word
Define it and sign your name ( see examples below ) I will then with...

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BERLIN AIRLIFT .1948-49
You came into my life one summer's day
the beatnik of a Frauline, caring less
of what society might have to say
than seeking out your inner happiness;

those were the days! Berlin was in a bind
you...

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The first derriere shot,
that killed everyone’s appetite,
came from a second-rate, 
light tipping looter

A no-class hothead bum,
who had bun fiddy no-good burger 
burglar instincts

Amateur night out
introduced a new bottom bang-bang 
beatnik on the back end drum...

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In bewilderment I woke up in Jerusalem
They were talking about Jesus, and they were spooked.
He was way too wise for a twelve-year old, and
asking questions no one wanted to answer.
They were trying to figure out...

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Our tribute to the eighteen year old boys who were sent to Viet Nam
Was to be chill, chillin, and chillax’in as a tribute to those soon gone.
We were groov’n, and groovy, beatnik style, but we...

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Dimly lit with staged spotlight 
The beatnik coffee house 
Espresso or moca in every cup 
Black berets and sandals (optional) 
Digging the sounds of be bop  
In dark sunglasses 
Renditions of Miles and Coltrane...

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The Seasons heaven inspired Summer
Jousting  feasting + dancing diversions
Love  exquisite  reflection  in  the  mirror 
Tinned soup shelves in the village store
wicked chocolate sauce nutty ice-cream
Crimson berries golden mountains blue
shadows...

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Had Heard Church Comment Horn Haiku

had heard church comment
commandments contained in cement
we always knew what they meant
stop Southern accent
all your sins admit
Bible for a beatnik
prepare for advent
go to church should be hell bent
spent down to...

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I like to start my day with a hot cup of coffee
I pound down the coffee
First thing I do every day
as the dawning sun
Lights up my lonesome room

Yeah, but not just a simple cup of...

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