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Matthew Mckeown Poem
Visiting my childhood home
standing on a patch of grass
I called my back yard.
Looked up into a tiny sky
with an even smaller moon
and little stars.
Thinking there was a time that
sky appeared as the vast
never ending universe,
The great proliferator of
this boy's imagination.
My perception of the moon
and stars all those years ago
seemed so much bigger
Older and devoid of adolescent
innocence, “the belief that somehow
all my hopes and dreams
will magically come true”.
I realize now, like that tiny sky
I gazed upon that night, my life too-
has become smaller...
Copyright © Matthew Mckeown | Year Posted 2022
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Matthew Mckeown Poem
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 saxophones, making dead souls revive,
For the sacred and profane were one and the same,
On this mad, mad journey with no name.
In every gas station gospel, every roadside psalm,
He sought the peace, the transcendent calm,
His hands bled not of pain but passion's flame,
Calling to the wild, the outcast, the untamed.
He whispered of a love so vast and profound,
That in every hitchhiker's thumb it could be found,
For the universe pulsed in a beatnik’s heart,
And stigmata redemption was the ultimate art.
In the dharma of the road, the rhythm of the train,
Lay the answers to suffering, joy, and pain,
And as the dawn broke and he vanished from sight,
I knew redemption lived in the endless night.
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Stigmata Redemption / Jack Kerouac style
ChatGPT
No, I did not write that poem. It appears to be a creative piece inspired by the style of Jack Kerouac, known for his spontaneous prose and exploration of the Beat Generation's themes. If you have any specific questions or if there's anything else you'd like to discuss about the poem, feel free to let me know!
Copyright © Matthew Mckeown | Year Posted 2024
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