Look up to the sky, Jack Kerouac

Look up to the sky, Jack Kerouac

A Poem by richieb
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An attempt at a 50's beat poem.

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                  Sloop shouldered factory men. Sad sacks carrying
                  dented metal lunch pails.
                   The ancient north wind, tearing through faded flannel
                   shirts.
                   Starring at the walkway, crushed, worn and beaten by
                    ox-blood colored work boots. Worn soles tied to tired
                    ankles.
                   Trudging the same path of grandfathers and fathers,
                    uncles and cousins. All fighting for the good life.
                   
                    Now shaken by looming lay-offs. Heads down,
                     cigarettes gripped by tight lips.
                     Christmas coming.
                    Babes at home, running barefoot on dusty wooden
                     floors.
                     Excited, Christmas coming.
                      
                     Look to the great Above, Jack Kerouac. To the
                     heavenly eisel.
                     Old Man of the clouds. Wise, wisest of the wise. How
                      were His thoughts born?
                      Colors frozen in the sky, images illuminating,
                      floating mountains and beacons of showering light.

                      Curly headed cherubs with rosy Bobbsey twins 
                       cheeks tickle the feet of the old Creator as He unfurls
                      His snow fleeced beard across mountain tops.

                      Drunks, failed men, shuffling into the dusk of
                       forgotten alleys.
                      Broken glass, lonely car tires, used and cast away.
                      Dandelions, Roses of the distraught, claiming cracks
                      and broken lines.
  
                       Bums, filthy and hollow eyed. Can't draw an ace.
                      Hands in empty pockets, walking the curbs,
                      searching for dimes and quarters.

                       Look above Jack Kerouac. Drink the rain, the tears
                       of angels. I Yahweh, I Am, Put no false gods before
                       me.
                       I looked Lucifer in the eye and said, Not in MY
                       House!
                       I am the the Nomad of space and time.
                       The angels flood the midnight sky with burning
                       candles. Holding them high in gratitude of another
                       Master performance.
                       And you thought they were stars.
                        Look home to Me.



                     

                  
              
               
                    
                                                                                                                                       
                      


© 2016 richieb



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richieb
This is not a finished work. I have not posted anything for a while. Let me know what you think.

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A magnificent piece of writing. It is like a stream of consciousness full of well-lined images and references. There is lots of lovely alliteration to begin with but it tailors off a bit. (perhaps you could put a bit more in, in the last few stanzas as it does trip off the tongue so well.) The way you contrast the Above with the Below is really effective, (or the ' what could be' and the 'what is?') Never actually read Jack Kerouac but it sounds as though he deserves this great tribute!

Posted 2 Months Ago


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richieb

2 Months Ago

Thank you for your review. Jack Kerouac was a lead voice in the "Beat Generation" moveme.. read more
Great Aunt Astri

2 Months Ago

Thank you for that information


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Very Kerouac-ian and very American in spirit. I agree and understand the bit that this is still work in progress or perhaps its lack of a denouement is what makes it belong to its genre- the Beat generation. Liked the ample use of allegories and visuals. A thoroughly readable piece.

Posted 2 Months Ago


richieb

2 Months Ago

Mallika,
l love Jack Kerouac and the Beat Generation. I am pleased you enjoyed this p.. read more
A magnificent piece of writing. It is like a stream of consciousness full of well-lined images and references. There is lots of lovely alliteration to begin with but it tailors off a bit. (perhaps you could put a bit more in, in the last few stanzas as it does trip off the tongue so well.) The way you contrast the Above with the Below is really effective, (or the ' what could be' and the 'what is?') Never actually read Jack Kerouac but it sounds as though he deserves this great tribute!

Posted 2 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

richieb

2 Months Ago

Thank you for your review. Jack Kerouac was a lead voice in the "Beat Generation" moveme.. read more
Great Aunt Astri

2 Months Ago

Thank you for that information
Really like the description. Each line adds something to the story. Really well done!

Posted 5 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

richieb

5 Months Ago

Thank you Kevin, I appreciate your comments.
Richie b.
...................AMAZING.

Posted 6 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

richieb

6 Months Ago

Relic,
Thank you for reading this poem. I look forward to reading your w.. read more
'Sloop shouldered factory men. Sad sacks carrying
dented metal lunch pails.
The ancient north wind, tearing through faded flannel
shirts.. .. .. ';

First lines to final stanza, visuallly raw phrases rip the mind apart.. somehow. You've told a tale in somebody else's voice yet - made it your own by adding emotions that make the eyes sting.

Will come back again, perhaps twice.. or more.. leaving time to veil the Kerouac influence maybe.. Pretty sure the words are your very own but juggled.

Posted 8 Months Ago


Such an amazing tribute to the man and his style of poetry! Powerful, honest , raw, the people's poet writing the prose of the streets and highways. Your style, emotion, imagery, wordage- Master Class all the way! You do Kerouac very proud. " I looked Lucifer in the eye and said, Not in My House!" Kudos!

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

richieb

1 Year Ago

Thank you Annette for your well defined review. I enjoy discussing Jack Kerouac, I love it that.. read more
Your descriptions are so vivid..so real..conveyed with great style and creativity. Great work my friend. :) Julie

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

richieb

1 Year Ago

Thank you Julie for your positive comments. I am glad you enjoyed this poem.
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A great journey of the working man.
I suppose in a way, the trials and tribulations.
Lots of grit. Like it.

Posted 1 Year Ago


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richieb

1 Year Ago

Thank you Paul for your comments. I am glad you enjoyed the poem. Everyone needs to persevere.. read more
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Rad rad rad!!!! Those are my thoughts! :)

Posted 1 Year Ago


richieb

1 Year Ago

Bev,
Thank you for your review. I am glad you enjoyed it.
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A very good poem!:)
Beautiful words..

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

richieb

1 Year Ago

Atashui,
Thank you for your kind words.
Richie

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