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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Author's Note

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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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 7 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

richieb

7 Months Ago

Thank you Annette for your well defined review. I enjoy discussing Jack Kerouac, I love it that.. read more



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'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 2 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 7 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

richieb

7 Months 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 9 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

richieb

9 Months 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 9 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

richieb

9 Months 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 9 Months Ago


richieb

9 Months Ago

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

Posted 9 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

richieb

9 Months Ago

Atashui,
Thank you for your kind words.
Richie
wow! that really hooked me!
well conveyed!
"And you thought they were stars.
Look home to Me."


Posted 10 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

richieb

10 Months Ago

Tazeen,
Thank you for your review, I am glad you enjoyed the poem. I will .. read more
I've been with Jack before when my hand turned his many pages. There is something special about the fifties. The black and white movies, rotary dial phones and the poets. Not to mention what you've written here.

There were hard times and you've captured some of it in fine detail.

Posted 11 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

richieb

11 Months Ago

Pale,
Thank you for reading. I am a great fan of Jack's. Didn't always fully un.. read more
richieb,
Contrasts of darkness (pain, suffering, poverty) and light (sky's glorious art piece. Pain of the struggling Jack Kerouac, yet God is calling him, wanting to lift him from his drudgery fed pain and help him think differently. This poem was a very good depiction in images of an earlier time Thank you for writing such a poem. Your note was very helpful.

Posted 11 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

richieb

11 Months Ago

Kathy,
Thank you for the review. I appreciate your inspiring comm.. read more
The mention of Kerouac makes me think of traveling, or even flightiness, and the way we jump from the mines to the dark streets shows that. But then you toss in a Creator, and it's grounding. As if all this is temporary. It's acknowledged when we're asked to look up. Look up, because all this bullshit and all these trials are just temporary. We're all just headed home

Posted 11 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

richieb

11 Months Ago

Dani,
Thank you for your great comments. You are right we are all .. read more

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