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Do you do these here? I'm doing one here
I just read Keruoac's On the Road and was inspired to write some beat style poetry about my buddies. I got more on the way I'll probably post when I get them on my keyboard
I'll split it into two parts.
The Sesh
Sitting on the emerald hill
Waiting for friends to appear
He rolls his joint with expert skill
The sun sets as night draws near
First two brothers arrive
The older a pervert and a waiter
The younger a thief and a bartender
A lovely couple of scoundrels
They start smoking darts
And tell stories of their recent exploits:
Women, scams, business, drugs
They spoke of apocalypse, a meteorite
The world taken over, ruled by bugs
Across the great lawn
Anchoring the now shadowed, fluorescently lit hill
Heads hobbled haphazardly
Under the dark draping branches of willow and hanging flowers
Three young men, new rap spitting from a phone speaker
Silence struct the jolly camp
As the figures took the bleachers
A wave of confusion washed over the the first three
Who’s mans were these?
Texts were fired, darts were hacked
They were worried they could be attacked
Across the grass, there was no noise
The newcomers sat, suggesting nothing
OK no scrap - they all agreed
Suddenly
A cloud, a cough - a cackle of laugher erupted from the strangers.
“That’s IT!” claimed the thief as he darted off to that IT
The pervert brother quickly followed suit after IT
But the first one stayed sat - and thought about IT
In his glazed eyes, he had IT
He then stood, but as if he still sat
Wondering over IT
Wandering over to IT
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>>9815558
Pt 2
IT was the gang
The driver, who always has the pang
A tinkerer, a reliable boomerang
The last a true casualty of habits
Addicted to drugs, life is a gambit
Same for most of them
Yet he still had’n’t a job then
They smoked and shot the bull till ten
Then - they cracked their beers and off they went
A basement trap with tobacco all over the table, and an XBOX with two broken controllers
A downtown apartment, with pretty girls chatting about all the wonderful places they want to visit
An old dive with a band of retired locals playing classics while some old barfly reminisces with anyone
The destination didn’t matter
Only the ritual
The rolling dewy lawns
The phone playing songs
The squad high as Mars
A classic talk-a-thon
The paranoid whispers
The nonsensical arguments
A voracious discussion
On the weight of a woman’s compliment
And as they left
The night sky, lit by the sleepless city lights
Heaved, and wheezed, coughed
And a low, tremendous rumble echoed through the valley from which they fled
The brilliant sunset of infinites
Scarlet reds, citrusy oranges, rosey pinks, and warm violet indigos
The members of the squad had all independently witnessed
Was gone
The marchmallowey cumulus clouds
Bathed in colour
Seemingly primed to be pulled off an incredible stick and eaten by an infant God
Had been consumed by the imminent storm
CRACK!
A brilliant crack of lightning violently cut the sky in half
The group, trudging through the rain were unperturbed
For better or worse, the boys were back in town.
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>>9815558
Thinking about self-publishing (i have a few people that look for my stuff on here and other sites) I wonder how many reviews it'd take to be reasonable searchable.
pic-related is one of my pieces
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>>9815572
its pretty good but idk man I dont love the formatting
poetry's best read out loud and i dont love the way it sounds
I'm more or less new to it though so im open to criticism too
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>>9815576
:') Thank you
is it too cheesy or what
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>>9815582
It was too much like the beats.
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>>9815580
I'm definitely a 'read out loud' person too, do you prefer conversational verse?
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>>9815558
I don't speak Russian or Chinese, but my library was giving away these poetry collections translated into Dutch from the aforementioned languages and I took them home. Going to start on one tomorrow, I think.
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Came up with a quick one today. Still pretty rough.
Fists full of five cobras
Dripping heavy and wet
pulsing
with bubbling black venom
twisting altogether
knots they suffer
cuts, bleeding, chemical, and earth
only to regrow again.
The hydra's hands leaves
others palm sweaty
stumped
tongues with teeth marks
and battered beliefs.
Acidic serpents smell fear
hiding in mental dens
and their master
barely holds them back.
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i got nothing going for me
i can't write a good poem
and im proving my point
which is kinda good
right?
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Any comments on this quick thing I made (sorry if it's too shit to bear, not really my lenguage):
Set me free for once and forever
Is what I tell to my inner self
Although that may seem kind of clever
I temp to not do what I say
And as silly and dumb as this man can be
Fooling like an old time lover
He still has the certainty
That this time he can't recover
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