Best Beatnik Poems

Beatnik, hippie, free spirit, oh my.
Enjoying their bliss with barely a sigh.
Full of great fun
Enjoying the sun
I like all of them with barely a try...

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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… Onomatopoeia all the way” (The crowd shouts and snaps fingers...

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Do you remember the Beatnik generation?
Those angry young men with long hair
You could see them playing a guitar in a station
Strumming and singing without a care

Where are they now, that lost generation?
Now, the new generation by comparison
Singing platitudes, a yuppy sensation
Tame, well groomed, without passion

Looking...

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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 down the secret staircase to the 
round dusty table where...

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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 he made it a full scale war
And sent our soldiers...

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Thank You for the Applause.//

Though I think it’s time to pause,
Find space in the mind to reflect,	
Ideas and inspirations floating about to dissect,
Do you feel me yet?
When you know who you are,
Try to manifest each star,
Establish bridges over an ocean,
Before you give yourself the notion,
That...

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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 paper bags cover booze

Jazz releases notes unknown to claps
Fingers snap...

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Beatnik Charley had glowing fingers of soul
When they began tapping a beat, there was never a goal.
They understood people, and had them dancing around.
He had a unique way of drumming.
An incredible sound!

Beatnik Charley brought in women all over New York.
Many were vegetarians, other smelled totally...

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The cow waltzes around
The lamp post three times
MOOOO!
Cow’s milk
Mother’s milk
The milk of human kindness

Why weren’t you kind
To me mother?
Why were you cruel
To me father?

Why did you warp my soul?
The cow tangos around 
The lamp post four times
And weeps
12/22/21...

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Doobie Doobie Doobie Doobie Doobie Doobie Do.
You can’t get my goat, I am one of a few.
I’m mellow and fun-loving, and money don’t run me.
I had a nap all day yesterday ‘til a quarter until three.

Doobie Doobie Doobie Doobie Doobie Doobie Day.
I am a beatnik...

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Jazzy Cat was playing the beatnik cat blues.
He has lost so much, what else does he have to lose?
There were many comments, about his granny glasses’ hues.
Straight out of the sixties, he was yesterday’s news....

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jay is different than he has ever been
a  neatnik of course, and he is my twin.
whereas I am a beatnik, messy and thin.
he is a cleaner, a duster, no dirt on his chin.

I am slovenly, a messy hoarder, a collector, a slob.
my dungarees are...

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The cow waltzes around the lamp post three times

MOOOO!

Cow’s milk
Mother’s milk
The milk of human kindness

Why did you not love me mother?
Why did you demean me father?
Why does dusk’s fading aura not bid me good night?

The cow tangos around the lamp post four times

and weeps...

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Lee is a beatnik all right, the seventy year olds agreed
he was lying in the grass, playing bongos next to his weed
as chill as we had ever seen Maynard on Dobie Gillis too
We was singing a weird slow song, name I had no clue

what do...

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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 I was merely a bit player? 
A minor character in...

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