Section: «Poems»
Verse (ancient Greek ὁ στίχος — row, structure), a term in versification used in several meanings:
artistic speech organized by division into rhythmically commensurate segments; poetry in the narrow sense; in particular, it implies the properties of versification of a particular tradition ("antique verse", "Akhmatova's verse", etc.);
a line of poetic text organized according to a certain rhythmic pattern ("My uncle of the most honest rules").
Nebraska
April doesnt hurt hereLike it does in New EnglandThe groundVast and brownSurrounds dry townsLocated in the dustOf the coming locustLive for survival..
© Jack Kerouac
In Vain
The stars in the skyIn vainThe tragedy of HamletIn vainThe key in the lockIn vainThe sleeping motherIn vainThe lamp in the cornerIn vainThe lamp in..
© Jack Kerouac
How To Meditate
lights out-fall, hands a-clasped, into instantaneousecstasy like a shot of heroin or morphine,the gland inside of my brain dischargingthe good glad..
© Jack Kerouac
Hitchhiker
'Tryna get to sunny Californy' -Boom. It's the awful raincoatmaking me look like a selfdefeated self-murdering imaginary gangster, an idiot in a..
© Jack Kerouac
Daydreams For Ginsberg
I lie on my back at midnighthearing the marvelous strange chimeof the clocks, and know it's mid-night and in that instant the wholeworld swims into..
© Jack Kerouac
Bus East
Society has good intentions Bureaucracy is like a friend5 years ago - other furies other losses -America'strying to control the uncontrollable Forest..
© Jack Kerouac
Bowery Blues
The story of manMakes me sickInside, outside,I don't know whySomething so conditionalAnd all talkShould hurt me so.I am hurtI am scaredI want to..
© Jack Kerouac
4th Chorus Mexico City Blues
Roosevelt was worth 6, 7 million dollarsHe was TightFrog waitsTill poor flyFlies byAnd then they got himThe pool of clear rocksCovered with vegetable..
© Jack Kerouac
3rd Chorus Mexico City Blues
Describe fires in riverbottomsand, and the cooking;the cooking of hot dogsspitted in whittled sticksover flames of woodfirewith grease dropping in..
© Jack Kerouac
2nd Chorus Mexico City Blues
Man is not worried in the middleMan in the MiddleIs not WorriedHe knows his KarmaIs not buriedBut his Karma,Unknown to him,May end -Which is..
© Jack Kerouac
241st Chorus
And how sweet a story it isWhen you hear Charley Parkertell it,Either on records or at sessions,Or at offical bits in clubs,Shots in the arm for the..
© Jack Kerouac
211th Chorus
The wheel of the quivering meatconceptionTurns in the void expelling human beings,Pigs, turtles, frogs, insects, nits,Mice, lice, lizards, rats..
© Jack Kerouac
1st Chorus Mexico City Blues
Butte Magic of IgnoranceButte MagicIs the same as no-ButteAll one lightOld Rough RoadsOne High IronMainwayDenver is the same'The guy I was with his..
© Jack Kerouac
149th Chorus
I keep falling in lovewith my mother,I dont want to hurt her-Of all people to hurt.Every time I see hershe's grown olderBut her uniform alwaysamazes..
© Jack Kerouac
10th Chorus Mexico City Blues
The great hanging weak teat of Indiaon the mapThe Fingernail of MalayaThe Wall of ChinaThe Korea Ti-Pousse ThumbThe Salamander Japanthe Okinawa Moon..
© Jack Kerouac
To A Rhinoceros
Rhinoceros, your hide looks all undone,You do not take my fancy in the least:You have a horn where other brutes have none:Rhinoceros, you are an ugly..
© Hilaire Belloc
Time Cures All
It was my shame, and now it is my boast,That I have loved you rather more than most.
© Hilaire Belloc
The Yak
As a friend to the children commend me the Yak.You will find it exactly the thing:It will carry and fetch, you can ride on its back,Or lead it about..
© Hilaire Belloc
The World Is Full Of Double Beds
The world is full of double bedsAnd most delightful maidenheads,Which being so, there’s no excuseFor sodomy of self-abuse.
© Hilaire Belloc
The Whale
The Whale that wanders round the PoleIs not a table fish.You cannot bake or boil him wholeNor serve him in a dish;But you may cut his blubber upAnd..
© Hilaire Belloc
The Vulture
The Vulture eats between his meals,And that's the reason whyHe very, very, rarely feelsAs well as you and I.His eye is dull, his head is bald,His..
© Hilaire Belloc