what i want to know is , can you write me a beat poem?

Question

I know the beats their my favorites, I thought it would be cool if someone out there could write me a poem , with the beats in mind.

Answer 1

Beat.
got no money, got no home
got nowhere I got to be
but right here, right now,
with this sweet wine, red love,
slow night, fast words,
slow kiss, fast hands
Benzedrine
and the cool breeze from the box car,
the cool cat from last night,
the last knight of the eternal order of jazz,
(jazz my body until it's in my blood,
jazz, my blood, and my happy sad heart,)
scatting the beat of my soul.

beat my soul down into the elements of music
the mad notes, high swings, low blows
until waking up the next morning
in the cold hollow hand of an empty hangover
and the drumming in my head hasn't stopped...

beat my mind down until
there's nothing left but these words.
And the music behind them still
beats.



Dude, I think you should re-post this, I really want to hear what people come up with. What about you? Why don't you post a poem in answer to your own question?

Answer 2

It's ghastly. It's been
going on for some time.
Sitting still for over a year, motionless
stiff as a log. No speech
No thought. What's going on?
Faron's teacher is not responding.

But he finally gets up and climbs to the top
of the fancy temple roof. Faron follows him.
First words uttered: "JUMP!"
Faron jumps to the ground.
And, broken, lays there in terrible pain.
Great Disciple.
His teacher heals him instantly saying:
"You really deserved this, you clay pot!
Thinking there is an I inside that body
All birth and death and the stages in between
Must be resolved into the Radiant Light
of emptiness."




And goes back to his silent sitting.

Answer 3

Beat it

Beet red
Almost dead
Running slower now
Over hills
Seeking thrills
Barking dog’s bow wow
Gun shot
I forgot
This was not the place
Gotta run
Get my gun
Someone saw my face
Kill me
Chill me
Put me up on ice
Hurry me
Bury me
Shoot me more than twice
Stupid thing
Bullet sting
What was in my head
Gotta fly
Please don’t cry
Tell momma that I’m dead


Kevin Sorbello