Wish

Wish

I want to join the Beats

feel the momentum

write long discriminate poems

about wars

and free love

Woodstock

Christ walking among us

sitting with Emily at the bus stop

getting to know her

convincing her he is quite real

as belief grows

for a cause

I want to join the Beats

write poems that make purists

cringe

for they must have structure

and we are demolishing

what they built

I want to write a book

and ask Ferlinghetti

to publish it with City Lights

have beatniks walk by the store

and see it displayed in the window

I want to walk down the street in protest

of anything available for the cause

jot lines down on my pad

like an artist's sketch book

I want to be revered for writing something

that really matters

formless

homeless

affording only pen, pad and heart

I dream.

erin-cilberto

7/6/23

Reviews

[Cherrie Palmer]

It does seem great poetry is found in a empty bucket 🪣 containing only hope.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Yes, only hope.
thank you, Cherrie,
j.

[Lathen Griffiths]

Keep dreaming my friend because you have the sort of language of dreams and poetry that inspires others to reach and learn to dream also.

Hope you are keeping well jacob

Lathe

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you, Lathe,
that is encouraging to hear.
j.

[Fran Marie]

you reminisce about the bygone
years when life was just a little bit
kinder..when one could be freer
in a more sane world than we have
today with PC ..you more than
surpassed your wishes with your
pen and pad, I'm lovin' every word
you wrote my friend..well done

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your kind words, Fran Marie,
j.

[Betty Hermelee]

I think perhaps you wish to be a non-conformist J..... or reverse and go back to Woodstock where no one cared how you dressed, what you smoked, what your faith was, if any.... and to be free to write, sing, dance have political views where you didn't get harassed or even killed for; protest anything where people didn't threaten you....that, I'm afraid, are the days gone by....
Warmly, B
PS none of my poem have structure!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Yes, Betty, those days are long gone.
Thank you for your insights...
j.

[Betty Hermelee]

Forever it seems! You’re very welcome J
Warmly, B.

[W. Barrett Munn]

Masterful delve into the desires of old relics like us, Jacob. I think it must be the era that did it, when whatever hold our imaginary understanding of what it meant to be American was shredded by by Vietnam and Selma and Chicago and Kennedy and Kennedy and Martin and Watergate and Peace with honor until we all wanted to gag.
We did not want to be part of whatever that was, but some did. The rift still lives; I suppose it always has.

Winston

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Not part of the bad stuff...but we were, along with what was idealistically a hope that died.
thank you, Winston,
j.

[Chris Shaw]

Hold on to your dreams and never let go.
Keep that wish list close to your heart.

I want to be revered for writing something that really matters

Your readers would tell you, you have already achieved that.

pen pad and heart - that is so you

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

so me....haha
thank you, my friend,
j.