1962 Poems - Poems about 1962

luxurious hotel lobby in 1962

New Orleans’ 1962 ostentatious hotel lobby
extravagant crystal fluted chandeliers
highly polished walnut counter tops
opulent Italian marble floors
plush scarlet velvet cushioned couches
swankly brass and glass décor
luxury never seen after nineteen sixty-two

Best Halloween For Me In 1962

best Halloween was in 1962
I was a fairy with silver tinseled wings
felt angelic in virginal white shiny gown
aluminum foil wand looked fancy
I felt pretty maybe for the first time
be a lady my mother said
but two boys tried to take my candy basket
I clunked them both over the head with it
mothers called my mother
I dreaded hearing

Berlin, September 1962

Berlin, City of Espionage;
split by a wall, divided into four
only approached from the west
by road, rail, and air corridor.
Still carrying traces of the Berlin
of Isherwood’s thirties days
so very cosmopolitan still
with its big Capital City ways.

A certain grand style and 
a sort of debauched air
contrasts of the strip clubs with
the Eternal Flame burning there,
not to be

1962 Christmas Surprise

too-da-loo Christmas
two kids in tow Buffalo
grandpa won’t be there
left the gifts in Poughkeepsie
where faerie lights will not glow

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A Day At the Beach-1962

As we sit in the car
my sister, mother, father, and me
steam rises off our rain-sodden clothes
and the air fills with the smell 
of damp coats and wet sheep.
I 'spect;
I'll never smell sheep
wet or dry.
Or see one; other than as we pass by;
from the window of our shiny red car.
"They look just like clouds," I say
"Silly

Iowa State Fair 1962

listening to the water in the water mill
brings the Iowa State Fair into my mind
We had a water mill ride
In the sixties it was something
We would wait all day for a chance
to get sprinkled with water

funnel cakes were not invented yet
back in the day
but we had lizards on a stick
live ones.
you had the option to

Protected Back In 1962

Pete and I were gob smacked by these saviors in October of sixty-two.
Women in our apartment swiftly efficiently measured our heads too.
We both wanted to know why, but back in the sixties, kids did not ask.
The women were gluing and shaping with vigor, an arduous task

Kids were sent to our kitchen to get their heads

1962 Sky Trains

Nineteen sixty two sky trains,
You bring Seattle’s world’s fair to her senses
I stare in fascination at your fresh clean streamlined windows
Shining down at me with a smile, enhancing your gleaming aluminum runners.
I could never ride in one, says my sister.

I am thinking girls need to be engineers, because now I have a new goal.
I want

Best Memory of 1962

When my twin sister and I were ten, we built snow forts.
It took us most of the day, and we were excited about it.
We came in for a break and ate grilled cheese and tomato soup.
Our cheeks were all pink, and we were laughing.

Our mother suggested we should stay inside the rest of the day.
No

Big Freeze Winter 1962-63 England

 School was out for annual Christmas break
Ice and snow hung around many a week
A friend and I did what one should not do
Went onto a frozen canal to skate
Some lads we knew were giving us some cheek
Boohoo
One lad pinched my friends hat from off her head
Chased him I did, what came next haunts me

Norma Jeane 1926-1962

Courage is a quality that describes well this star who fought an uphill battle since childhood when abandoned by a mother suffering from mental issues, and later having to overcome sexual abuse in several foster homes - then trying to build a career for herself while trapped in an era where sexy women weren't taken

Summer 1962 'The Time of His Life'

A twelve year old boy  
  stands covered in ‘mud’

What the plasterers call
  cement

His Grandfather came
  and offered a job
  
For each hour,
  he’d pay fifty cents

The buckets were heavy,
  the scaffolding high

As he kept those mortar boards
  full

And at the end of that summer,
  more

Caseworker, 1962

In 1962, I was a caseworker, not a social worker, in the Cabrini-Green Housing Project in Chicago. In that era, the difference between a caseworker and a social worker was simple. A social worker had a degree or two in social work and was qualified to work with the poor. A caseworker usually had a

Mattar Road 1962

Old ways have a way to replay
Scenes from forgotten melodies;
Those stray feelings that recall stay
Upon the whim of plain fancy.


See how my years have flown away,
Clinging to my journey story;
I barely recall yesterday,
How strange these fading memories?


Dangling strands of cacophony,
Old Mattar Road that paved my stay;
Stray echoes now pestering me,
Those faded faces gone away.


By that

Raising of the Flag, 1962

Proud I am children, proud for sure, proud of day and proud of night
I can finally turn the key in my own door
No latent echoes filled with omnious warnings
Measuring out my freedom in abbreviated noons
And uncoiling mornings with elastic circuit of the sun
I can plant my own ten acres of banana more
Beach my own canoe

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