1964 Poems - Poems about 1964

The first K-mart opens its door. Into space we start to explore. Motown Records is born, It's from the soul. We have new music, It's called Rock n Roll. For luck we carried A rabbit's foot. We kept phone numbers in a phone book. ...

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"I carry your heart with me(I carry it in my heart)I am never without it" Quote _ by...

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The summer of 1964 I spend in a tree with cats Reading Trixie Belden and Nancy Drew Discovering Agatha Christie While I spy on the neighbors Mr. and Mrs. Dellabetta are in their nineties. Their voices are raised, they argue in Italian. We do not understand the words, but we get the inflections. I keep my face down on my...

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Saturday Morning November 1964 My twin and I have a TV Guide in front of us We are thrilled because we got a colored TV set yesterday. In the TV Guide there is a peacock by the shows that are in color. This will be the first time we have ever seen Under Dog in color! We watch the clock....

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Fine November evening in 1964, when rocket ships were in vogue. This one was no different, except it had been built by my family As an escape device, in case the Cold War became a hot one. We were afraid of Russia, of course. And the atom bomb. A dragon sky of many hues winked in the distance; She was...

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There was a small glow by the fire, But the real glow was on the face of our son. Sincere about his wait, he put his chair next to the chimney Don’t forget your pup, Daddy said, throwing him Poindexter. It was a simpler time. I smile as I look at that photo. 1964, when life was a joy,...

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Nineteen sixties silver modern Christmas tree, All ours in the throes of 1964. Mirth abounds, no bogeyman or Simon Legree. A time of sweet innocence for me Fearing nothing as I walk out my front door, Nineteen sixties silver modern Christmas tree, At twelve I feel loved by neighbors that I see. Believing compassion is in their hearts galore. Mirth abounds, no bogeyman...

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1964, Saturday night, 7 p.m. Mom has prepared meatloaf, scalloped corn and baked potatoes. We are okay with this, sitting behind our TV trays In the living room, waiting for Lawrence Welk to come on Surrounded by wallpaper of giant green philodendron vines. We are impatiently waiting for our favorite TV show. So we can see the fabulous Lennon Sisters. We...

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We were thrown in the back of a pick-up truck camper in 1964, My twin sister, my brother, and me. We were all fighting age. There was a mattress, comic books, three pillows, and an ice chest. We were told if we got into the ice chest we would be sorry, so we didn’t. Mommy and Daddy sat in...

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People have learned it is okay to be themselves They no longer have to follow their parents or any dogma They can make up their own religion, and no one cares. People watch television twenty-four hours a day now. Children can be disrespectful to their parents, And it is normal. No one says anything until they get So out of...

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DEPLANING OF 1964 enigmatic, four souls rocking voices, idol haircuts, a drum, guitars and a smile… fainting, waving, heads bobbing, despairing boyfriends and parents seems like, yesterday I wanna hold your hand- edness got out of hand, helter-skelter in view 7/7/2019...

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Between performers we did know (Remember Topo Gigio?) Ed Sullivan would introduce New acts and sometimes he’d let loose A revolution from his stage For viewers of a certain age. I was among those teens that night Who watched and screamed in pure delight When John, Paul, George and Ringo played The sweetest music ever made (At least to us, for rock and roll Tapped into...

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the Thames estuary; a flock of caravans and a low sun that narrows my eyes, a seawind strong, that pulls my kite over the water....

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See you later mom meeting him at "Mass" tonight bar code used to be. Kathy Collins...

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Turn that radio off. I don’t want to hear anymore. All they play is music from that Liverpool Fab Four. Those four English guys are polluting the airwaves. Somehow, their music is what my girlfriend craves. These bums look strange with that disgusting long hair. They drive the girls batty, but I don’t seem to care. Anyway, let’s get going....

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