1964 Poems - Poems about 1964

Baby Boomers 1946-1964

 
 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.

Mister of Montgomery 1964-1975

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

How I Spent Summer of 1964

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

Saturday Morning November 1964

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.

An Escape Rocket In 1964

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

Christmas 1964

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,

Christmas 1964

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

Saturday Night 1964

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

Our Family Vacation In 1964

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

If You Slept From 1964 To 2020

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

Deplaning of 1964

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

February 9, 1964

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

Canvey Island 1964

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.

Bar Code 1964

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

Kathy Collins

On the Way To a Doubleheader In 1964

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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