1965 Poems

Newport 1965

Newport 1965
(Or Dylan Goes Electric)

This was the dream concert
folk was at its peak
Pete Seeger, Joan Baez,
Odetta, Peter, Paul and Mary
Bill Monroe, Johnny Cash,
Gordon Lightfoot, Ian and Sylvia
But the prize, the dream was
to see Dylan play Blowin’ In the Wind
acoustically.
The folkie purists were shocked,
the dream had died.
Dylan played Maggie’s Farm with an
electric guitar and their world

Ode to Charlie Brown's Christmas

Our picture frame window
Is garlanded with evergreen limbs
Twined in white twinkling lights pinecones and fairy bells
And outside
From the dinner time dark that is a week before Christmas
Santa waves

Lit up like a little lantern

The hope for snow
Anymore
Any year
Has become as nostalgic as Perry Como
Singing from the static of AM radio

Golden retriever
Snuggles to my left
An arm rest

Our

The Beatles 'Rubber Soul' - 1965

   The Beatles, song stylists
     so far ahead of their time

   Their music, to harmony
     what poetry is to rhyme

Gen X 1965-1980

   Gen X or the
MTV generation.
   See a big growth in the
 Dept. of education.

   A generation of latchkey 
Kids home alone.
   Rocky hits the box office,
With Sylvester Stallone.

   New music with attitude,
The intro to Punk Rock.
   Women working,
 punching a time clock.

Teen Magazine 1965

teen magazine was popular in 1965 when I was thirteen
mom had Better Homes and Garden, Redbook and Women’s Day.
it was only right that my identical twin and I would have Teen.
mom’s magazines were about housekeeping; ours were about fashion.

we all wanted to grow up and become Sally Field or Tina Turner.
the Beatles shocked our parents

Going To See Honey Sanchez

Anti-Poem— “Going To See Honey Sanchez”

gloria and me we take a yellow taxi from canoga park
we go to see honey sanchez at the olympic on grand
she be the dragon lady on skates she and terri lynch
both of them girls be tough as nails in their ripe beauty
both wearing thunderbird white riding fire and blood 
lighting

Christmas of 1965

each conifer branch
bright with strands of silver blink -
white christmas crooning

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Hermans Hermits 1965

I’m Henry the Eighth I am
Henry the Eighth I am I am!
I remember singing this 
At the top of my lungs
at church camp when I was twelve
Thank you Herman’s Hermits

My camp mate, Clarisse had introduced me 
To Peter Noone, and the other Hermits.
Herman’s Hermits they called themselves
I had no idea how I survived without 
knowing

Piccadilly Line - 1965

Down where the sun never shows
the wind never blows
the rain never goes, 
where patent air pumped clean and fresh
slowly circulates.

In the blue-green neon light
a lone Jamaican, sad for the sun, 
swish-swishes with a bristle-tufted broom
down the long bright corridors of tiles.

Gone are Betjeman's bronze electroliers, 
gone like the trolleybus and EMBANKMENT tram; 
gone are the

Red, 1965

He entered the dark house 
	through the unlocked kitchen door, 
	his house until the separation,
	found his way 
	down the dark hallway 
	to the bedroom,  
	hid in the closet, 
	the door slightly open to 
	a clear view of the room 
	in the half-light of a full moon. 
	Sweaty clothes piled
	on the closet floor	
	didn’t matter; 
	he

1965 Ford Falcon

In high school, I had a Falcon made by Ford.
That was just about all that we could afford.
It was from the fleet of Ma Bell.
They drove it a lot, I could tell.
Graduating high school, it was my reward.

It came from the year of 1965.
That was before many of us were alive.
Transmission was a three speed

Bob Dylan Newport Folk Festival 1965

Newport Folk Festival 1965.

 Behind the mirror is where we all
Tend to lurk,
Suffering through the pain of glass.

No one likes change,
Sometimes it is almost viewed as a sin.
Then you are punished
For attaining a higher majesty,
An alliance nearly gone.

But the times they were a changing
Folk had to realise,
A new power was being born
The climate just right

For Dixie A. Miller 1965-1999

The headline screamed, or so it seemed,
to those who had known her well.
Said:  Killer's Confession Solves Case
(from eleven years ago).
The headline shrieked so now at last
we would know all the horror
of how she was strangled
when they were both drunk
and high on something evil
when he stuffed her body in a log.
Today, his conscience broke down.

She

1965

1965


Yes, I'm the last baby boomer
too young for Woodstock, Kennedy
too old now to pretend
But I am the People
I'm this generation
freedom has been my friend
Call me niave, I still believe
we are all our beautiful color
our sister, father, brother
We are all Eve

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