1965 Poems - Poems about 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...

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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...

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The Beatles, song stylists so far ahead of their time Their music, to harmony what poetry is to rhyme...

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this is by my hand a mark made, a soul's expression the temptation is to make too many but there's beauty in less machines can print copy after copy but where does that leave me come to me,...

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Eyes and mind work in tandem To make sense of confusion Inaccuracies become compelling You do not wish to see it any other way For you are the first eye witness Your account is key "Confirmation bias" your exotic perfume Or so I hear Fill in the blanks Interspersed with solid truth Join the dots To paint a picture It doesn't look right But it feels right Oh occultations...

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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. ...

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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...

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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...

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each conifer branch bright with strands of silver blink - white christmas crooning 11/18/2021 HMS...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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