1967 Poems - Poems about 1967

Trina Donaldson Bell March 13th 1967 car bomber

Domestic Terrorists 
corrupt officers 
Mc kissick niece
attacking innocent 
persons stop sending 
Terrorists threats fraud 
waste scum bullying 
terrorizing blowing up 
vehicles seated with the 
arson murderer of 
nine persons Ciro Gargano 
actually blew up my skull 
with a car bomb because I 
wore wires pregnant for 
the FBI buying weapons 
and drugs from junk sick

gang leader born 3-13-1967

The humor of it all 
I shan't fall 
my stalker catrina bell 
my identity 
thief born 3-13-1967 
you can't be me 
I'm born in 1963 
terror rage from page 
to page live your own life 
live your own age 
brutal attacks 
upon my space 
love yourself 
love your own face 
fredlocks made his choice 
it

1967

Swallowing
lightning
Teasing 
the bear
Dharmic
illusions
Circling
a square

Trapping
a rainbow
Embracing
the clowns
Rewriting
language
Up
getting down

Stripping
the moment
Wishes
that fly
Summer
of love
Timeless
 goodbyes 

Alice 
returning
Virtuous
sin
Lost
in the rhythms 
Buried 
—within


(The New Room: September, 2023)

Made In Usa

I am a sports car
round and sheik
I flash my headlights for him to see
I'm a caramel classic on new black streets
67 model cushiony satin seats

I'm not bragging that's not my style
Reveal my grill is to steal his smile
I've got speed still and make him proud
Not too many dents not too many miles

I was manufactured by

Las Vegas 1967

Las Vegas 1967
Harrah’s, free drinks
Circus Circus, bring the kids
Frontier, win a Chevy

Golden Nugget, best slots
Flamingo Capri, Elvis impersonator
Caesar’s Palace, world’s best buffet

Tropicana, win big
Sahara, all day breakfast
Dunes, best shrimp cocktail thirty cents
Golden Nugget, live girls
I would certainly hope so.

Cancer Circa 1967

CANCER circa 1967

It ate away at compassion
chewed ragged the edges of love
hard breath drawn through clenched teeth
fighting the whisper
denying the thought
                                  

Do Not Notice the Screen

Do not notice the meteorite in the screen next to the tunnel they said.
If you disobey this law, this is the sixties, so we could shoot you dead.
We got into our black and white cars, and drove to and from work.
Doing our duty, because back in the day, nobody dared shirk.

Daily I drove my co-worker

1967 Iowa State Fair

jalapeno peppers
parading their truth proudly
making the fried tortilla laugh

oranges and the brightest azure blues
the sizzle of a skillet
my mouth salivates

strumming of a banjo
bluegrass music and cotton candy
my food hot against its cardboard sleeve

glitzy pink neon lights
smell of hot popcorn
laughter from all over the midway

Iowa state fair magic
carnival barkers screaming for my attention
fireworks will start in

Class Of '68

I remember 
so well 
the friends 
that I made
when childhood 
was wrapped 
in blue sky

but I cannot
remember 
the last time 
we played
 - and whether 
we all said 
goodbye.

A Day In 1967

It was a windy day 
My kite was practically blowing away
But I was in a good mood
Because a bologna sandwich is my kind of food

Grandma skipped the mustard, put mayo on mine
Because she knows me, and she is really quite fine.
My cousins were with me, but they gave me some space
‘Cause I had Bruto with

Ames-1967

The country was turbulent on TV,
but not in Iowa

The ‘Times Were A Changing’ for most to see,
but not in Iowa

There was more to sound than snippets or bites,
back then in Iowa

Each voice was heard when spoken and free,
back then in Iowa

The kindling burned in most other states,
but not in Iowa

Ideals were being traded, their price

Love In 1967

her heart was shanghaied
captured on a sunny beach
with waves lapping happily
in a nineteen sixty-seven day

Beach Boys were singing
From a portable transistor
wind carried happy laughter
he had flecks of gold in his eyes

They were in love
So she let him 
put lotion on her back
A brave move for these times

Yesterday's Nonsense

Yesterday's Nonsense

I don't like animal crackers Dewey,
I'd rather have eggs and Ham.
I've never liked animal crackers Dewey,
You know what a fiend I am.

Fix me a sandwich Dewey,
With an intellectual swing
Give me a soda Dewey,
Make me laugh and sing.

I don't like animal crackers Dewey,
That's all you want to eat.
All that is good is not pretty,
And all

Viet Nam - 1967

Watching the lushness pass below me
Rivers lazy, paddies verdant
Crater ringlets there to show me
Wanton murder too often fervent
  
Young men dying, futures slaughtered
An idiotic, absurd endeavor
Unborn sons and unborn daughters
Our loss, their loss, gone forever

Who remembers, who considers
Those whose dreams that ended there?
Souls for sale to highest bidders
My soul, their souls, shared despair 

Time

Sinai Campaign, 1967

Sinai Campaign, 1967

“Operation Focus” sees Israeli jets streaking, 1
Attacking Arab fighter jets and air force bases, 2
Thus attaining dominance over Middle Eastern skies,
While IDF ground divisions launch into action. 3

Israeli tanks (Pattons, Shermans, and Centurions)
Blitzkrieg Arab defensive installations, 4
Cloud sands bellow in their wake as commanders unfurl
Magen David (the Star of David) above the turrets.

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