1968 Poems - Poems about 1968

I wonder why everybody felt the need, to express their opinions so openly, about this man who had the misfortune to die. I watched them slowly strolling past the casket, like they were shopping for fruit at the market, I wondered why some of them felt the need to cry.. There were a few folks braver than the rest, who touched his...

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August 28, 1968 A New Birth Miracle Man 8-25-2023 I saw odds stacked against me, and no place to turn, I sought the face of one that I’d given little concern. I put my trust in Jesus and with great faith believed, I was amazed at what my Heavenly Father achieved. The recent prognosis that had my body once bound, In an...

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Special Needs Education Policy 1968 The session paper 5 of 1968, a turning point so grand, A moment in history that improved the lives of many, a stand. For special needs education in Kenya, it paved the way, A brighter future for all, where everyone could learn and play. Gone were the days, where children with special needs, Were left behind,...

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It was a year of revolutions Worldwide, quiet little fights Wanting more from democracy? Fighting for Civil Rights.? From Hull three trawlers sank February, fifty eight lives lost, Adding to that 10 thousand Deep sea fishing would finally cost. They called them Headscarf Heroes Big Lil lead the housewives, the few Who stood and fought for More safety for the crews. They marched on Downing Street In...

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1968, the only year Since the Great War, Supposed to ensure We would fight no more, No combat deaths Of any serving Brit. A sobering fact. But do enough know it?...

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Not a stir of air, not a movement of grass or bush, This night is as still as the death that stalks the unsuspecting. That creeper of the shadows, the face that only takes on features ...

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Sickening sweet smell of marijuana A young guy with a super grin playing bongos I had never seen that in real life, just on Dobie Gillis. Come on up! My free-minded cousin said. There were beds, but they were occupied. I did not know people sleep during the day. Being from the Midwest, this was all new Are these your roommates? I...

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August 28, 1968 Haiku: by Tom Cancer was the match that set my fields on fire. Then came God’s healing. ...

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I David Frost in the month of September Before the US opening in October (Not live, except Paul sang live throughout; But the mixed fans will thrill; even a turbaned Sikh) So if you fell weighed down today in 2020 Go back in time; thanks to YouTube: "Make it better!" II Please SEARCH this video from those glorious Beatles' archives Feel the PEACE &...

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Through The Valley Page 187 From reality, now only a memory Pfc. Tony May crawled over to Zbozien to give him some protection when the first smoke rounds struck between the line of hootches and NVA positions. He and the other men in the 3rd Platoon were asking whether they would survive the day when Fritz...

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Remembering August 28, 1968 Written: by Miracle Man 10-07-2019 I prayed that day to feel God’s touch, I asked no more, just that much, Prayer was answered from above, With tear filled eyes I felt His love. But what did I, a lost man, have to give, I vowed my heart for as long as I live. Since that day we’ve not been...

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Circa February 28th, 1968 - The Former Leiper Estate Soon after our family settled into the sprawling estate named "Glen Elm" approximate half century old from date mentioned in title, said treasure rosy Gypsy foretold fate Harriet Harris, (daughter of Antebellum Rebecca great Kuritsky - Brooklyn transplanted Southern Belle), create head "FAKE" story, whereby former did absquatulate with jack of all trades (Boyce Brandon Harris) too late above named ramshackle mansion,...

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August 28th 1968* Written: by Tom Wright 3/20/2014 Without joy I faced a mountainous rise, A pale rider had entry into my day. Sitting astride, the specter of my demise, No longer, my concerns, could I allay. But from uplifted prayer, an answer, Descended not as an eminent surprise; I was jolted by news that it was cancer By the Holy Spirit, God did baptize. Straightaway...

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A turning point with advantage of 20/20 hindsight identifies severe dislocation birthing emotional plight intervening years since psyche wrenched by rather innocuous event at first sight exaggerated haunting shadows sparred illuminated by dim backlight, now conviction hammered home startdate coffin unwittingly nailed airtight death of spontaneous bright eyed bushy tailed spunkiness extinguished gored me lifeless, asper bloodless bullfight all entrails left intact, and no obvious insight fledgling, negligible, tentative... flickering soon snuffed...

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November 1968: The Hunted Got divorced couple years ago, second time At first, I mirror myself as a low-life loser Jack without Jill, McGee without Molly Ossie without Harriot, Adam absent Eve No fourth finger, gold band of respectability Instead wagging digits of family and friends Then discover a stimulating, singles society Connect at cocktail lounges and corner bars dating services, social...

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