1969 Poems

Teen Magazine 1969

teen magazine came out in the late sixties
my mother bought it for my sister and I
every cover featured a blonde girl with blue eyes
she looked l like she surfed in California

Inside there were ads, ads, ads, ads, ads and ads.
It was a slick magazine with lots of glossy pages.
the items they sold looked enticing and

V TERRORIST THREATS MONTIFIORE BAD BOYS HOMES ROOSEVELT ROAD CHICAGO 1969

1969 WAS A HORRID TIME IN CHICAGO MARTIN LUTHER KING WAS KILLED CHURCHES LOOTING CHICAGO WAS LITERALLY BURNING DOWN ESPECIALLY THE WEST SIDE GANGS CONTROLLING THE STREETS SINCE JEFF FORT LOST THE GOVERMENT FUNDING FOR CITY YOUTH PROGRAMS BECAUSE HE WAS FUNDING THE GANGS BLACK SOULS SO YES BETWEEN HIM LARRY HOOVER BLACK PANTHERS CIVIL

PTSD FAMILY 101 AIRBORNE SREAMING EAGLES LANDS 2337 MONROE FRED HAMPTONS BREAKFAST PROGRAM 1969

THE SHEER FINDINGS OF A FAMILY SUFFERING WITH MENTAL ILLNESS YOU TRY AND FOCUS MOSTKY ON YOUR TRIGGERS FIR ME ITS WEARING WIRES PREGNANT FOR THE FBI BUYING WEAPONS AND DRUGS FROM JUNK SICK COPS SELLING DRUGS WITH MY ABUSIVE EX HUSBAND TODAY MY.MILITARY FAMILY CONTINUES TO COPE PTSD ON JOHN MCCAIN LEVEL ONE OF

June 27th, 1969

A Friday,
a plane crash,
a phone call,
all it took
for your whole world to shatter.

You never got to tell them
how you’d follow in his footsteps
in his wing span
You never got to tell him
that you only wished to follow
in that Cessna Skylane

one three-pronged tragedy
became the axis
around which the rest of your stories
would turn
one sorrowful night 
changed who you

Judy Garland 1922-1969

Thought I heard a bluebird sing
somewhere over the rainbow
I was wrong 'twas but a song
playing away there on the radio
bought a garland and some gum
for Frances the girl next door
sadly due to a bad accident in London
the unfortunate lady is here no more
studio moguls and public pressures
to their shame were to blame no doubt
but the

1969 MY FIRST FIELD TRIP ABRAHAM LINCOLNS HOME SPRINGFIELD ILLINOIS

1969 MY FIRST GRADE FIELD TRIP TO ABRAHAM LINCOLN HOME SPRINGFIELD ILLINOIS TOMB MY FIRST GRADE CLASS CHIOR WAS INVITED TO SING CIVIL RIGHTS HYMNS MARIAN ANDERSEN HYMNS SOMETIMES I FEEL LIKE A MOTHERLESS CHILD THIS WAS AFTER MARTIN LUTHER KING ASSASSINATION SADLY MY IMPOSTER JAY TOWNSEND JOHNSON HENRY MY STALKER MY IDENTITY ATTEMPTED TO

July 1969

July 20,1969
Kennedy’s promise was fulfilled
the Eagle landed

March 1969 my first grade class was the only class honored to attend Abraham Lincoln Home

No fear of threats from vicious 
Peter Gargano knights of kkk 
Threatening my life for attending 
that 1969 Civil rights field trip
my father Civil rights advocates 
political leaders gather 
as we awaited the trial 
way buses to board 
my first grade class 
was the only class 
honoured to attend 
because excellent 
grades and we were

Jerusalem 1969

Resting on a bench
outside the old city wall
I heard a tapping.
A blind man was approaching.
As he felt his way
he would tap my legs,
so I said hello. 
He sat beside me
and asked who I was.
I spoke no Hebrew,
Shlomo hardly any English.
He tried German and Spanish.
A little French we had in common.
Lonely I guess,
he asked me 
back

1969 Abraham Lincoln Tomb Springfield Illinois

My first grade field trip begin Joseph Medill school of journalism Chicago my first grade class sang African American spiritual hymns performing at the Schubert theater the museum of science and industry the museum of natural arts Du Sable museum finally the freedom riders arrived several trailway buses to take my first grade class to

Woodstock 1969 revisted

Like returning to a place in a dream:

sound of one hand clapping:

the mottled butterfly haphazardly flits

into the welcoming Light of day.

July 21st, 1969

July 21st, 1969 / No Need to Play
It was 9:56 AM as I sat in the living room with my eyes glued to the television, and heard Neal Armstrong proclaim to the universe, “That’s one small step for man, one giant leap for mankind.” For a twelve-year old’s imagination, hopes and dreams, this was not

Too Stoned to Care, circa 1969

   Too stoned to care
     wild eyes and hair
   My friend and I dare
     to order four pizzas

   Where are your friends
     the manager inquired
   Oh, they’ll be here in a bit
   

The Dead Won't Let Me Sleep

Dreams of tropical beaches
The dead won't let me sleep
Money got me always on my feet
A certain gift a contempt behind closed doors
The sweetness of life illusions spelled out in a dream
The dead won't let me weep
Never ashamed but rather in awe
Some kind of wonder that deulification 
To match your hypnotic blame
Just you be certain
I become

Matthew Perry, American Series Friends 1969 2023

Matthew Perry, American series. »Friends » 1969 2023

Bye, Bye, Chandler Bing,
You were the good friend,
Always ready to make you laugh,
You were Monica’s friend,
In the American series «Friends»
You will never grow old,
Your departure is so sudden,
It feels like a comedy, 
Bye, Bye, Matthew Perry,
Your life was a fairy tale,
If we want to smile again,
Just think of

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