1969 Poems - Poems about 1969

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

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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...

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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...

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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...

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Like returning to a place in a dream: sound of one hand clapping: the mottled butterfly haphazardly flits into the welcoming Light of day....

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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...

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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 ...

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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...

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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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Inspired by the enormous lithograph (a feat in itself) by Robert Rauschenberg, entitled Sky Garden (Stoned Moon), 1969. The Stoned Moon series was created after a tour of NASA facilities and discussions of space travel at that time in history with the artist. The images very much show interconnectedness of nature, mankind, and scientific and technological...

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Yes, they told her they will induce our baby.It was the high blood pressure, it seems I skipped out of work early at twelve. The maternity unit was just up the road. She sat on a table, legs swinging over the edge. ‘That’s it, no more after this one’. She looked shattered, as if she’d run a marathon. I peeked at our new arrival, she was fine.I left my lunch break, you see. She...

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I am John F. Kennedy as President. I am a civil right activist 100 percent. I am Woodstock rock n Roll festival. I am the first man on the moon Unforgettable. I am Andy Warhol 15 minutes Of fame. I...

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“My Cousin Joan’s going to let Danny stay with her in Toronto, Honey.” “Toronto? What the holy hell are you talkin’ about, June? Danny’s just finished college. He’s not going anywhere. What--he’s a draft dodger now?" “It’s all arranged, Sam. Our son’s going to be drafted. He’ll be sent to Viet...

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I’m riding shotgun in her car as we drive through the night neath Neil Armstrong’s moon radio plays that Animal’s song but San Francisco's almost as far from this humid Oklahoma night as Neil Armstrong’s cold moon yet maybe I’ll get past second base tonight....

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California Dreamin… Momma Told Me Not To Come By The Time I Get To Phoenix Will Anybody Really Know What Time Has Spun Hotel California… Its Chain Gang wearing thin Searching for an American Woman Blowin In The Wind Bill Bojangles Robinson… preaching Fire And Rain New York’s A Lonely Lonely Town dragging Ball And Chain Summertime Blues and Porgy’s drowning… Riders On The Storm Layla kisses Judy Blue...

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