1970 Poems - Poems about 1970

B-52: a city on its own. You mess with us, we’ve got technology. I loved it when we flew into the zone: as Ernie said, “We’ll kill ’em till they’re free.” My job? To watch the black cascade of death and myriad explosions in the woods: Louisiana lilt – “You hold your breath,” that’s Ernie’s voice – “delivering the goods!” The pretty...

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May 4, 1970 shots rang out tin soldiers and Nixon’s coming four dead in Ohio ...

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It was the year of `Spirit in the Sky.’ I kept your picture, Irene. Norman Greenbaum has his own webpage now, imagine that? Your grainy wedding photograph (cut at the time from a local newspaper), has emerged again as a yellow submarine. Your rainbow stockings still fly from that long-abandoned vessel, now all we need is to peer together from the same periscope. ...

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LAST YEAR OF HIGH SCHOOL As I was finishing my senior year in high school I knew I wanted out. I wasn’t going to college. No desire or grades. I was 18 after all, almost 19 Everyone asked, “what do you want to do with your life?” I had no idea. Not a clue. But I did know. I wanted...

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Standing in front of this enormous masterpiece, Seeing his life story as the layers release. I wasn’t warned to expect a wonder so rare. I guess I expected a melting clock here or there. Venus di Milo inspired his hallucinating toreador. Dali features her likeness fourteen times or more. Three of the statuesque figures are full life size. The painting is over...

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Some of you, will in memory, may fondly recall. Enchanting, colored dance floors, you all had a ball! When women still wore stunning, gorgeous dresses, Unafraid to wear makeup, and sport long, shiny tresses. No, you were not vaping or drugging it up, to be cool. You did not want to be a stoner or be the town fool, Youeven...

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There ain’t no two ways about it man, it just has to be because of you. Before you came along we could do, about anything we wanted to. Man, life was great, life was great, before, you came along and ruined it all. There’s Haight-Ashbury’s summer of love, Newport, Altamont, and Monterey. And then we hit the road to...

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I am Farrah Fawcett, Poster on the wall. I am a rotary phone, When I made a call. I am, Boss, it’s the plane, The plane. I am Pablo Escobar, And his cocaine. I am Queen with Freddy Mercury Live. I am the Bee Gees, Talking...

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We all had homemade dresses for prom; well, nearly all of us. This was back in 1970 while black and white Viet Nam War photos were on TV Every night, we saw such sadness. Prom was a reminder of childhood. Back to the Bibbity Bobbity Boo of Cinderella. We girls were wearing empire waist dresses. It was the style, little bows...

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Orange paisley in the seventies prancing in my mind Twisted up with lemons and avocados, fruit colors Also shown in mushroom canister sets and Tupperware On equal footing stark straight black and white stripes Proving we are in a new age with additional freedom I thought it was the most modern we would ever be Not realizing we would eventually have...

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!Promenade Dancing fairies drinking lemonade Festive Promena Party Hardy People dancing Groups of genders embracing Passing machine Dancing Queen Boogie on Dance on Right on! Right on!...

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What is your sign? People held stock in astrological birth signs in the 80’s. Old-fashioned and way overdone now, but if you are a voracious reader, you might realize that there is a little something to it. The books always nail me in the missives about astrological signs. However, when I read other birth signs, they also seem to apply to me. I...

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Attributed To Concerned parents of Traumatized Refugee Dear Fred and Mary Anne MacLeod Trump... Posthumous belated tattered letter fragment recently discovered (liberally sprinkled with hyperbole (presumed for greater audacious zealousness), sans accidentally acquired by yours truly. Miscellaneous personal item highly valued when thwarted from auctioneer, whose gently persuasion collectible merchandise requisitioned, thence keepsake property perfunctory mandatorily forfeited. Due compensation from sole male heir (me), whose long since (resting...

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Attributed To Concerned parents of Traumatized Refugee Dear Fred and Mary Anne MacLeod Trump... Posthumous belated tattered letter fragment recently discovered (liberally sprinkled with hyperbole (presumed for greater audacious zealousness), sans accidentally acquired by yours truly. Miscellaneous personal item highly valued when thwarted from auctioneer, whose gently persuasion collectible merchandise requisitioned, thence keepsake property perfunctory mandatorily forfeited. Due compensation from sole male heir (me), whose long since (resting...

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He ranked as de facto semiprecious, tremulous and unanimous scapegoat bullied by a bumptious, callous, disputatious hippopotamus of a brat infamous bruiser later in his life to become forty fifth president of UnIted States. Though documentation incomplete, the un named subject referred within torn shred recovered included signatory couching ambiguous references to a tenebrous, unscrupulous, and vicious wiseass initials. Dee Tee quickly intuitively assessed as one inhumane...

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