1973 Poems - Poems about 1973

January 27, 1973 I was sitting in the barracks yelling and screaming echoed through the halls sirens blaring, horns blowing, fireworks popping; the war was over ...

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I was driving to my grannies country home after the end of a dinner invite with friends in town, about 40 miles away. There was news of the oddity prior to my first visual contact, that entertained my youthful glassless eyes for the near full length of this drive and that thing be an unobstructed view. I'm...

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Fifty years ago today an attack was well underway On Yom Kippur, October 6 Israel was in a fix Egypt had invaded the Sinai Syrians climbed down the Golan Heights ...

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We watched the barefoot children in green yards dart through shadows, playing their childish games. We saw their innocents and we knew that they were not us. Through open doors and windows, we saw them staring blankly at their flickering screens. They were sitting so close yet ignoring each other wishing they could be us. There...

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*Image of Novem by IMDb. Novem: Affects IX in 1973 Nine college students record music at some sheltered hideaway place. They're killed in a van mishap, on the way back to school. Yond thirty-one years, their songs recalled. Sometimes fame comes too late. 2022 November 10 *3rd Place* A November Nonet ~~Andrea Dietrich: Judged 2022 November 21 *HMS...

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Anti-Poem – “Prom Night At LAX 1973” (Poet’s Instruction: Before reading this anti-poem, kindly go to YouTube and play Muzak: “Stimulus Progression.” Music can also be heard at my Facebook page under Stark Hunter. If possible, kindly play it in the background as you read.) nine flags cologne boy gunning a green ’71 ford torino lapping up black...

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A Quartet Of Short Poems From 1973 (1.) A Newer Vision, Of Paradise Lost I went blindly into the haze Left the purple gloom behind If human life be but a maze What does love do for mankind? R.J. Lindley, 1973 (2.) A Clear Vision, Of Death's Positive Hand Altars of purple robed kings Swollen with their stolen wealth Yet one day they too,...

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I was certainly a nervous mother left on my own with a one year old child my husband had gone on a business trip noise startled me, one after another imagination had gone quiet wild squeaky back door let out a teeny rip I was terrified as mother and wife my back doorknob was moving with a whip nothing about my hot feelings...

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Dawn, Angie, Glori and Dale — model citizens led the way to their stage, all the rage for seconds in time. cool of Dawn Dolls — icons of the seventies, for teeny-tiny bills a girl could own a million. smaller in stature, much harder to detail, the manufacturers tire of the dwarf-sized dolls. these Topper Toys with copper joints, knees that morphed green like fingers wearing cheap rings. authenticity from 1970...

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A Prayer From October 1973 Written: by Tom Wright I thank you Lord, for the opportunity of speaking with you this morning. For life and what it will hold for me this day. Whether trials, heartaches, or disappointments, may I emerge a better person from this day than yesterday. Proclaiming aloud the wonderful news that Jesus Christ, my redeemer, still lives in my...

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3 long years ago; I first entered these, marble walls; Now with glory and honor pride; Invested in me we go down in history; Alum, alum, alumni; Who am I, whose am I to decide; I now cry cause the future in my eyes; What does the world have in store… For the Class of 1973 and 1974; On through the day we celebrate; We...

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Waiting, For someone that's never there Looking Thru imaginary air Hoping But nobody really cares Talking To friends who never dared To pay your fare. . Dreaming But your dreams have seemed to morph into nightmares . Little man, how big are your dreams? Big man, your so much smaller than you think. The eleventh hour is raining down on you it seems And at the end of...

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Poet Heart, 1973 In the bittersweet, luscious years of youth, the poet heart sought the quintessence of truth. Life was arcane, confused and ambivalent, sometimes exciting, sometimes quiescent. I used my passion for meditation, and my wild days faced immolation. I moved from the grand and flamboyant, to seek out the real and relevant. Growing a poet heart, not tactile, having ideas that give...

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Evening found me sitting in the kitchen, feeling down, my parents and my elder brothers all out on the town., leaving me to babysit, a dull end to the year, too old for early bedtime, legally too young for beer. Ken McKellar on TV with Moira Anderson, too much for a young lad to take, so put the radio on. Radio...

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Several years of my childhood I spent with my aunt and uncle who lived in an old rectory in Northern Norway It was a hard time, much work, little food never time for play or entertainment My aunt and uncle were strict, we had to work for food When I had some time to myself, I spent time at...

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