1974 Poems - Poems about 1974

my makeup was fabulously light green, lips ruby red I fit in well with the theme, witches, warlocks and the undead the blue I had sprayed in my hair glittered like starlight when we entered the party, a gang began a quick fight my witch hat was pointed at an odd funny angle could I get a dance? Just one...

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There's good and bad that happened in 1974-fifty years later nothing has changed...

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Luanda 1975 It was a fraught time in Luanda, the rebel army (freedom fighters) was closing in on Luanda, leaving civilians exposed to rape, murder and pillage. The Portuguese army had dastardly skulked away and General Spinola was in Lisbon playing politics Colonialism was over, but there was fear of its ending when hatred had to be sated. Among the white population, there...

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Green Gremlins were all the rage in nineteen seventy-four. I am not talking about creepy fat-headed full bellied tiny beings. I am talking about cheap cars with a V-8 and four on the floor. Everyone had one, so common, most of us were tee-heeing. Painted a variety of colors, and riding in them made you kind of sore. We wore...

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His palette was every shade of grey Jet black one end snow white the other And never did a stroke touch the canvas Before endless moments of pondering Like a crow in a tree Surveying a frosted wasteland Then swooping with purpose Only when the prey was sure I would watch in awe Barely daring to breath As the landscape took shape In twists and...

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May 1974 Why do you need to waste your time today Writing an elegy no one will read? Add the half-cent to the cent And text to shivering text For you were born to text And save- But let her be She’s dead and gone She’s with her baby in the grave Yet they were of a different kind They didn’t text Their lives they...

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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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Israeli jets flying overhead, Old folk quake in their bed. Only practice runs they say, Old folk remember that day. When jets flew over before, Turkey had decided to roar, Old folk remember 1974. © Dave Timperley 22 March 2017...

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I flew, a modern man in a steel bird, with all the arrogance of ancient Icarus, but my wings did not melt nor I swoon. I flew high, very, very high over Asian lands and homes, and below me, very, very far down where the bombs fell like the rains of hell... I saw the face of the moon....

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It was the summer I would first choke on second hand marijuana smoke; I passed the swimming pool lifeguard test and received my first real paycheck. It was the summer I learned how to drive - got my license on the first try; And, by Saint Leonard’s pond I was blessed with discovering what was up her dress. Nixon had resigned; I saw “The...

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hippy ... love chips How beautiful was it? The park by the beach with one caged panda and bedraggled peacocks...calling and flirting, as nature dictated Displayed by the sea Water Lake Filled with crabs loitering by the inlet flow Who waited patiently to secure our sausagemeat on a string And rose embaressed and wonky Clutching...

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A big white did pace the ute, no noise it made, what sort of a brute? it must still be there it never left, next thing i knew we had a coppers arrest, We seem to have lost memory of the lights leaving? ...1974 Mystery Light.... So we drove on the Moonie Highway, Between Dalby and St George, It was...

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In mid-June's heat, we wait inside the bus, and everyone has said their last goodbyes. The Moorish boy I’ve come to know is sad. He says he knows I never will return. The bus pulls out (his face just fades away). We pass through streets that now seem not the same as those that we...

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