Best Sixties Poems

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A best-selling song was recorded by Mark Dinning.
In a string of sad songs, this was just the beginning.
In 1960, the lyrics conveyed teary eyes.
“Teen Angel” was a big hit, and it was no surprise.

Many sad songs followed this one up the Billboard charts.
Their lyrics described...

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Yellow Submarine comes on the radio.
Beatles music.
I press the accelerator, flying past semis who had been chasing each other.

Little Old Lady from Pasadena comes on next.
I go insane, setting a new world record for speed.
Mama Cass’s voice comes out of that radio.
It is ON!

Shades of...

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Tapping on cymbals were seekers of peace.
while a young man will give up his life
in a far away land where the bombs don't cease
and there's just no escape from the strife.

Spit on in airports was their welcome back
after serving so bravely as called.
How terrible they...

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Dating my first love, hearing Elvis sing
"It's now or never come hold me tight"
A handsome young Kennedy on TV springs

The youngest president with views left wing
Destined to die too young, a young bride's fright
Dating my first love, hearing Elvis sing

Married to my first love, a...

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Dating in your sixties
is really no fun at all.
Our requirements have changed,
you don't need to be handsome or tall.

There's not too much to choose from,
the good ones have a mate.
You just hope to hell to find one
you're not embarrassed just to date.

Glasses, false teeth, even...

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that's the one, the glorious fun, 
my first gorgeous slow sex, in
a kitchen, while borsch was cooked

that's the one, the Beatles the kaftans, 
the hair, the kinky-boots along the street,
and hash smoked in chilly twilight, as the
pouting police drove by;

that's the one, the decade, the...

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Hours of fun, excitement by this anomaly
being a member of the Addams family
I’m Bewitched and I dreamed of Jeannie,
our humble abode on Gilligan's Island, 
also lived our friends The Munsters,
the Beverly Hillbillies and The Brady Bunch,
around the corner lived Denis the menace,
so at times we...

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So many things were going on.
In that decade of the new dawn.
Where peace and love fell short of war.
And no one can recall before.

Our innocence took a back seat.
When mind altering kept the beat.
It was before I had a mind.
And my own way was yet...

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A swinging sixties chick was I dressed head to toe in Biba
Miniskirts my mother loathed and free love too, so I was told
Music of choice was Motown and Soul that played upon my radio
At weekends tuned to Saturday Club a programme never missed
Radio Luxembourg each...

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Once A Wild Child Of The Exploding Sixties

We were young, waiting universe lay ahead
too foolish to see danger or feel dread.
What of Love? It was hungry and all around
no need to ask life questions too profound!

Coming from famine, love's gold was our greed
we were starved...

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As a young teen I sadly confess, I dreamt of becoming an actress.
A class assignment drew me to Warner's  in D.C., where I
brushed up against black history..
I stumbled into a meeting of the NAACP.
The people  welcomed one out of touch, this
young white girl...

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sixties garage songs
play like the blues of my life
am yearning for more...

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vignette-ROCK 'N ROLL (repost of my 2008) poem)

Fame may not buy love
Or hold its hand
On a hard day's night-
Yesterday's in the past
Ecce Cor Meum maybe the one to last.

Tribute to Paul McCartney & his oratorio

RE-posted to complement the misiing decade from Linda-Marie's recent poem...

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The swinging sixties never swung
As much as people said
But for me, the bands
And the songs they sung
Linger on inside my head

I rocked and rolled to Morningtown
On a wagon with one wheel
And followed tracks 
That took me down 
To fields that felt surreal

A jungle snake both...

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