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"JFK - My Life
My life and your years on this Earth—flashbacks—everything was in black and white. I remember 1963: John F. Kennedy was killed in Dallas. My teachers cried. Not me. I was in grade three. Superman, Davy Crockett on TV. Walt Disney every Sunday. Now that I’m retired seventy years old, my life has been good. I have six children. Thirteen grandchildren and four great-grandchildren. Everything is in colour now as I sit in my rocking chair. I apologise to those I’ve hurt along the way. I pray for world peace and a bit of sanity.
God loves me.
Amen."
Today I’m thankful for children
and for John F. Kennedy..
Who said:
Children are the messages we send
to a time we will not see.
Few now remember the horror of November 22nd
The year was 1963, and it seems a long time ago,
But by American history and memories reckoned
The death of the president far eclipsed Mar-a-Lago.
On that day President John F. Kennedy was killed,
Shot to death in old Dealey Plaza in Dallas, Texas,
It was said accomplished by a man not-so-skilled,
And the inquiries and investigations were endless.
For years news media commemorated the event
But, nowadays, scarcely a mention will be made
Seems how the passing of history to oblivion is sent
The world mourned when in Arlington JFK was laid.
Written November 22, 2022
She scrambled
from where she sat
in the back seat
climbing onto the
trunk of that
long luxurious Lincoln
not to escape an
assassin's assault
as many assumed
but to collect the shards of
skull and bits of brain
that had been blown
back onto it as a bullet
blasted a hole in his head
his body lolling over to
lie limply in her lap
as her flowers fell to
the floorboard
sure that if she were
to stuff them back in
he would live again
JFK
By Franklin Price
11/22/2020
What do you remember,
About this day, in '63?
Do you remember Dallas,
And the horror there to see?
JFK's assassination
As he was driving by
Camelot was dying
We could only watch and cry
Where would we have been today,
If that die had not been cast?
Would we be reflecting
On a very different past?
Would the parties get along?
Red and Blue sides be the same?
Not as they were way back then,
Now play a different game.
When Kennedy took office
These words of his still fit
It's Not what this country does for us
But what we do for it
The Washington we see today
Has questioned this a bit
What can this country do for us?
What can we do to it?
President John F Kennedy,
made America space ready,
shot when in the prime of his life,
he died next to his loving wife!
1st placement
written 17/11/2020
Brian Strand
QUAT-RO 4 line contest
8 syllables each line AABB RHYME
Bob Dylan's Suicide
A song on JFK Assassination
Like a Rolling Stone,
I Want You, Blowin' In The Wind,
Hurricane.
Mr. Tamborine Man, Just Like A Woman,
It Ain't Me Babe
Tangled Up In Blue
Visions Of Johanna
Every Grain of Sand
Jokerman, You Ain't Goin' Nowhere.
Shelter From The Storm
Maggie's Farm, Tonight I'll Be Staying Here,
The Times Are A Changing
All Along The Watch Tower, Things Have Changed,
A Simple Twist of Fate
Idiot Wind, Knockin' On Heaven's Door,
Dignity, It's Aright, Ma
Desolation Row: Murder Most Foul.
by,
Martin Braun
3/30/2020
One sunny day a tall, lithe man
slowly climbed the steps.
Some saw him as the bringer of peace.
Others as the new beacon of understanding.
But he was simply a man,
by birth an American,
by nature, Irish.
He plodded forward,
hampered by the pain in his back,
and more so, by the pain in his heart.
The crowd cried out for his help
to bring peace and love and kindness
to their world of war and hatred and anger.
Bent over the microphones,
he spoke of that world they so much desired
but he could not give them.
For he knew that world could only
be found in their hearts.
For each to find,
to nourish, and grow
until it existed, powerfully,
in the hearts of all.
Written: 15 March 2019
JFK - THE NIGHT BEFORE
We'll nevermore mention
some things we could tell,
your struggle so long getting here,
there's no man in heaven
who's not been through hell
nor never a man without fear;
Your world must go on
in just part of a day,
with what you've been doing thus far,
tonight you must sleep,
where you go's a long way,
from where you have been, and who you are;
you've given your best,
and some times you've done less,
We'll not mention which one set you free.
From where you will go,
all the world in its mess
will see death is what life must be;
the world may forget
some things you have done;
tomorrow won't be a whole day;
but nothing's as bad
as to keep holding on
to a dream that has gone away;
there's less of tomorrow
than comes to your mind,
and some might see this as a crime,
take all you might need
from all you might find,
the world will love you for all time.
© ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown poet
John Jack Kennedy
was as brilliant as could be
A studied Harvard graduate
A navy hero of the sea
He was from Massachusetts
A lover of the dunes
and used to walk beside them
on summer afternoons
He was a much loved President
His spoken word was magic
I never did understand why
his ending was so tragic
I can remember him so clear
but time flies quickly by
I remember Jackie's pill box hat
John-John and Caroline
It is a shame that violence
brought his colorful life to end
the Kennedys' profiles in courage
were an absolute Godsend
There is so much happiness
around JFK's short term
His fun sense of humor
A smart, well read bookworm
We all will never forget him
Those of us who loved him so
The articulate, animated speeches
The radiant look he'd always showr
JFK Improves With the Passing Decades
By Elton Camp
With all the praises being heaped today
Dare I speak negatively of Pres JFK?
For his legacy, death proved to be ideal
Making him a myth far removed from real
I was still a young man when he died
But well recall that some in joy cried
“Johnson is far better man than he!
It’ll be better now, wait and see.”
Very many didn’t want JFK to be in
His election victory was razor thin
An investigation many folks sought
Thinking that the election was bought
It was hard in Communist leaders to detect
For JFK more than a tiny bit of respect
Whispers of adultery were often heard
Although the media said not a word
There were even those who did say
That it was the Pope JFK would obey
His reelection prospects looked low
When to Dallas he decided to go
In a horrible flash he become a saint
Against him, was allowed no complaint
If Abraham Zapruder hadn’t been there
Would there have been such a care?
The foul murder endlessly replayed
Won’t allow the memory to fade
His adulation has continued to grow
Dare I ask how much of it is truly so?
Not so easily
trapped am I as
I thought.
But I fought
for straightness
and White picked
Fences.
Until holy
Matrimony you
Came and I Fell
For it.
But let's
undo these knots
Now. And Like
Jackie Onassis
I am Marilyn
And you are
Not safe.
A handsome man, a valiant son,
John Kennedy was he.
A man who rose to President
with civil rights the key.
Who can forget the many days
like Camelot they seemed,
when all eyes were on Washington,
they passed just like a dream.
Ah, we remember Jacqueline
a Vassar deb was she,
who walked with grace on his right side
through fame and infamy.
One thousand days was all we had
of this great President
before a gunshot took his life
for all the world to see.
We mourn him still, we miss his smile
his knowledge and his grit
for he and Martin dreamed a dream,
we reaped the best of it.
Looking at you I understand
That nothing is more suitable to airports
Than great men's names
Like a flock of birds the planes
Take off and land
Like your thoughts, John Kennedy
I feel so small
Calling your name
Through the engines' roar
A sudden desire
To die young
In this world of mediocrity
Surrounding man eternally
JFK
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JFK
JFK
A Yankee so what we all loved him even when he went and fought on the PT boat
that day you shot him you killed me as well the heart of America the heart went as
well.
Eye am as sure of this one thing that everything that eye have done since that day
in history has been tainted by this one deed done the death of the American the
death of just someone that was loved in a heart so full of sin it never recoiled
from this dirty deed completely again his life goes on in his spirit so young and
he stands in the white house in pictures remembered still being someone.
JFK
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