Long Sixties Poems
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Absolutely, this avoidable chaos
Is driving everybody very uncomfortable
Police rhymes with Minneapolis
But Ice does not rhyme with peace
Ice rhymes instead with lice
Ices rhymes with mice
And Ice rhymes with price
The insanity that is seeing at the table.
Ice rhymes with vice
Ice rhymes with skice
And Ice rhymes with Alcatraz
These yikes are causing an impasse
Which creates an awful mess
And an unnecessary chaos
In every street in many cities
Especially in Minneapolis.
I have been to Minneapolis
At the time, there was no trash, no snow and no ice
Many years ago, I also visited the Twin Cities
The people were nice and courteous
These days, there’s a mayhem every second in their streets
People are throwing heavy duty profanities
Such mother flowers in the face of the bad police officers
And the paramilitary bullies
Who act like judges, henchmen and offenders.
Gangsters like tigers are roaming the streets
Democracy is comatose and cruelty is working the beats
America has not seen so much atrocities
Since the turbulent sixties
When rightfully so, the often victimized minorities
Were fighting for equal rights and better opportunities
Ice rhymes with chaos, not peace
And ice rhymes with vice, not justice.
P.S. This poem is dedicated to the victims of all types of violence
And injustice.
Copyright © January 2026 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry collections.
Seventies fur vests wet in the rain
Stinky but still in style so we wore them
Until they shredded and fell off our dirty shirts.
Cotton shirts no longer crisp but with wide ruffles at their wrist marks.
Soft dirty wrinkly blue jeans that smelled a bit gamey.
No one noticed that they never made it to the laundry pile.
Being rank was part of our revolution, a clothing protest
To the Viet Nam War where our poorest were being sacrificed daily.
We scrunched together in Volkswagen busses,
Traveling to Washington, where we could hold our signs.
And protest our truth, where wet fur vests were parading about
Along with grungy headbands and dreadlocks on white teenagers.
Leaving the silk and satin of the sixties back in the small towns
Where their youth thought they had to have a wedding to have sex.
We knew better. We did not care about crisp smooth wrapping paper
Or prancing ribbons on packages. We were uncomfortable and glad.
Do not notice the meteorite in the screen next to the tunnel they said.
If you disobey this law, this is the sixties, so we could shoot you dead.
We got into our black and white cars, and drove to and from work.
Doing our duty, because back in the day, nobody dared shirk.
Daily I drove my co-worker Hal, who lived next door. He was a peach.
What about that meteorite? I slammed the brakes with a screech.
He knew the rules back in the day when assassinations were about.
Don’t make me belt you! He clamped his mouth shut, bit of a pout.
In the 60’s we were allowed to do some things, but others were not okay.
We knew this for sure, in this grayscale common ground, back in the day.
Our TV sets did not yet have color, it was not something we would dream.
Hal said another word about that screen, and I began to scream.
It was the last ride together we had, for Big Brother scared little ole’ me.
Hal did not understand we could be eliminated by the F.B.I. or this giant TV.
After work I let him know I would be driving myself only from here on out.
He nodded his head, knowing I meant it, and did not give a sigh or a pout.
Every time I passed that giant screen I thought of Hal and I sighed.
After a year or two, I found out he had cancer and had died.
It made me angry at this meteorite screen I was not supposed to see.
That night I threw rocks at this screen, destroying this giant TV.
Flapping gay garment hung on balcony bannister
Trots obstinate flung spun over railing
Fixated brazen Brigette immune to embarrassment
Boosted bemuse formats never failing
Composed to procure prominence, step with stars
Stage bound show must go on motto
Constellation shift slides velvet curtain aside ajar
Planets orbit origin wins Lyceum lotto
Horoscope high hope performs fame premonition
Bright light box office tickets Brigette
Halcyon sky spiral beehive secures each audition
Sixties seductress frequency fills seats
23rd June
Absurd Truth
In this God-forsaken Asian jungle land,
some of us have been sent here to take a stand.
Chicken *****Charlie is the one we have to flush away.
We go through many villages each and every day.
We have been thrown into a great big *****hole.
On our sanity, many factors have taken their toll.
Shots rang out, and three of my buddies went down.
There was a sniper hiding in a hut across the town.
There was an old woman shooting in that place.
I took my rifle butt, and slammed it in her face.
This is what we have encountered in so many of the towns.
We will just have to keep spilling the blood of these clowns.
There is my lollypop
There is my lollypop calling me
to taste and enjoy in eating
It is colourful and attractive to my eyes and
it gives me a feel of sweetness
Though it is not from a hygenic place and
it may be from the hands of a sick
My mind and tongue calls it to have to taste
Itmay be my ignorance of six years but
what sixties are doing
Their lolypops may differ and
their taste may differ
Can they exclude them from their desires
Though they know that their desires are not good
Desires and passions are ruling us from That day
to this hour
Layman or Prince
Whoever may be he was a doll in the hands of his desires
Monk or a familyman ,
His vanishing desires are their masters in this world
Up to His last call
W e will move to his desires
A child of the sixties
Big dreams
Big hair
I was there
Now past my prime
fast running out of time
I don my hippiest attire
with flowers in my hair
I am sweet sixteen again
travelling back in time ~ I'm there
A show I never saw before
A truly iconic must see
Songs still loved
by young and old
now 50th anniversary
Off I go to see the show
happy souls high in the sky
back to an era of peace and love
I enter a psychedelic world
through a kaleidoscopic lens
as the
Age of Aquarius begins…
‘The moon is in the Seventh House
and Jupiter aligns with Mars
peace will guide the planets
and love will steer the stars’
It is the dawning of
The Age of Aquarius
as
Hair ~ the musical
begins…
Written 11th July 2019 after seeing the iconic musical Hair…
Contest Strand Pick F
Sponsor Brian Strand
2nd PLACE
He isn’t easy on the eyes and in fact
He rejects common pronouns of gender
So perhaps out of respect I’ll refer
To this beautiful soul as Earth Angel.
There is a lot of wisdom in Earth Angel’s words
It is as if God painted a plain black vessel
And allowed it to be filled with green grace
With every trial this soul’s heart is lifted
Unlike most who fall into the pity party
Earth Angel is accepting even thankful
For the opportunity to grow despite dilemma
Even when people and life are unkind
Earth Angel was abandoned at birth
And grew up in foster homes in the early sixties
A flower child at heart this soul is free spirited
Earth Angel believes in the third gender
Opening one’s heart to a suffering soul
Can be painful but humbling
Earth Angel never meets a stranger
Despite his childhood Earth Angel is cultured
So how can a brown cow
Eat green grass
And produce white milk
Earth Angel would jest
A hearty laugh always followed
No matter who or how it was answered
Earth Angel always laughed
As time moves on so does this soul
Never married and not sure it was a desire
Earth Angel left this world due to COVID
Final wishes to go to heavenly home were granted
To a former ward of the court but a beautiful soul
Another year has passed
Another day had passed
I know I'm a little bit older
This guy has a bad leg and shoulder
It was not so long ago my life was a blast
There were so many women I could attract
Now I have this baldness and gray hair
And losing hearing in one ear
Many of my teeth are missing
It seems like each month one is always disappearing
I guess this senior life I was never really prepared
My early life to my senior life I can't even compare
I know all my hard-working years are gone
Now that I wake up every day at dawn
I don't want to think my life is useless
But sometimes this senior life I'm just clueless
I feel my mind is good
But for some reason, I feel insecure
I could always remember the old memories
Back to the sixties and seventies
And the next thing I forgot is what you told me
To a certain degree
As a senior, citizen my money is limited
So spending my money becomes interesting
I'm not as strong as I used to be
But I feel I can still hold up to a certain degree
I'm still around and I think there is so much
I love to give still
And other goals I still have to achieve
I guess me being a senior
In the long run, I just wanted to be a leader
I guess there is no other person
That I would ever trade places with
I still have much to offer and give
David is an archer and comes from Newport,
He’s Welsh, and got MS in the sixties hippy.
He took a break from competitions, the sport,
Having done very well in his late teens, nippy.
So upon retirement from the steel industry,
In 2012 he returned to archery to shoot,
And in a year his performances did carry,
Him into Para-archery, into the recurve shoot.
He made his exciting international para debut,
At the Czech Grand Prix, and he appreciates,
The coaching from ArcheryGB who did renew,
His love for aiming at the board ‘cos he rates.
He did well at the European Championships,
In Switzerland where he won the team gold,
And won mixed pairs bronze, others to eclipse,
A fifth place in the individual comp. to hold.
“This is a second chance at sport for me,
And I’m grasping it with both hands, [moored],
[My technique is good] and ArcheryGB [help me],
Which is bringing me on ten-fold, [matured].“