Short 1963 Poems
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Behind a broad fence
A grassy knoll in Dallas
Lone sniper waited
Changed the course of history
Possibly went scot-free, too.
June 14, 2021
EYES OF A MONTAGNARD GIRL 1963
Eyes without reason,
never having an end
searching forever,
never finding a friend.
Eyes without mercy,
stealing all that was you,
changing forever
what you thought love could do.
You will love her forever.
as she'll love you the same,
But it stays in the Highlands
as if we never came.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet
Remembrance of « Creation » 1963 (MM)
(Marcel Marceau 1963)
Face white-clown-painted
hands crossing invisibility
in a white-gloved glissade
a soft, silent shifting,
a step-slide
over non-existent windows, walls and doors
a glide into gesture
into signing
a seeking
into a stirring
a knowing
a genesis
the stage, his staging
the spotlight on
in a spotlit silence
To be high
aaah
what a joy!
To float
on cotton candy clouds,
speak with fairies,
laugh with elves ...
laughing babies.
To be high
aaah
its alright if their high
is not your high.
Action on skis
up a hill,
jazz climbs
into muscles
voices are loose
(not uptight).
Solitude becomes
beauty
to create.
To be high
aaah
what a joy!
To float forever and ever
and never
become
no more nothing
but
high.
Every fragile flower
Weaves a different sense of power
But the old gardener
His hands and fingers soil stained
Wears the same disguise
Over his disdain for the poor and trodden mass
The beleagured hair in relentless hands
The squirming bodies bruised and broken
The trying cross of love despised
They gathered the ignorant and stygmatized
And while sun glinted on shiny coffles
The wine cup is poured
To feast the figment of a frazzled mind.
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
Those long bus rides
between Urbana, Illinois and Wheaton, Maryland
were all in the interspace,
hours of smooth nothingness punctuated
by jangly nothingness
at change points like Cincinnati and Pittsburg.
Blurs in memory, dreamy,
taste of intensly needed sandwiches
and the desperate need to be clean.
Long half-sleep voyages
through fantasy, through needle-sticking
drives, ********, thirst,
looking out of the window for relief,
only to see darkness.
reporters were asked to state their ideas
what was the biggest news story of all time?
Many said November 22nd, 1963
If you were alive on that date, you know the story
And were probably stunned by it
I was eleven and I have never forgotten it.
want to guess which one it was?
end of WW II
US astronauts walk on the moon
assassination of President John F. Kennedy
World Trade Center bombing on 9-11
If you have to guess, you were not alive on that day.