Short 1963 Poems

November 22, 1963
I was in fifth grade
my teacher cried

Oliver McKeithan
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Riding a giant wave,
dancing with God
Running from the Devil
—to the edge of beyond

(Waimea Bay: February, 1963)...

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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...

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     JFK, he was shot dead
     sixty years ago today

        Camelot, it fell apart
        America lost her way



     ______________________
     In Memoriam - Nov. 2, 1963...

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Farewell to Whitney.
An angelic voice is still.
We will remember
you graced us with your music.
We have lost a great treasure.

Whitney Houston
(1963-2012)
From a news story found on AOL
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November 22, 1963
  Camelot came crashing down
From a sniper's single bullet
  aimed all too perfectly

A lone gunman took the life
  of John F. Kennedy
And stole the heart of America
  innocent nevermore to be...

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winter's rain freezes
ice coats tall southern pine trees...
pow trees snap like twigs

A memory from the winter of 1963/64
I was due with our first child..There was
rain then snow then ice..It melted 
enough just in time for me to get 
to the hospital.....

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   ~ Not a contest entry, unsurprisingly... ~ 


          Captain Woodough

             He coulda won ~ 

                Shoulda, 'Buddha!' *  



      _____________________________
      * In my 8th-grade class, circa 1963, 
         'Buddha!' was slang for 'buddy.'...

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Sometimes,
the very best informed
remain the most naïve

Cronkite
in 1963,
“Oswald Was The One”

The Mob sat back
and licked their chops,
“Bobby’s Finished Now”

As millions mourn
in false belief
—and Warren to mislead

(Crazy Horse Memorial: Black Hills South Dakota, September, 2021)...

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The Day the Country Died

November 22, 1963
three pm e.s.t
fifth grade 
pa speaker clicks on
“today, at one pm c.s.t
President Kennedy shot
he is dead”
our young substitute teacher
gasps then starts to cry
we are silent
school is dismissed early
buses home, no one speaks
our country has changed
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The late, great Rev Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., also known as "Dr. King"
        His legacy and sledgehammer impact on civil rights, long-lasting

     In 1963, he eloquently delivered his iconic speech, "I Have A Dream"
Long-gone, yet his love light for humanity continues to gleam....

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I'm a big fan of Doctor Who.
I'm talking about the classic series, not the new.
The Doctor defeated the Daleks, the Zygons and the Cybermen.
He also defeated the Master, the Rani, the Quarks and Zoden.
The first episode was aired over fifty years ago in November of 1963.
Tom Baker was my favorite Doctor, my 2nd favorite was Jon Pertwee....

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 John F. Kennedy
1917-1963
The great 35th president of US
It wasn't really a success

He tried to stop the missile bases
There were lot of angry faces

When there was about to be a war
Peace was what he asked for

Texas was the place he was shot
Later, the criminal was caught

He didn't survive the pain
His people cried like the rain...

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Mother – thy name is Blessed
	For thou art the
		Nurture of the Soil
		Fruit of Love 
		Product of Thy womb

Thou art the comfort of
		The Soul

None is more blessed by 
		Israel than art Thou
	
MOTHER

Thou art the progenitor of
		The Universe

The Mistress of the 
		Future

	And Time Honors you!


Mel Gill @ copyright 1963
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Here lies incomparable, trailblazer Sir Sidney Poitier
In the pantheon of Hollywood legends, he's at top tier
With 1963 Best Actor Oscar win, he made history;
First Black actor, and black folks reveled in his victory



A Celebrity Epitaph Poetry Contest 
Sponsored by Michelle Faulkner
Date written: 01/19/2022...

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Wrinkled clothes won’t get smoothed out today.
On my Bing board, I’ll hang ten and sway.
To the oldies I’m groovin’.
Like a teen, I am movin’.
With the Beach Boys, I’ll surf U. S. A.!


  title--hit song by the Beach Boys, 1963
  Bing surf boards—first one produced in 1959


July 17, 2022
written for Lisa YY's  limerick contest    Placed 2nd...

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My dearest JoAnn, I wish you were here for I would say
“I love you my darling, Happy Valentine’s Day”!
Up there in Heaven you know it’s true
That I’ll always love and remember wonderful you!
We celebrated our first in 1963
You will forever be my Special Valentine and I will always love thee!
Your card and flowers are at home for you
This poem is inside for you to view!...

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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...

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Wow I thought it was 2011

Not 1963 wow I came back up

And fed up with a harsh reality

That is sinful fatality

Faces turn red when the truth

Is fed. They are Rip Van Winkles

In a fast changing global society

Woe is them and me

God help me

People tell me

Harsh Reality

Awful as it can be

Truthful Rouge Face

Sour to The Taste

OMG OMG Global Society...

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The vix and the vaseline,
 got mixed up in the dark,
While whispering sweet nothings,
 with me kangaroo in park,
It was 1963 ole mate, 
nah wd40 didn't try,
With oohs n ohs a plenty,
Me aggots set to fry,
like a kangaroo dog climbing a post,
Till it gave up the bloody ghost,
Got up for tea n toast,
Nough to make a sand goanna cry??
Don          ....don't do it.......

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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...

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The humor of it all 
I shan't fall 
my stalker catrina bell 
my identity 
thief born 3-13-1967 
you can't be me 
I'm born in 1963 
terror rage from page 
to page live your own life 
live your own age 
brutal attacks 
upon my space 
love yourself 
love your own face 
fredlocks made his choice 
it sure wasn't you 
so if you would please 
just leave 
stop your stalking threats 
and simple shew...

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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....

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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....

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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...

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