Short 1967 Poems
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Good old shared party line
The triple ring is ours ~ ignore others
Country living at its best
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
We learn to talk and speak.
Then to sing.
Then to express our views,
And what is in our heart.
We put what we have learned to one,
Our songs of love and protest,
I remember
so well
the friends
that I made
when childhood
was wrapped
in blue sky
but I cannot
remember
the last time
we played
- and whether
we all said
goodbye.
Surveying over her kingdom,
In silent flight on hushed wings,
With eyes that search the field for life
Her ears detect the slightest sound.
She kills her prey and tears it too-
And feeds her hungry one.
The day has just started,
It lies ahead like a mountain,
With trails that must be followed
And pitfalls that must be overcome.
But I look toward the coming day,
For I will see you,
And I will have many thoughts
Of you today.
her heart was shanghaied
captured on a sunny beach
with waves lapping happily
in a nineteen sixty-seven day
Beach Boys were singing
From a portable transistor
wind carried happy laughter
he had flecks of gold in his eyes
They were in love
So she let him
put lotion on her back
A brave move for these times
I once knew a man
Named
Peter
Hughes
He
Was
A
Biker
He
Was
A
Barber
Too
He
Said
Never use
A
Comb
When
You
Get
Out
Of
The
Shower
Always
Use
A
Brush
When
He
Got
Back
To
The
House
That afternoon
And asked me
What’s up?
In
A
Rare mood
I was
Silent
He
Said
I’m
All
Easy-rode-out
Las Vegas 1967
Harrah’s, free drinks
Circus Circus, bring the kids
Frontier, win a Chevy
Golden Nugget, best slots
Flamingo Capri, Elvis impersonator
Caesar’s Palace, world’s best buffet
Tropicana, win big
Sahara, all day breakfast
Dunes, best shrimp cocktail thirty cents
Golden Nugget, live girls
I would certainly hope so.
Swallowing
lightning
Teasing
the bear
Dharmic
illusions
Circling
a square
Trapping
a rainbow
Embracing
the clowns
Rewriting
language
Up
getting down
Stripping
the moment
Wishes
that fly
Summer
of love
Timeless
goodbyes
Alice
returning
Virtuous
sin
Lost
in the rhythms
Buried
—within
(The New Room: September, 2023)
Again I write to someone
Who is like myself.
I find her saying what is in my mind.
Strange it is to hear your words
As someone else does speak.
I look down into her eyes
And see the life within her burn.
Her skin is soft and warm to feel,
And smooth as ivory cloth.
Her hair is dark, black like night.
I kiss her once and feel her near
And know that she is mine.
Twisted matter within my mind,
Calling, screaming, struggling to be free.
It knows not what it has to find,
Or what it has to be.
Turned loose, it runs, a life it found.
To be a force of mind and thought,
Then to find it lost and bound
To it with heart and it its' thought.
Then to me, back it comes from her
To tell of learning of a life
That I could find in her,
Telling me of love and life.
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
Domestic Terrorists
corrupt officers
Mc kissick niece
attacking innocent
persons stop sending
Terrorists threats fraud
waste scum bullying
terrorizing blowing up
vehicles seated with the
arson murderer of
nine persons Ciro Gargano
actually blew up my skull
with a car bomb because I
wore wires pregnant for
the FBI buying weapons
and drugs from junk sick
corrupt officers severe
repeat violent ofenders
ARSON MURDERER OF 9 INC.