Short 1969 Poems
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Like returning to a place in a dream:
sound of one hand clapping:
the mottled butterfly haphazardly flits
into the welcoming Light of day.
Neil Armstrong in nineteen-sixty-nine
Moonwalked on the moon, the first in line.
There have now been twelve
Humans, no elve.
Don’t you think this is mighty fine?
I’m riding shotgun in her car
as we drive through the night
neath Neil Armstrong’s moon
radio plays that Animal’s song
but San Francisco's almost as
far from this humid Oklahoma
night as Neil Armstrong’s cold
moon yet maybe I’ll get
past second base tonight.
the eagle has landed
July 20th, 1969
Apollo II’s lunar module
moon touch down
Neil Armstrong
“one giant step for man, one giant leap for mankind.”
This was all over the TV but I was not watching
I was seventeen and had better things to do.
It seemed boring to me.
Passing through this land,
Watching all that is,
I find that things may
Not be.
They are there for
All to watch and grow.
And sit.
Green from rain,
Brown from none.
Different skin.
Watching clouds build,
Then blow away.
People see,
Notice not
What we are.
But what we are in
Searching souls,
Finding,
Resting....
When the sun is shining and clouds are white.
When the children are out flying their kites.
When the streams are clear and the air is clean.
When roses are sweet and the grass is green.
When the problems of this world are solved.
When all the hate has been resolved.
Then I’ll know it’s peace on Earth.
Then there’s only beautiful births.
Impoverished raise like farming
Owning a pig, lots of chickens, rooster, hen;
Not in the sixteen-hundreds;
Made one’s own foods from scratch,
This foyer placement in time itch;
Below the Mason-Dixon Line, 1969;
Charleston, Missouri woe to--
Tom Sawyer’s
---Black friend Jim
3/24/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2026©
Pedaling along
a rocky road,
a dusty road,
a hot and sunny road.
Pedaling past
dry, rocky fields,
dry, dusty fields,
hot and sunny fields.
Surprised to see
a lily flower,
a lonely flower,
a kid stoning it.
Pedaling back
The setting sun lay low across the field.
Boy, flower and memory are long gone.
In a starlit sky,
a beautiful moon rose
I watched it pass by
I looked upon the earth
and saw green and blue
Frosted clouds of white
Forests stretched far,
behind the night
In the minds' eye
such vividness
belongs to you and I
Where was i?
Far way
High in the sky
It was 1969
We came back from the moon,
everything I could see...
Was all mine
Your soft, rose tinged
and freckled cheeks
so beautiful; aglow
I still can see them,
though you were mine,
so very long ago
Your curls, a frame
of sunshine for a
shy and smiling face
Your tender heart
and gentle voice,
pure memories of grace
Our sweaty palms,
our nervous laughs,
the sweetest agonies
Two hearts in love,
two worlds apart,
the saddest destiny
JULY 1969 – Moon landing
There are no wolves
Astir tonight
To chill our fireside man
The wolves are gone
Are northward gone
From a disenchanted land
From where Maid Moon
Who winked at dreams
Has lost her apple eyes
Oh, someone’s plucked
The saucy dish
From out a virgin sky
Her lover’s cool
Bacterial breath
Has blued the Maid’s gold cheeks
-
And wolves are gone
To howl for her
From woods and mountain peaks
In 1969 Halloween night was way beyond creepy.
The moon seemed evil, I got almost weepy
At the age of seventeen, this was rare for me indeed
Poe and his raven visited me, this was the final seed.
I felt intimidated now, why was a famous poet here?
He told me to relax, called me his darling little dear.
Told me that one day I would be writing poems too.
This did not help me. I was seventeen, determined to be blue.
Thought I heard a bluebird sing
somewhere over the rainbow
I was wrong 'twas but a song
playing away there on the radio
bought a garland and some gum
for Frances the girl next door
sadly due to a bad accident in London
the unfortunate lady is here no more
studio moguls and public pressures
to their shame were to blame no doubt
but the brainless Scarecrow simply said
of her... 'She just plain wore out'
I met her
on the boardwalk ramp
and said ...
“You Have Nice Eyes”
The Gypsy Lady
fixed her gaze
my hand in hers
replied ...
“White hates black
and black hates white
their fear right now
forbids
“Division preys
to rule the land
fate drifting
on the skids
“But just remember
this one thing
if we are
to survive
“Coffee colored kids
will reign
to save our souls
— demise”
(Haverford College: February, 2026)
Sticks with poison chopper blades spinning
Descending Dust off to the ground
Yellow smoke alerting grenades launching
Red cross landing AK’s shooting
Bloody men lifted aboard
Bandages dripping with blood
Traps set bouncing Betty ready
C rations ate M-16 awaits
Back to fighting a war
Naked and afraid
When will I wake up from this nightmare
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