Sixty Poems - Poems about Sixty

Sixty-six years and six months

My people set out sixty-six years and six months ago
Give or take; sure, liberties taken, but I'll give her back,
And if you want, they got a machine with occasional fact,
But back to forbodingly sixty-six years and six months back,

From where it began, when Mrs Mack wheeled out the TV set-up,
A foot tall, a foot thick,

Sixty Years Later

    America plagued by terror
      Murder and hate wherever you turn

    Country gone the way of Watts, ‘65
      ~ “Burn, baby burn”

13 OVER SIXTY

I've reached the age of sixty, and most things are slowing down
wild parties are a memory, and so is painting up the town
these days we tend to settle on a simple meal for two
with a nice refreshing glass of wine, to see the evening through

we spent the weekends going out driving, which helped me to

12 NEARING SIXTY

as I was nearly sixty, my life would change once more
I was made redundant from my job, this had happened once before
the chance of finding new work, was down to zero, nada, nil
the jobs I did apply for, I didn't quite fit the bill

the length of time I'd worked there was nigh on twenty years
the

Sixty Fangs: Part Two

I remember now!
His name was the Crenshaw Cowboy!
He was the one who told me I descended from kings!

This is why I jump over the fence
Why I kick the fence
We pillaged and burned
Doing only what we needed to survive
So that we could one day tear the fence down and make peace

Or maybe I'm wrong and death

Sixty Fangs

bruised tank top
	name’s been scratched out
	
	a guy jumps over the net fence,
	out of the dog’s yard
	smoother than the water in a wine glass.

		guy says “what you talkin’ bout”
		and then it’s nothing but nothing words and prepositions 
	
	i remember the dog’s name was Mocha
	covered in scars
	a black belt in Wing Chun
	currently majoring in Philosophy
	which is even

Woodstock Sixty Years Later

a musical trio
livening up the prairie
enthusiastic beatnik dog on bongo drums
terrifically talented tambourine-playing Tomcat
Romanian beauty with flashing eyes with a ukulele
people arrive to sing along and dance
it feels like the seventies
Woodstock sixty years later

Sixty-three Reasons to be thankful

Thank God for the day I was born
in nineteen hundred sixty-one.
For devout and loving parents
who taught me to love God and pray.

Though we were poor, we were content,
our humble home, we did not rent.
My father worked hard to provide
and lived with dignity and pride.   

Thank God for a resourceful mom
who managed life with

will their memories last sixty years like mine

gold leaf murals sparkling on old fashioned carousel
memories from years ago float into my riding brain
I watch the other riders, barely noticing Eiffel Tower
wondering if their memories will last sixty years like mine.

Shy Around Gurls And Ninteen Sixty Four

Well, you know me?

I've always been shy around Gurls
I didn't tell my Mom 
Until I was forty-four
The last one I had (no not my Mom)
Was in nineteen sixty-four

It was a blind date
I wore more aftershave
On than a department store
Like always I was late

She was so sweet and kind
And I had to guide,her and her dog
Across

Bakerville Gazett Volume Twelve Sixty Six Bizzy reports

Our Company makes both
the Ware and Anti-ware
products needed to be in full
control of your business.
Hacking equipment
and anti hacking equipment
moral and in disent.
S$it our company
has equipment to
find the codes
to every engine, washer dryer
anything with a computer
made after 2017.
It is wrong to do one of the other
but when you see
how people either
want to create or dismantle
what is

Sixty Seconds Of My Mistake

A French cafe in time and space,
where I would face,
you sitting there,
with your eclair.

One minute where worlds collided,
fates decided,
to my regret, 
that our eyes met.

Sixty seconds of my mistake,
at buying cake,
stood in that queue,
when I blamed choux.

He Slept for Sixty Years

     

He slept for sixty years
  then woke up with a start
For the life of him
  he couldn’t tell things apart

Ghettos still all filled with blacks
  War everywhere he turned
Young folks rioting in the streets
  Property looted and burned

World ‘leaders’ puffing out their chests
  threatening to

sixty years

sixty years
i know nothing
still, the sun rises

Profundity, aka the Sixty-four Cent Question

             A tongue can lick
             And a foot can kick ~
               Whence cometh yon vapors

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