Sixty Three Poems | Examples

Silly Love Songs

Mrs. Hickey, you’ve been on my mind,
just like a ball of twine
on a spool that never ends.
Though I’d never clapped an eye on you
my hands explored you:
feel the knees on me!

Hey, baby, let’s take a chance:
I left the condoms in my other pants.

Rollicking times,
late November back in sixty-three,
that’s when I shot John F. Kennedy
(superstar, but he didn’t get far).

Olivia Neutron Bomb,
you can ring my bell.

Gonna take a trip to Lonesome Town,
gonna stay at Heartbreak Hotel.
The aerial’s broke
can’t watch ‘Gunsmoke’
how are we gonna get by?
No BBC no ITV
above us only Sky.

Gypsies, stamp your feet.
Scrape that muck off your face.
Take your teeth out,
tell me what’s wrong.
Don’t go painting with emulsion.
Ain’t no sausages now.

There’s a ghost in my house.
Just one look and I can hear a bell ring.
We’ve got a liberal dad and a bachelor pad
and we do it.
Four hundred children and a crap in the field.
I can see Deirdre now Lorraine has gone.

I didn’t get the point 
of Barton Fink, though.

I think I’m turning Japanese,
I really think so.

Come To The Waters

This is a form called a Pensee, but I deviated from the true form. Also, somewhat an example for my contest. I use Isaiah first as it relates to me then how I try to figure out my best trait. Soon we will be married sixty-three years, and I feel that God gave mankind a command to marry, love each other, be faithful, stay together, and have children so I have done that. 

Free drinks
Water, wine, milk
Holy Spirit offers them
To a child at small church years past
He loved me as I was

Filled me
Now a clean pot 
He saw some promise in me
Though I saw it not, so now search
For my positive trait

Loyal
Sticking, holding
Through good, bad, sickness and health
For sixty-three years stayed, prayed and loved
I obeyed God and man

Diner Might

In nineteen sixty-three, May twenty-eight,
three youngsters in a Woolworths five-and-dime 
sat down and asked for coffee. This was war.
In Jackson, Mississippi, way back when,
outrageous things like this riled up the pack.

The photos still exist. You feel the hate.
To ask for coffee, then, was such a crime,
so unacceptable to local law 
that men (look at the photos – they’re all men) 
could not restrain themselves. Attack, attack!

With ketchup, mustard, butter they went straight
to smear the interlopers with their slime:
what else are coffee-grounds and soda for?
The heroes (in the age of Colonel Glenn,
the Right Stuff mattered) took down from the rack

more gunge. These sons of the Magnolia State
poured vinegar in solemn pantomime
(one wiped molasses on the young man’s jaw).
What caused this ritual? This zoo-like zen?
The guests had the effrontery to be black.

FOUR CUBED

FOUR CUBED

Four words a line,
Four lines a stanza.
Four of these comprise
Ms. Hawley’s next extravaganza.

Three words won’t satisfy;
Five are too numerous.
And, one more condition,
She’d like it humorous.

That’s two verses done
And I’ve barely commenced.
It’s not my nature
To write lines condensed.

But, if she insists,
I’ll follow her law.
Sixty one, sixty two,
Sixty three, sixty four.

Bawdy Parrot Takes Over Zoom

Let’s have a family powwow on zoom.
That way we’ll get to see the new bride and groom.
Six households were ready to teleconference that day.
A dancing parrot with a nasty mouth kind of got in the way.

We had no idea this spoiled bird would be along.
He wore a pirate hat and sang an awfully bawdy song.
The kids thought groom’s bird was hilarious, laughed their tongues out.
What did he say? Grandpa asked, with an enormously loud shout.

The bride was embarrassed by her new husband’s nasty pet.
She said “put him away!” but Grandma Garland yelled “Not quite yet!”
Grandpa's not been interested in anything new since nineteen sixty-three.
A unanimous vote from the rest of us said “let the bawdy parrot be.”

Unsent Letters

Carlos, Hanna, my dear friends,
you met such early ends,
and I'm empty inside.
I ushered at your wedding.
Warm love you'd soon be spreading - 
the happy groom and bride.

I'll love you both forever - 
forget your friendship - never.   
Carlos and his spouse.
You treated me as your kin -
meals, holidays, way back when,
inside your cozy house.

Marriage, family and friends - 
you never said, "it depends".
You always honored them.
Your lives served as a guide.
To me you did provide
life's lesson - such a gem.

Carlos, all those years of pain,
despite cancer, you'd maintain
goodness through and through.
Hanna, what a shock to hear
you too were taken that year.
The world has lost you two.

So, this letter is to say, 
'twas too soon to go away,
if I could let you know.
Just sixty and sixty-three,
you meant so much to me, 
and I miss you so.

Horse is Interested in her Moves

Her horse was interested in her moves, he could not stop staring.
She put on her lipstick and rouge, in order to show she was caring.
Make up seemed imperative to young women in nineteen sixty-three.
I saw her looking all spiffy, she looked incredibly pretty to me.

Of course I am her daddy, and love everything about my girl.
So does her stallion, she has named him Mr. Wheatfurl.
He is almost as protective as me, he adores my girl, Louise.
She is as pretty as the sun, and as flighty as a summer breeze.

Quagmire

If you walk on ice, you chance your life.Quote - Poet’s own
Was Christmas nineteen sixty three
When this story happened to me
Snow had fallen down thick and fast 
So cold it was, weeks it did last.

Gone against parental advice
A friend and I skated on ice
It was on a local canal 
Felt it was safe, me and my pal.

Wrapped cosy and snug we both were
Hat, gloves, scarf and boots lined with fur
Some lads were there, knew them from school
As boys do they acted the fool.

One came and snatched my friend's hat off
"Hand it back nasty boy" I scoffed 
The boys then ran off with her hat
I chased them alike a wildcat.

To my horror the ice it cracked
I fell in, at the edge in fact 
Clinging on, “save me” I did shout
The boys came and they pulled me out.

I slunk home wet, cold and hungry 
Through the back door so none saw me
The parents would have exploded
If they knew what had unfolded.

It was a fright of a Quagmire
A warning to not play with fire
Never walk on frozen water 
Sons, daughters do what you oughter.

Jimmy is Intent On Beating His Own Record

Jimmy was intent on beating his own record.
Forty-six hours of straight video game playing.
He heard some crashing outside.
Thought it was a garbage truck.
Never looked out. It would quit eventually.

The bashing and crashing sounded closer now.
More like Armageddon than a garbage truck.
Jimmy turned up the volume on his console.
Twenty-eight million and sixty-three his golden star said.
He was ahead of his own record by sixteen points!

The building began to jerk, as if a giant spaceship had lassoed it.
Jimmy ignored this the best he could, which was not easy.
Pop! The power went out. The apartment went solid black.
Darker than it had ever been; Jimmy felt exasperated.
Looked out the window as the building plummeted into a giant sinkhole.

it is back home

Turtle came in with the world’s silliest grin
It split his face in two, and was long as his chin
Whipped out the birthday sign with a flourish all gay
Which meant it took him the best part of a day

He was sixty-three days late, but that did not matter.
Turtle is usually a little bit slower, he is not a mad hatter.
I thanked him profusely wondering if the card was all I would get.
Your present is back home, he told me. I’ll be back in a bit.

I Want a Silver Christmas Tree

I want a silver tree because I did not get one in sixty-three
She was adamant about it, my great granny Fee.
We gave her one for Christmas, feeling lots of glee.
Didn’t remember they were ugly, said disappointed she.

Why did you want one? Asked her great grandson Lee.
Because everybody on the block got one except for me.
My daddy said they were ugly, she said with a tee hee.
We ribbed her about this forever, loved teasing granny Fee.

Frightening Path On Halloween Night

silhouette of winding gnarly trees, a scary sight
outline that bodes familiarity on Halloween night
the frightening path enticing me, stirring my blood.
my pounding heart is a thud, I feel like a faker, a dud.

I always brag that I am afraid of nothing, right?
but here I am, facing this demented terrifying sight.
the clairaudient part of me can hear ghouls and a grim.
I turn and run from the vampires and dragons I feel within.

being an empath can have its own problems, I know.
I could even picture rat snakes way down below.
this path which appeared on Halloween night
does not feel right, does not feel right.

some other children disappeared that night in sixty-two.
I have a feeling they took that path, wouldn’t you?
whisked away to some kind of hell if you ask me.
my psychic eye kept me safe, I was alive in sixty-three.

It's Coming For All of Us

Dead at sixty-three
Why?
Did you even stand a chance

An Extra Mile

Roy went an extra mile last week
while traveling from Stoke to Leek
by high-speed rail (First-Class, off-peak).

In truth, a little more;

It was an extra sixty-three
he ended up in Oswestry;
decided to explore and see;

He’d never been before.

He saw the castle and the keep;
It is one way to travel cheap;
to board a train then fall asleep;

(the secret’s not to snore).

Richest Man In Town Wins Lottery

The richest man in town was
Arrogant and selfish
And we stayed away from him

Until he won the lottery
Then we galivanted to his house
Thinking he would share

Forgetting that your personality does not change
Just because you win a mere sixty-three million dollars

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