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Micro Sixty Eight

Think before you write,
write before you speak.

Categories: sixty eight, emotions, feelings, poetry, writing,
Form: Free verse

Sixty-Eight and Sixty-Nine

Sixty-eight and Sixty-nine
By Franklin Price
02/03/2022

In January sixty-eight, I was sent to Vietnam,
Was no internet back then, no Facebook, only Spam
I went to serve my country. Had signed the line in sixty-five
Going there to do my duty, prayed I'd be coming back alive

I left my spouse of two years, in the care of family.
On April first,

Categories: sixty eight, life,
Form: Couplet

Sixty Eight You Are Kidding

Sixty-eight! What the heck. I look in the mirror and see another me.
I am twelve inside. Can’t anyone else see? 
My sense of humor is hilarious just like it always was.
I am young at heart; I still run from the fuzz.

I am a giant cuddly peace-loving hippie, who did not make it to Woodstock.
I would

Categories: sixty eight, age,
Form: Rhyme

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

Sixty Eight Sheep

Sixty eight sheep dancing on my head
Wandering across my face, declaring me quite dead.
Sure they are little but mighty you see
They are fleecy and funny and tickling me.

Just count sheep my shrink said kissing me off.
I wanted to go; she had a giant Covid 19 cough.
Just count sheep, she said, with a wave of her

Categories: sixty eight, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Rhyme

Nineteen Sixty-Eight

Nineteen sixty-nine
By Franklin Price
5/22/2019

The year was nineteen sixty-nine
A year for change and to adjust
Had just returned from Viet Nam
Was alone, without much trust

Married when I went away
January sixty-eight
Received “Dear John” on April Fool
It's a long remembered date

Went to war to do my duty
My wife could not do without
By the time she wrote the letter
Was not

Categories: sixty eight, anniversary, marriage, relationship,
Form: Rhyme

Sixty Eight Weeks

Conversation with my four-year-old grandson Max.
“I cannot throw the ball one more time, Max. I am old.”
He glares at me. “No, you’re not.”
“I am. I really am.”
I throw the ball ten more times.
“I mean it Max, I have to stop. I am tired. I have a cough.”
“No you don’t.”
“Yes, I really do.”
He comes closer and

Categories: sixty eight, grandchild, grandfather, grandmother, grandparents,
Form: Light Verse

Fragment Sixty Eight Point 9

terrified that you might lose me
petrified with the "you and me"
yes, the best things in life are free
and from you i want to be free
 
we add, we remove and we keep
promises at times we don't keep
on you, on us, i'm losing sleep
i'm done counting a herd of sheep

Categories: sixty eight, anger, angst, freedom,
Form: Quatrain

Fragment Sixty Eight Point Two

in a series of stops and starts
on bouncing back and broken hearts
vicious cycle of love and hate
all you want can blame your fate

each time i close my eyes, i see
someone struggling, fighting, it's me

Categories: sixty eight, abuse, anger, angst, anxiety,
Form: Quatrain

Sixty Eight

SIXTY EIGHT

For years I’ve lived with being a soixante-huiter
Although my wardrobe’s more fastidious and neater
Those heady days are not beyond recall
The nights and days when we first did it all
But sober work and ethics have combined
To make a settled bed  my truest mind
And catalogues and dictionaries my woe
To understand what happened long ago
Far flung

Categories: sixty eight, adventure, education, emotions, giggle,
Form: Sonnet