Well, I actually grew up in the sixties. I feel very lucky, actually, that that was my slice of time that I was dealt. Let's remember that the real motivation in the sixties, and even in the fifties, was the Cold War.
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Multiple Choice: American Literature
please choose one only: Amy Lowell
1) played center for the Celtics in the sixties
2) conducted the Boston Symphony in a leotard, in the sixties
3) conducted the Boston Symphony, all in leotards, in the sixties
4) weighed 300 lbs. and smoked big black cigars
5) all of the above
poem by Morgan Michaels
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I'm a child of the sixties, I'm a man of the sixties. During that period of time this country was coming apart at the seams. We were in Southeast Asia. Good men were dying for America and for the Constitution.
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0325 Hip hippie hooray
All those 'Sixties hippies
are in their sixties now (..man) -
hope they ain't forgotten
life is just a wow (..man) ...
poem by Michael Shepherd
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How little those who are schoolgirls of today can realize what it was to be a schoolgirl in the fifties or the early sixties of the last century!
quote by Mary A. Ward
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This might be one way to start talking about differences between the early postmodern writers of the fifties and sixties and their contemporary descendants.
quote by David Foster Wallace
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Back in those days, in the fifties and sixties, countries had balance of payment's deficits or surpluses, those were reflected much more than today in movements of reserves among countries.
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A Former Rose Of Port Fairy
She was a former Rose of Port Fairy where the white waves of Pacific roll
But the years have left their mark upon her the years on us all do take toll
Though for one in her mid to late fifties she certainly does look okay
With anti ageing cream she hides time wrinkles and with brown dye she covers her gray
With primary school going grandsons and granddaughters her biological clock ticking away
Back in the late sixties to the mid seventies I heard one who knew her then say
That she was Port Fairy's finest though since then many a yesterday
And beauty of youth does not last long and prime beauty with one does not stay
In her fifties a two time divorcee she may give marriage one more try
The old saying of the third time lucky in her case who knows might apply
Love in her life once more has blossomed the joy of love is a marvellous thing
Her new love she met in October in the prime of Victoria's Spring
A former Rose of Port Fairy with brown dye she covers her gray
But time does take care of all beauty and time it keeps ticking away.
poem by Francis Duggan
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He Miss The Old Town
He miss the old town by the ocean and he misses the smell of the sea
And in his moments of nostalgia in fancy he hear and see
The silver gulls above the wide beach in small flocks they call as they fly
And the soft pipings of the sooty oystercatchers echo in the clear morning sky.
He was a young man of the sixties and young men they age and grow old
All year round he rode the big surf waves in a wet suit to keep out the cold
Till he wandered far from the ocean fell in love, married and settled down
An ageing dad with teenage daughters he lives in a big inland Town.
He is out of practice for surfing and he lives far from the ocean shore
A champion young surfer of the sixties perhaps he will surf never more
You can take the man from the ocean but the ocean does not leave the man
Though far from the roar of the surf waves he well may live out his time span.
He miss the old town by the ocean though he now might feel a stranger there
A champion young surfer of the late sixties till lust for wander it took him to elsehwere
in his imaginings he rides the big waves and on his face the ocean spray
And at heart he is a coastal person though from there he lives far away.
poem by Francis Duggan
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I knew that if I wrote a new book every six months or every year, if I continued to read great books, eventually I would write something worthy of publication. I understood I might be in my forties or my fifties or even my sixties, but I felt confident that it would happen.
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If you can remember anything about the sixties, you weren't really there.
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On A Message From Timothy MacSweeney
A message from Timothy MacSweeney a son of Dominic Mac
The proprieter of the Star Ballroom brought the old memories back
Of the long gone nineteen sixties and seventies when i was a young man
When on thursday nights I danced in the Star ballroom 'Where love stories began'.
Dominic's advertisment in the Cork examiner for The Star Club included the caption 'Where love stories begin'
If there were a prize for advertising originality this one would surely win
In the tough game of promoting entertainment Dominic did succeed
One well known and respected and a clever man indeed.
In the Star Ballroom in the sixties and seventies Ireland's best Showbands did play
Joe Dolan, The Royal, The Capitol and Big Tom all big names on their day
The Miami, The Champions and The Dixies, Larry Cunningham and Mick Del
Of the sixties and seventies I have good memories as memory serves me well.
A nice message from Timothy macSweeney one I have yet to meet
Took me back to the sixties and seventies to Duhallow and Millstreet
To the Star Ballroom on thursday night where we danced till after one
Our young years were our best years when all is said and done.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Memories Of The Irish Travellers
The travellers parked their horse drawn vans at the Shannaknock cross when I was a young boy
And recalling such good memories is a thing I still enjoy
And though their colorful Romany caravans are no longer to be seen
Good memories last a life time and we recall what has been.
I loved their colorful pinto horses with white patches through the brown
On March the first they bought and sold them at the horse fair in Millstreet Town
In the early sixties the increase on automobile traffic brought an end to the horse drawn van
And jeeps and motor vans became the transport of the born to wander clan.
At the cross road around their camp fire on a starry Winter's night
They played their tunes and sung their songs under the pale moonlight
And something lost forever that won't be found again
And only the fond memories of the past now does remain
Of Ireland in the fifties and the early sixties long before I reached my prime
When the travellers travelled in their horse drawn vans that is going back in time
They added so much colour to the green old countryside
As the byroads of the County they travelled far and wide.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Indian actress Padmini
Padmini, an actress from Kerala,
A heart throbs of Tamils for decades,
Breathed her last at 75 in 2006.
She was my sex symbol in my twenties.
She was my sex symbol at her fifties.
Her twenties’ image still lures me,
Even in my sixties and has played longest
In my fantasy. A better homage
She deserved, which Tamils failed to give.
26.09.2006.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Woman is like a mango
A girl is a mango infantile,
That tastes in pickles.
A lass is about ripe mango,
That tastes in curries.
A woman is a ripe mango,
That tastes with its flesh.
At forties as juice and at fifties
As jelly, she lingers to my taste.
Even in sixties, she is like mango-essence.
In seventies, as endosperm of its nut
She still taste though differently.
Woman to men is evergreen.
29.05.2001, Berhampur
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Lucky For You
Lucky I call you cus thats the way you make me feel.
Love in the air and the wind in my hair is makin me real.
Look out lucky theres a mountain in front of you.
And with a little luck well see it thru.
Whats lucky for me is lucky for you.
I used to think that luck was just another four letter word.
But now that I found you its the finest one Ive ever heard.
Do you see the stars now do you lucky?
Theyre not all that far, now are they lucky?
Whats lucky for you, is lucky for me,
And whats lucky for me, is lucky for you.
song performed by by Reo Speedwagon
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A Sad Fact!
Floating in the ocean of hallucination,
Running on the roads of sorrow and commotion,
Rowing in the streams of wasteful dreams,
Spending money in the Malls on empty beams,
Knowledge that possessed drown in cheap alcohol,
wise old human metamorphosed from clever young,
The younger days are spent on booze and weeds,
Human may stumble and stagger at late fifties.
Sick and unhealthy at sixties,
Worries as the companion,
To nurse the failures and despair.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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We Did It There
Every time I think Ive got you figured out
Every time I think Ive got you in a chinese box.
Every time I think I have got you nailed to the cross again...
Youre still happy, now...!
Every time I think Ive gotten you everything.
Every time I remember somewhere we have been.
Every time I think that I have reintroduced you to my life...
Youre still glowing, now...!
We did it there! we did it there!
We did it there! we did it there!
Every time look I see another place.
When I look at you I see another face.
Every time I feel that Ive been melted into a pool of blood...
Youre still glowing, yeah...!
Every time I see a place that we have been.
When I think of you I think of what we did.
Every time I look at you I cannot seem to feel prepared...
Youre still glowing, yeah...!
We did it there! we did it there!
We did it there! we did it there!
Ordinary furniture.
Ordinary room.
Glowing still for
Glowing just like you...!
We did it there.
(we did it there.)
We did it there.
(we did it there.)
We did it there.
(we did it there.)
We did it we did it... there!
We did it there! we did it there!
Things will never be the same
At each and every place place weve been!
We did it there we did it there!
That place will ever be the same!
Did something there where we have been.
Theres cruelty in the memory!
We did it there we did it there!
Every time I see another place where we have been.
It becomes a second temple.
Praying to our sins.
We did it there! we did it there!
We did it there! we did it there!
We did it there.
(we did it there.)
We did it there.
(we did it there.)
We did it there.
(we did it there.)
We did it we did it... there!
Bright moonshine.
Whered my dream go?
Loves all gone.
Where did my lucky star go?
Where did my lucky star go?
Whered my girl go?
Loves all gone.
Whered that girl go?
Where did my lucky star go?
Where did my lucky star go?
Had a life.
Lifes gone now.
Wheres that thing go?
Where did my lucky star go?
Where did my lucky star go?
Had some sex.
Sex gone now.
Whered that sex go?
Where did my lucky star go?
Where did my lucky star go?
Yeah...
Yeah....
Oh yeah!!!
Where did my lucky star go?
Where did my lucky star go?
Yeah...
Yeah....
Oh yeah!!!
Where did my lucky star go?
Where did my lucky star go?
We did it like rabbits.
While on fire.
...falling in my arms again.
We did it like that.
We did it like that.
We did it there
We did it there
We hide society from our sins.
We did it there
We did it there
We did it we did it there.
Every time I think Ive got you figured out
Every time I think Ive got you in a chinese box.
Every time I think I have got you nailed on the cross again...
Youre still glowing now!
Every time I see a place that we have been.
When I think of you I think of what we did.
Every time I look at you I cannot seem to feel prepared...
Youre still glowing, yeah...!
We did it there we did it there!
That place will ever be the same!
Did something there where we have been.
Theres cruelty in the memory!
We did it there we did it there!
Every time I think I love you,
I remember burning embers.
Makes me dizzy.
Glowing embers.
I remember.
Were so sweaty.
Altogether I remember!
Jeans undone, sweating face.
I remember I remember.
Moving slow, sweating bullets.
Glowing embers.
I remember...
Were on fire were on fire.
Glowing face and smelly breath.
song performed by by Oingo Boingo
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IF I Ever Feel
If i ever refuse to shine,
Their pampering i remember and all gets fine
If i ever fall somewhere down the lane,
Their arms i remember and forget all pain
If i ever feel puzzled,
Their love i remember and come out unstruggled
If i ever feel low
Their strive i remember and gets a new glow
If i ever feel alone
Their support i remember and stand like a stone
If i ever feel of committing any crime
Their humbleness i remember and get pure like a holy divine
If i ever feel voted down
Their motivation i remember and come out like a warrior of town
If i ever feel get infatuated
Their cuddle i remember and scot free undefeated
If i ever feel like meeting a holy divine
Their faces i remember and glitter like a sunshine
poem by Kishor Pathak
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Robert (Rocky) Bates
Where do we start, where do we stop
putting together divine words of sincerity
for a man of integrity, intelligent, witty,
admired by his peers, family and friends.
Our families came together on the
Sandfields Estate late fifties early sixties,
though from different backgrounds,
we bonded instantly in childhood
and were known as Rocky, Ti, Jolly, and Pixie.
The history of our childhood became a ten-plate
toward the development of our adulthood
and through our childhood bonding
it became apparent, in who we are today.
There is no manual on the shelves,
to show how we should proceed
but we knew how to treat each other.
That is a rare commodity in how to
navigate friendship unconditionally.
Nov 2012
poem by Alex Sarich
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How Long?
Its five oclock
In the afternoon
Somebodys playing
A sixties tune on the radio
A lazy wind tumbles
Down the street
It shakes the dust up
With the summer heat
Where the people go...
In fancy town
Where nothings real
They dont consider
What you feel
In fancy town
Its black & white
They close their minds
They say
Wrong is right
How long
Will your love
Hold on
To stay strong enough
In fancy town
The attitude
Could strip you bare
Like frozen food
A ship of fools
In a crazy choir
Is gonna take you home
And light your fire
In fancy town
Where nothings real
They dont consider
What you feel
In fancy town
Its black & white
They close their minds
They say
Wrong is right
How long
Will your love
Hold on
To stay strong enough
A deck of cards
In perfect black
Like cold cement
On the pavement cracks
Where lovers steal
And beg for time
And doctors sign
On the dotted line...
song performed by by Eurythmics
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