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Please enjoy these wonderful entries and vote for your favorites.  Everyone has 3 votes.  Voting closes on Saturday, August 20th.

# 1, Concrete Found Poem
2 (4.7%)
# 2, Janis Rolling
2 (4.7%)
# 3, From an X'r
1 (2.3%)
# 4, Spirit of the 60s
4 (9.3%)
# 5, 64
3 (7%)
# 6, BAM!
2 (4.7%)
# 7, Thoughts from the Sixties
7 (16.3%)
# 8, Poetry Challenge #141
9 (20.9%)
# 9, Be Golden
8 (18.6%)
# 10, Generation Gap
2 (4.7%)
# 11, Under the Eve
3 (7%)

Total Members Voted: 14

Voting closed: August 20, 2016, 01:21:58 PM

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Offline REW

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Vote: Presentation of the entries for Poetry Challenge # 141
« on: August 09, 2016, 01:21:58 PM »
# 1, Concrete Found Poem








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# 2, Janis Rolling


Oh Lord wonít you sign me up for a Tesla Model 3
Elon Musk promises to make it affordable, for you and for me
Worked hard all my life for wheels of electricity
So Lord, wonít you sign me up a Tesla Model 3

Oh Lord wonít you cash or credit me a Flatscreen TV
The game shows havenít changed since the early 60ís
Match Game, Jeopardy, and Tell the Truth are my favorite 3
So Lord wonít you cash or credit me a Flatscreen TV

Oh Lord wonít you please send me power for Pokemon Go
Me, Pikachu and friends are ready to roll
I wait at the gyms with many a pedophile in tow
So Lord wonít you please send me power for Pokemon Go

Oh Lord wonít you tell me the results of the next election
Did nazi it coming who could become the next president
The hate and fear-mongering is a joke dividing this nation
Nevermind Lord donít you tell the results of the next election

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# 3, From an X'r

Lies and lines, divisions,
hardhats and hippies,
hawks and tie-dyed dreamersó
no one stopped, no one looked around.

Did you change the world
when you traded-in the VW for a Volvo,
put a Greenpeace sticker on the SuV?

Did you stop the fat generals
from dropping their bombs?

Fuck you, and fuck the world
you thought you wanted,
but thank you for the music
and the drugs are awesome.

My son is off fighting
somewhere in the desert.
I hear Vietnamís economy
is on the rise.

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# 4, Spirit of the 60s

For me the spirit of the 60's was usually rum,
and plenty of it.  Far more reliable than drugs.
Leaving school, finding a job, learning a trade.

My teachers lied to me.

'You'll look back on your schooldays
as the happiest days of your life.'

"Great,"  I said.  "So it's all downhill now."
'That's not what we mean', they argued.
"Probably not.  But it's what you said."

But there was restlessness in the air,
a feeling of change and opportunity,
and it wasn't just hormones and joss sticks,
Free Love, and 'putting it to the man'.

I always suspected the revolution was doomed,
my mind was more attuned to an apocalypse.
Tie-dyed shirts and beads were still a uniform.
The storm-troopers of peace and love
were as reassuring as The Hitler Youth.
Different creed but the same blind faith.

The times they are a changing,
but aren't they always?
Some of us live in a voluntary time warp,
comfortably sanitised by passing years,
remembering in slogans or song titles.

Fighting for peace is like fucking for virginity,
which is why The Masters of War decentralised
and run it as a franchise these days.

At the end of the 60's I was on The Island,
watching Hendrix caper like a madman...
 
Up on Devastation Hill, behind the arena,
Like a line from Donovan's Try For The Sun ,
I huddled under my blanket with a wasted chick,
helped her cook up her shot in a smoke-blackened spoon,
helped her spike-up when her hands shook too much
to find a usable vein amongst the tracks.
I've always felt a bit bad about that,
although it seemed the right thing at the time.
But at least the needle was sharp.

I didn't want what she offered as gratitude,
which puzzled her no end.
But I held the dusty stranger as she nodded off
and Jimi rampaged All Along The Watchtower.
Later I shared my last sandwich with her
and that felt more like me.

It's one two three what are we fighting for?
And nearly fifty years later I still ask the same question.

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# 5, 64

From Bournemouth to Margate,
shopfronts were smashed and
golden sands soiled
as mods and rockers rampaged
from streets to beaches,
raining blows on heads
with knives and deckchairs

as childrenís sandcastles
were trampled and soaked in blood

and fathers,
trying to forget
their own bloody scenes
on Normandyís  bullet-strafed beaches,
shook their fists and despaired.

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# 6, BAM!

Sister Sonia writes
the curves of she in
 Her Renaissance,
 come. Push
through word canals
loosed in Summertime,
vibe and beat- -
birth of a Woman,
Black.
Our brother Huey
loaded to the brim
with marching California
classrooms. Burn peace
with Angela Davis'
 studies of the human
condition and
 pray the bombs hit
something, this time:
BAM! boom! BAM!

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# 7, Thoughts from the Sixties
  

#1
I am no longer a tree
damn

shit
wears off.


#2
Get Clean for Gene!
wears off too.

Watermelon Sugar
washes off

and seriously

can you
really hear the warm?


#3
Rob believed
only his fingerprints
could speak.

Jant believed eyes
were windows to her soul
any eyes, your eyes.


#4
Abby Hoffman pants.


#5
John Sinclair got ten years
for two joints.

Bobby, Huey
and Angela

Free them all.


#6
Marie dressed in calico,
let the hair on her legs go.

At night she danced
hands celestially raised

finally in surrender.  


#7
Zig knew dogs
teeth rife with plaque
but never cavities.

A Toothpaste Conspiracy,
heíd say -

like the FBI and CIA
in Dallas, Memphis . . . in L.A.


#8
For weeks that May
you couldnít pause in the library
or cafeteria without becoming

part of a bomb plot.


#9
Strobe lights, black lights
my hands donít do this
with stems and seeds,
just peyote please.


#10
Busted in D.C.
To stop the fuckiní war.
In my head.


#11
Your choice
how real the deal -
draft, prison, Canada.

Oh the soldier bars
in Saigon

Oh the Ex-Pat bars in
Vancouver.


#12
Less is more
small is beautiful

stop the war

dodge the fuzz.


#13
A photo in a journal -
a flower in a rifle barrel:

Let a Hundred Flowers Bloom.


#14
We resolved to get stoned
every day of January

but took a breather
in late April.

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# 8, Poetry Challenge #141

That was me, you said, your finger
sliding along the line of girls in tiny skirts
and resting on the smallest white microskirted
teenager with bobbed hair and awkward pose
and if I squint I see you
just about
I overlay your 60-something face
all lines and lessons learned
atop that young girl

I wear your dress, bold black and white
swirls, retrieved from the back of your cupboard
for my friendís fancy dress sixties themed do
and you stop me, say no, you need a flower
in your hair, I went to San Francisco once
and I wore a flower in my hair

and your face is lost
and you cut a camellia to pin in place
and you pull out the record player
and play me your song
and I see you, 16, sat next to me
and I want to know you

you tell me you cried once for
three days and told the doctor
what your mum did
and he said no
I know your mum
stop telling stories

and I know granny but
I donít know your mum
and I donít know that you

and every song I hear
every film I watch
from the swinging sixties
I try to paint you in
with the tiniest skirt in school
with a flower in your hair
with tears in your eyes.

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# 9, Be Golden

Maybe the jar tips over
and honey runs from the table
to the floor and spreads out.

Maybe ants come running
and surround the spectacle
as the sun glints it all golden.

No way all of that ever goes
back into a jar on the table.

No way the world ever goes
back to the way it was.

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# 10, Generation Gap

Two more tokes and finally
the drum beat fades -
cut your hair cut your hair cut your hair.
Let it go, slam the doors . . .  
Ooh - better idea - crank up the Doors -

Break On Through to the other side,
break, break, break on through.  Crank
the volume! Shake and rumble the floors!

The parents call it escape -
yeah, escape to freedom. Getting out
from my room in the basement is like
Escape from East Germany, but Iím good

I can march to this music Ė
Half a lid, half a lid, half a lid onward!

The gait is straight
deep and wide
find me love
on the other
side

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# 11, Under the Eve

Been on a rocket for so long
thumb up my butt  
through four decades of time,
always on the eve
have we always been on the eve
of destruction?

Is it just me?

I guess an eve lasts a while
to give us ample chance
stop the end.

Itís been too long now,
surely has begun.
The guitars arenít strumming anymore.
Mud has dried.
Picked flowers for hair have died.
Does anyone bother with slogans,
white picket signs anymore?
Are they all just white picket fences, the American dream?

Police are not interested in body cameras for free.
Martin Luther King is dead.
Bill Cosby is not a leader, not the positive role model we thought,
100 honorary degrees rescinded.
95 percent of the adults I meet are bitches
or swollen assholes
white black brown red purple yellow donít matter.
Is it me?

Someone slipped me LSD?
I see an orange man for president on TV
I hate Oprah but Iíd rather her the first woman president.
Is it me?

Oh how folks like to bang their expensive crafty gavels
and judge
wearing fine shoes never hand-me-downs anotherís worn.
Is it just me?

Have ďweĒ a country ever not been at war?
What? What not for?

My thighs are tired,
fist under rump
gripping this doom cylinder.
Only since the 70ís for me,
we are all just hanging
each new generation hopping on
having traveled so very far,
and now we are back to where we started from.

History repeats itself
but not bell bottoms,
been waiting for them to come back,
feel like I missed something not being in 1960.

Shut the fuck up all of you.
Ask not what your country can do for you.
Ask what you can do for your country.

Ask what you can do for this world,
for your next door neighbor
a friend
a stranger
someone you are afraid of.
Put down your selfie stick and listen.
Copy?  Over and out.
Your Facebook status is what?

What is all killing for?
I donít know.
Why is the rain blood?
I donít know, but itís time
start fighting without violence.
Now, right now!
I have a dream
before it is too late.
I have a dream.
It is almost too late.
We are under the eve
under the eve
of destruction.
This isnít a rocket ship.
Itís a bomb!
But I think you already knew that;
you just didnít care because you thought
you are immune,
so you watch it in the sky from the ground
head tilted twirling
round and round
the thumb stuck up your ass.
Copy? Over and out.

These burdens dig into my shoulders
Iíd like to burn my bra.
Maybe it is just me?

I canít decipher words.
I see a screaming shrew.
I remember a stained blue dress,
a pack of lies
I did not have sexual relations with that woman.
A man can cheat,
but a president and an intern
displays a disturbing lack of ethics
Öchain of emails
to be busted into by the Russians.

Someone resurrect John F. Kennedy
If his spirit could talk, he would say,
ďWe _ _ _ _ _ _.Ē
Who can you trust if you canít trust yourself?
We are on the eve
No we are under the eve
ďOh God,Ē is that okay to say anymore?
We are under the eve of destruction.
Is it really just me?

I will do what I can.
My thumb I have taken out.
I canít do it alone.
Shit stained thumbs, thumbs up
join in, join in
wash your hands
index and middle finger
face the camera face the world
with a clean letter V.
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Re: Sticky: Vote: Presentation of the entries for Poetry Challenge # 141
« Reply #1 on: August 09, 2016, 11:32:46 PM »
WOW!

These are wonderful! 
Thank you REW for the great prompt,
And thank you poets.
This summer is HOT!
Life isn't always pretty,
but colour won't hurt you

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Re: Sticky: Vote: Presentation of the entries for Poetry Challenge # 141
« Reply #2 on: August 10, 2016, 06:46:27 PM »
What a wonderfully wide spread from a single subject.
My website is currently having a holiday, but will return like the $6,000,000 man.  Bigger, stronger, etc.

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Re: Sticky: Vote: Presentation of the entries for Poetry Challenge # 141
« Reply #3 on: August 10, 2016, 11:29:35 PM »
Yes I must say I was very pleased by the variety. I also have to say that my horizons were certainly broadened from my concept of the era by reading these selections.

And above all, I was just super excited to have entries come in.  Thank you all again who participated with your 1960's reflections!
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Re: Sticky: Vote: Presentation of the entries for Poetry Challenge # 141
« Reply #4 on: August 11, 2016, 03:16:22 PM »
Wow I see three poems have really pulled ahead for a strong lead, and a close race it is betweent those 3!

People still have a leisurely amount of time to vote before the close.

I look forward to knowing the outcome!  :)
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Re: Sticky: Vote: Presentation of the entries for Poetry Challenge # 141
« Reply #5 on: August 12, 2016, 04:27:51 PM »
Congrats on such a fun contest, REW. :)

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Re: Sticky: Vote: Presentation of the entries for Poetry Challenge # 141
« Reply #6 on: August 15, 2016, 11:40:16 AM »
I agree about the variety of styles. :)

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Re: Sticky: Vote: Presentation of the entries for Poetry Challenge # 141
« Reply #7 on: August 15, 2016, 05:59:08 PM »
Congrats on such a fun contest, REW. :)

Thanks.  But really it was the people who entered who made it happen  :)
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Re: Sticky: Vote: Presentation of the entries for Poetry Challenge # 141
« Reply #8 on: August 15, 2016, 05:59:46 PM »
So close still!!!
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Re: Sticky: Vote: Presentation of the entries for Poetry Challenge # 141
« Reply #9 on: August 18, 2016, 06:42:31 PM »
Hi,

I had an extended voting period due to my schedule.  I am happy with the number of voters, but wanted to remind you that voting is closing soon, the eve of Saturday.

So if you have not voted, get your vote in please.  Thank you to the entrants, the voters, and any combination there of!
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Re: Sticky: Vote: Presentation of the entries for Poetry Challenge # 141
« Reply #10 on: August 18, 2016, 07:43:33 PM »
With two front-runners and third place only a little behind a few more votes could still turn things on their head.
My website is currently having a holiday, but will return like the $6,000,000 man.  Bigger, stronger, etc.

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Re: Sticky: Vote: Presentation of the entries for Poetry Challenge # 141
« Reply #11 on: August 19, 2016, 05:37:17 AM »
Great prompt Russ and the entries are every bit as thought provoking and disturbing as the 60's. Nice job Folks!
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Re: Sticky: Vote: Presentation of the entries for Poetry Challenge # 141
« Reply #12 on: August 19, 2016, 09:59:11 PM »
The clock is ticking...still time to vote!  It ain't midnight yet Eastern time.
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