Hats off to the 60s

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Risky potential in another file

Back row snog leads to a smoke

 

Down on the couch with my

Ticket to ride

Carrying yesterday second hand

Across finer memories across leafy roads

 

And cherish the richest poor child,

Wellies, winkle-pickers, sinking mud.

 

And Mary pondered these

Things in her heart –

Women are smiles. Love wears wellies.

Telephones are sexy. Children are dead.

 

A babe in arms, softly smoothed and cradled.

 

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Nigel Astell

Sat 19th Dec 2015 21:07

Now the rivers are flowing once again and the only way to stop the flood is leave the common market perhaps.

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John F Keane

Sat 19th Dec 2015 15:57

That is a great poem in its own right.

Enoch Powell's 'Rivers of Blood' speech was made in 1968, not the 70s:

http://www.telegraph.co.uk/comment/3643823/Enoch-Powells-Rivers-of-Blood-speech.html

Interesting that Powell spent two years in India as a young man yet never saw any contradiction between this and his own political position.

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Nigel Astell

Sat 19th Dec 2015 08:00

What Lies Beneath

The sixties
we remember
colourful music
free love
popular liberation.

Below surface
darkness hides
flowing unseen
till disturbed
forgotten heartaches.

Collage light
shines truth
poets telling
actual events
different format.

History books
manufactured words
acceptable viewpoints
without question
till now.

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