It Was 1969
- The First Time
(nam lamore, may 2005)
They held their breath,
I took a deep breath,
They were on a new world,
I was new to this world,
They marveled at the vastness,
I trembled in my nakedness,
They were all alone in the dark,
I was embraced with open arms,
They wept for Man's first steps,
I cried for the joy of my first days,
The first men walked on the moon,
When I was born in 1969.
another point of view ...
POEM 1:
They held their breath,
They were on a new world,
They marveled at the vastness,
They were all alone in the dark,
They wept for Man's first steps,
The first men walked on the moon.
POEM 2:
I took a deep breath,
I was new to this world,
I trembled in my nakedness,
I was embraced with open arms,
I cried for the joy of my first days,
I was born.
jadedmaniac: hey! thanks for reading it .. i never what kinda reception i get when i publish poetry. it's so personal to share, know what i mean? and this one is more personal than most .. as you can imagine!
truejerseygirl: gosh, thanks! i can't really say what 'tone' i had in mind when i wrote it/them; but it seems that sentimental is the dominant emotion that's coming through. i think i was just going after factual, linear coincidental year of the event!
canadian dude: glad you liked it. i can't write prose, really .. but i can fake it really well. it looks like you might have a haiku in the making!
canadian dude: oh, i heard from an esteemed source that .. how was it put .. oh yes .. I’m [canadian dude] hung like a horse .. some of the other visitors here might be interested in more private conversation with you .. head over to his blog now (now!) for the full details.
Great poem! my brother was also born in 1969 - I'll have to tell him about this poem, he'll get a kick reading it. - Steve
1969? I think we might be the same age. I always look at 1969 as the bloody end of the 60's. I think I have read to much about the 60's movements. I do enjoy telling people I was there in the 60's.
Those blend so well together, and the photo you chose is perfect.
It is such an awesome thing to think of man on the moon, but also an awesome thing when a new person is born to take step on earth.
It is so cool that you share your gift with us all, thanks. :)
mquest: i love it that i was born in the 60's -- even if it's the very end of the 60's! though i've missed the 60's movements, i was able to recreated and participated in some of the idealism as a student in santa cruz and living in the bay area!
if we are the same age, then you are far more mainstream than i am! i have yet to have children .. thought about it, but then reality sets in!
anonymous: hope he enjoys it!
love hurts: hey glad you enjoyed it! and to think i didn't put much effort into it! think what i can do if i applied myself! ah, more day-dreaming!
canadian dude: i can neither confirm nor deny your statement.
peri: thank you. i do like the blended poem; and, if you notice, unlike all other lines only the last couple of lines are combined and changed to actually unite the two separate poems.
oh, that image is just stock photo at one of the free photo sites. i think it does put into perspective how small we are in the universe. are we alone? ... the mothership won't allow me to answer that conclusively.
Nam: Thanks for the compliment.. if the traffic gets too heavy.. I'll set-up a four-way stop or maybe a traffic light if it really takes off.
Was just looking at the pic... and reminds me of the whole universe. Says in 7 billion years, the earth will explode. But then again, its far from where we are now...
Your poem is nice... though you talked about the men who first walked in the moon, you showed certain vulnerability in it.
canadian dude: you have a fun blog, just keep the pigeon away from me!
the dutched pinay: if cryogenic takes off like it's predicted .. 7 billion years is just a blink away! i do think there is some vulnerability in that exploration .. just never know what will turn up. more importantly, i think it is telling of how much more we need to learn of the world around us, and appreciate the wonders of the universe.
speak up!
Nam LaMore
POEM 1:
They held their breath,
They were on a new world,
They marveled at the vastness,
They were all alone in the dark,
They wept for Man's first steps,
The first men walked on the moon.
POEM 2:
I took a deep breath,
I was new to this world,
I trembled in my nakedness,
I was embraced with open arms,
I cried for the joy of my first days,
I was born.
Nam LaMore
jadedmaniac: hey! thanks for reading it .. i never what kinda reception i get when i publish poetry. it's so personal to share, know what i mean? and this one is more personal than most .. as you can imagine!
Nam LaMore
truejerseygirl: gosh, thanks! i can't really say what 'tone' i had in mind when i wrote it/them; but it seems that sentimental is the dominant emotion that's coming through. i think i was just going after factual, linear coincidental year of the event!
canadian dude: glad you liked it. i can't write prose, really .. but i can fake it really well. it looks like you might have a haiku in the making!
Nam LaMore
canadian dude: oh, i heard from an esteemed source that .. how was it put .. oh yes .. I’m [canadian dude] hung like a horse .. some of the other visitors here might be interested in more private conversation with you .. head over to his blog now (now!) for the full details.
Great poem! my brother was also born in 1969 - I'll have to tell him about this poem, he'll get a kick reading it. - Steve
Unknown
1969? I think we might be the same age. I always look at 1969 as the bloody end of the 60's. I think I have read to much about the 60's movements. I do enjoy telling people I was there in the 60's.
Those blend so well together, and the photo you chose is perfect.
It is such an awesome thing to think of man on the moon, but also an awesome thing when a new person is born to take step on earth.
It is so cool that you share your gift with us all, thanks. :)
Nam LaMore
mquest: i love it that i was born in the 60's -- even if it's the very end of the 60's! though i've missed the 60's movements, i was able to recreated and participated in some of the idealism as a student in santa cruz and living in the bay area!
if we are the same age, then you are far more mainstream than i am! i have yet to have children .. thought about it, but then reality sets in!
anonymous: hope he enjoys it!
Nam LaMore
love hurts: hey glad you enjoyed it! and to think i didn't put much effort into it! think what i can do if i applied myself! ah, more day-dreaming!
canadian dude: i can neither confirm nor deny your statement.
Nam LaMore
peri: thank you. i do like the blended poem; and, if you notice, unlike all other lines only the last couple of lines are combined and changed to actually unite the two separate poems.
oh, that image is just stock photo at one of the free photo sites. i think it does put into perspective how small we are in the universe. are we alone? ... the mothership won't allow me to answer that conclusively.
Nam: Thanks for the compliment.. if the traffic gets too heavy.. I'll set-up a four-way stop or maybe a traffic light if it really takes off.
Jo Travels
Was just looking at the pic... and reminds me of the whole universe. Says in 7 billion years, the earth will explode. But then again, its far from where we are now...
Your poem is nice... though you talked about the men who first walked in the moon, you showed certain vulnerability in it.
Nam LaMore
canadian dude: you have a fun blog, just keep the pigeon away from me!
the dutched pinay: if cryogenic takes off like it's predicted .. 7 billion years is just a blink away! i do think there is some vulnerability in that exploration .. just never know what will turn up. more importantly, i think it is telling of how much more we need to learn of the world around us, and appreciate the wonders of the universe.
speak up!
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