1920 Poems - Poems about 1920

I am the roaring twenties And the cotton club. I am Al Capone and his Thugs. I am the rise of Joseph Stalin. I am the age of science And penicillin. I am Walt Disney and Mickey Mouse. I am...

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They must be rich and exotic, we neighbors surmised. They had gorgeous raccoon coats, a huge surprise. Drove automobile that cost more than my house. I see flash of a luxurious expensive silk blouse. When they moved in, they elevated the rest of us. We tried to act normal, without much of a fuss. But they were ritzy, and we were...

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Illinois, Winter of 1920 Fair crystal-like turquoise crowns o'er heartland while townsfolk are quite briefed on purchasing, for those who dressed warmly had only planned, meant shopping, browsing, eat-out ere praying. While townsfolk are quite briefed on purchasing, comparing, what's-in, plus what's-not, prattling, meant shopping, browsing, eat-out ere praying, stained-glass color-filled lights, and choir singing. Comparing, what's-in, plus what's-not, prattling, whilst child-filled dreams on pews...

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Joe Licon 1904-1920 Who was that coughing at my side? Which of my manly pallbearers Leaned upon my casket On that distant funeral day? Who was it that yawned, Loudly, sleepily, lazily, On the day they covered my bones with dry dirt, Here in the comfortable darkness, Of shadowy Mt. Olive Cemetery? Who was it that said: “I will miss him,” Even when he began tapping his...

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Dennis Cummings 1844-1920 To my friends of the 41st Infantry! My men, my brave brothers from Wisconsin, are invited! Invited RSVP to my domesticated, but dignified digs On south Milton Street in Whittier town, There, above the tracks of the Southern Pacific There, surrounded by my better half’s tulips and pumpkins There, surrounded by unequivocal respect and love Of my loyal and nagging better...

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Her heart pounded like the zulu drum She knew the tradition Her friend died from there when the sailed the boat and left her on that punishment island In Kigezi its like that The neighborhood is even worse where her cousin got married A pregnant woman is thrown down the cliff by a blood brother Its a tradition that was brought...

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Chris Risum 1865 – 1920 She was the only woman who listened to me. The only lady who cared enough to care. For within my own dead marriage I was sadly alone, pathetically ignored and ridiculed. For while I was alive, I was an afflicted man. A man dead inside himself. A man endlessly looking for absolutely nothing to find. With clenched fists and...

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