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1955 Poems - Poems about 1955


Albert Einstein, 1879-1955
Altho' it's not E=mc squared, Albert was heard to theorise when he declared, "Carrots are relatively good for the eyes, it's a fact they'll make you see well and look good too, I'm blinding you with science, not a hoodoo or voodoo act." He then asserted, with a wicked grin, "It only hurts when you put them in." ...

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Categories: 1955, celebrity, confidence, humorous, science,
Form: Rhyme
The Golden Age of Sound 1955 to 1975
The jukebox glowed, the records spun.. A brand-new age had just begun. From ‘55 to ‘75, Music soared, it came alive. The blues and jazz still held their ground.. But rock and roll had found its sound. Elvis shook and stole the stage.. Chuck Berry wrote the rebel’s page. Doo-wop harmonies so tight.. Made the fifties feel so right. Sock hops, drive-ins, rhythm strong.. Teenage dreams...

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Categories: 1955, dance, journey, memory, music,
Form: Rhyme



Digging Graves Circa 1955
No mechanical diggers digging Standard oblong shaped holes The only effort needed being To manipulate the controls. We dug our graves by hand And the sweat of our brow A craft that seems outdated And no longer any use now. Each grave was dug to An Individual coffin’s shape With an allowance made for The handles and the rope No deviation of the sides by Even the...

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Categories: 1955, death, funeral, tribute,
Form: Rhyme
Le Mans 1955
Its history was written in tragedy The period to the last sentence —was death (The New Room: November, 2020)...

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Categories: 1955, death,
Form: Free verse
December First 1955
i was tired physically and mentally long drives controlling haemorrhoids christmas presents cards quarrelling wife fighting children demanding boss dwindling pay i am tired cold and windy murky light cleveland avenue six pm i notice she was there again in the first of the reserved elegant and beautiful quiet calm and serene third stop empire theater we are getting crowded i need to ask them to get up for the...

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Categories: 1955, history,
Form: I do not know?



1955
I am a prophet of peace, A procurer of leaves; Catcher of breeze. Visions of thieves? No such disease I live in the trees. Free from taxes and fees. Share it with me? Comparatively, believe unless you're bereaved to heave a shiv into thine rift of sand that sifts. I do uplift my fist to the outspoken of wrist to tap, even if a twit, on this pit, the internet skit....

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Categories: 1955, freedom,
Form: Free verse
1955 Was a Very Good Year
1955 Was a Very Good Year By Elton Camp A better year in my life I have never seen Because, back then, I was only age fifteen Nobody I knew had, at that time, ever died Any problems of the world I could brush aside Nearly eight millions cars were sold in the USA And never before had they been styled that...

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Categories: 1955, nostalgia, old, old,
Form: Rhyme
Cubbie Worker 1955
Cubbie worker… So you worked on an out station on Cubbie… Saw the cattle tracks and also the sheep … You were only a poor boundary rider … On your straw bed the hut you did sleep… The Manager ate in the dining room …. Jackaroo's, silk shirts and ties were so neat… Station workers they ate in the kitchen… The rest of...

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Categories: 1955, angst
Form: Ballad
The Ghost of 1955
The Ghost of 1955 He was headed East of Eden, But he never did arrive, For he had to die so he could live In nineteen fifty-five. He was heading toward Salinas On that highway all alone. He was dying, trying hard to find The peace he’d never known. Now he was a famous actor Living every part he played, Like a rebel...

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Categories: 1955, history
Form: I do not know?
Montreal 1955
A dampened spray; a slapping sheet Tar and gravel; my bare feet A windy view of rooftop world The deeping sky with clouds unfurled An outlined fort of broken bricks A winding lane of artists' tricks The army of the parking lot Wanders home, its battles fought A Sunday park, an emerald pond The chalt's view, a city's song A parkbench lunch; the marble shrine A...

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Categories: 1955, nostalgia, sky,
Form: Ballad

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