1956 Poems - Poems about 1956

They say a picture may paint a thousand words but I can't read what he wrote household paint poured onto a horizontal surface ain't what I call works of note splashed with no pre-planned end-result for art's sake to me does not art make known for his 'drip technique' yes he was a drip and no mistake yet a few of his spills...

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deliberate marks planned and executed with skill entire intention is depth without requirement spontaneous act/the decision everything else plays out with precision the creation of chaos whilst calm ...

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Orphans line up their brown shoes have yet to learn to be silent...

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The Air of a Different Century David J Walker And to think I remember days in 1956 Not that they mattered to anyone As young as me Only that the sky was clear and I breathed the air of different century where it rained on me in the fall and the snow was pure and fell on all who braved the winter storms...

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When the world was small my heroes were big living on a 12’’ screen the telephone operator knew me by name when the party line was open and free on Tuesdays it was the bread man on Wednesdays came meat Friday mornings the Fuller Brush man rang twice Saturdays were baseball, bleacher seats for a buck and on Sunday to church on my bike when...

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The Vinaceous Valentine 1956 As Remembered: by Tom 2-24-2020 Nothing hurt more than perfidy of this friend, I can still hear her words, “you are so uncouth.” but it didn’t take too long for my heart to mend, what rendered the pain, was that it wasn’t the truth. How refined could either be at age sixteen not old enough to avoid a tongue...

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SAMUEL SEYMOUR 1956 Concern for the man who fell out of the box, says this crackerjack kid, “someone help him.” Only five years old, Samuel Seymour would be the last surviving witness, nine decades later, who saw the man in the theater break a leg, not the good kind. “I was scared to death,” says the old man, letting the contestants on...

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1956 Newport to Bermuda Race In June, 89 sailboats at midday Left Newport and Narragansett Bay. We're on the way in a 635 mile race To Bermuda - a beautiful place. Light winds on the first day out Even sighted a large whale spout. Next morning at day light No other boats in sight. As there were none we could find. Are we ahead or...

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* Many years now since this very talented, very HUMAN guy left us … those holes never fill, and he is sorely missed. (This is a form I invented called “Tredicum Plus”. * ~ my brother ... you caught...

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Some promptly left and didn't return, Some chose to stay with concern showing. For a finer life perhaps the first did yearn, All building lives as families were growing. While additional left and later moved back, Renewing friendships, letting memories churn. Having tasted life the other side of the track, Sporadically, for School Reunions, others return. We've now grown older and some have...

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I was turning ten and learning the tricks The year was 1956 I remember that my mother cried The day that Tommy Dorsey died I still believed in Santa Claus James Dean was a Rebel without a cause Green Door was a rockin’ tune Patty sang about the Allegheny Moon Russia’s relation with Hungary thinned Gogi Grant sang The Wayward Wind Love was a many...

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