1957 Poems - Poems about 1957

3:10 to Yuma - 1957 Version Summary

Surviving in this kind of weather,
with a man made from chicken feather
causes me to sometimes wonder,
"Why does that dang fool hear thunder?"
I think we'd be better off instead
if that guy would come home dead.

Paterson, New Jersey December 1, 1957

Paterson, New Jersey December 1, 1957

Amidst the *****sapien species 
one anonymous baby birthed:
I recount one little known piece of news
which one young married couple did enthuse,
profusely doting on their first progeny.

Amelie Beth Harris
as imagined being born
courtesy her only brother
(thirteen plus months her junior)
with one final hefty contraction
her crown thrust out the birth canal
and she

City Life Circa 1957

City life, for kids, before the onslaught of helicopter parents and mandatory parental involvement in every aspect of growing up.  We played baseball, no umpires, the bases pieces of cardboard, scratched in dirt, or chalked on the pavement.  Four neighborhoods abutted each other.  We, the children of the game, formed teams, formed

1957- My Beginning

Wham-o’s old Pluto Platter,
gets a brand-new name.
Fred and Ethel say farewell,
Dick Clarke gets his fame.

The Cat in the Hat is born,
Bogie has moved on.
Hurricane Audrey rages,
while Paul meets with John.

Sputnik said that space is now,
the brand new frontier.
Russia’s I. C. B. M makes,
their intentions clear.

Four hundred officials killed,
by Vietcong hands.
Elvis starts his life behind,
the walls

May 1st 1957

It was 50 degrees in Carrolton 
the moment I took my first breath of air
At 8:40 PM he slapped my ass
Dr. Smith said to mom, “well lookie there”

It’s a boy to add to your collection
of crying kids that will need to be fed
Mama took one look and with a big smile
“well now I do declare”

Ready For the Nuclear Bomb In 1957

in the fifties, back in my school days, we hid under desks
anticipating the nuclear bomb we thought Russians were sending
not all of our body fit under there, but we still had to do it
Because if that bomb was coming, we wanted to be ready

What Kind of Car Is This

What kind of car is that? My eleven grandchildren scream.
It has driven by slowly, and it is my childhood dream.
a 1957 Chevy, sleek, black, full of chrome, I say.
Coveting the red leather seats as it drives slowly away.

It doesn’t look like any contraption we have ever seen!
I know this is true, I wave to the

Grandpa Calls Her Sarge

Mythical wizard hag sits on her haughty throne
Who is she? Some whisper, perhaps thinking crone.
Magical and mystical, she is rarely sitting alone.
Her power animals surround her, hoping for a bone.

She gets to make all their decisions, she is in charge.
Her ideas and ideals are incredibly worthy and large.
We know her as grandma, our grandpa calls

Christmas Catalog 1957

Christmas catalog 1957
We fought over it,
It was our way to heaven

Dreaming of this, that and the other.
Arguing until we were separated 
by our mother

We circled the things we wanted,
we two,
The whole toy catalog was circled
when we were through

Christmas catalog 1957,
it was a step closer
to Christmas heaven…..

Rock N Robin 1957

Dancing and hopping in a robin-like way
The medium sized bird gives happiness a swift play
I watch him in wonder, loving his tweet tweet tweet
He looks like a rock-and-roll dancer, he’s simply up beat.

The song from my childhood comes quickly to mind
As I see this darling birdie, he is so clever and kind.
Rock’n’Robbin sung in 1957

Biological Parents Minted Circa December 1st 1957

Biological parents minted circa December 1st, 1957

Amelie Beth Harris
fresh out womb blurted "ahoy"
melded as genetic
deoxynucleic acid alloy
awkward first time parents

natural affection did employ
Boyce and Harriet Harris
shed tears of joy,
and feted yearly birthdays,

thus much appreciation ye did buoy
bestowed unconditional love,
thus tis impossible mission
to compensate, thus thank... oh boy

so much financial, emotional debt
I Cain never be Abel

Patterson, New Jersey Circa December 1st, 1957

amidst cavorting delightfully, enjoying thorough
frolicking gingerly, foreign hick hating slo
hip-hopping insouciantly sustaining row

biological status quo
kvetching lamely moreso mother became pro
naturally physically rumbling, 
   heard all the way in Oslo

   supposedly twerking, undulating vivaciously
wantonly x2c wisely yielded – nada no
   zona pellucida anchored byte size seaman,
   potent embryonic

Anita 01-20-1957

Me.
Unique,

Strong,
Fragile old girl, gentle questioner,
unshakeable hand,
Curious eye, quiet ear.

The Reading of Villon Poems At West Berlin's Free University During the 1957-58 Winter Semester

The reading of Villon poems at West Berlin’s Free University, Winter Semester 1957-58
                          for Fleur Adcock (b. February 10, 1934)

	The hall was packed full, and the audience seemed particularly restless.

1957 Bored Out Corvette

I had just left the Fairgrounds Race Track with my dad,  where I won $13.00 on a nag whose name I forget and Dad won nothing, which mattered not since his goal was to 'celebrate' the night with his Candy Apple Red....newly bored out 1957 Chevrolet Corvette by timing it, while crossing Lake Pontchartrain's

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