1958 Poems - Poems about 1958

Enchants, “Dors, mon amour,” night of romance. Long ago, he crooned, put hearts in a trance. André Claveau, nearing fifty years old, effulgence of French lips, Eurovision’s gold. Some audience, annoyed, at love’s deep sleep - need be left alone, or for love to leap… The words, that poetically churn, nonsense to the incensed, these verses of suspense. Sleep, my love - will...

Continue reading...

Hillary drives a vehicle to the south pole, Gibson gives us the Flying V. In football we can now score an extra two points, and Legos blocks first hit the street. 50 inches of snow on Mason Dixon line, no one makes baseball’s Hall of Fame. This new Velcro stuff will hold on to things just fine, Alaska is newest state name....

Continue reading...

In love- we married young- my dear Marine and I. We moved from North to South to settle in the home which housed our little nest- June- nineteen fifty-eight. My poems honor this. But, I was not prepared for visions- oh, so sad- by me, not seen before; the sins of racism. The dual waiting rooms, restrooms, drinking fountains; each bus split- front and back. Divided schools and church; most...

Continue reading...

1958 Bikini bottom All sponges rotten The people have left Though the holes remain Swim suites in celebration Propaganda in every state Love that bombed a hate Because of their guns They are the great Still poor bikini island Where once the people thrived Now thanks to that Uncle Sam And his cheerful children That lowly hydrogen weapons The island is left in radiation seasons And all those soldiers could scream...

Continue reading...

TRAIN – 1958 On a warm summer evening at North Philadelphia Station the 6:19 on track three, the "Spirit of Saint Louis-Limited" from Penn Station New York, Newark and Trenton bound for Thirtieth Street, Paoli, Lancaster, Harrisburg Altoona, Pittsburgh, Columbus, Cincinnati Indianapolis and Saint Louis Twenty cars of elegance named Raritan Susquehanna, Shenandoah, Delaware…follow the sleek GG1 that is “Pennsy” power and speed on the north Jersey...

Continue reading...

I set the clock to 1958, and raced to Desilu Studios. Lucy and Desi both greeted me; I played with Little Ricky. They took me home with them after the day’s taping. We sat by the pool and laughed about everything. They are much more fun in person than on TV. I asked them a zillion questions, and they answered...

Continue reading...

The feet of twenty cousins were trampling and pounding the floor As my Aunt Pearl's house trembled and suddenly became smaller. We were racing with the games of 'who could find who' behind the door While munchkin toddlers all dressed up waddled or became crawlers. Outside peering in surrounding the commotion, stood horses, pigs, hens and cows Who seemed overtaken...

Continue reading...

1958 Song Hits All I Have To Do Is Dream Night or day Dreamin' life away Do You Want To Dance Under the moonlight through the night Who's Sorry Now Sad and blue Cried over you Poor Little Fool Lied to me Won her victory Book Of Love Meaning of romance One more chance My True Love Send a love From heaven above Endless Sleep To the shore Gone forever more Twilight Time Days...

Continue reading...

Manchester United 1958-3 of 3 by Robert (Bob) Moore © 2015 I heard Jackie, crying, and when I turned around I saw the body of Roger Byrne, lay across him on the ground Jackies arm was bleeding bad, so a tourniquet I tied and hoped that that would be OK, till more help could arrive A man had suddenly appeared, a...

Continue reading...

Manchester United 1958 part 2 of 3 by Robert (Bob) Moore © 2015 the wing tore off when it hit the house, the tail was hanging free the fuselage hit a wooden hut, and the cockpit hit a tree, the house caught fire, and people ran, but Murphy’s Law the rule inside the hut the plane had hit, a truck...

Continue reading...

Manchester United 1958-Part 1 of 3 by Robert (Bob) Moore © 2015 I remember the 6th February, in 1958, the day before my 16 birthday, everything was great I was working at the CIS, an Insurance mob in town I’d finished work at Deansgate, and I was heading home I joined the queue at Market Street, and I noticed some...

Continue reading...

It wasn't quite love When i fell head over heels As she tripped me up Regaining my feet, when holding her hand We danced to the beat, of a rock and roll band Escorting her home, a teenage romance Began late that night,...

Continue reading...

Cuba 1958 I remember it like the day before yesterday Cuba 1959. Batista, the corrupt dictator, had fled, but this was revenge time and many of his collaborators were rounded up and shot; and what often happen in such occasions there were onlookers cheering and having their bloodlust satiated. There was one man, man wearing a...

Continue reading...

I remeber the time When we first met Ben was his pet How he sang the abc on t.v. How he danced the robot in black and white How he moonwalked into our hearts How he said ill be there How he thrilled us How he sang from the heart How he gave to the world How he love the children From the time he...

Continue reading...

Through my dark brown eyes, he was the best. My heart knew he was better than the rest. His voice was smoother than velvety silk. His songs quenched my thirst more than milk. Some people thought he was just a giant weirdo. They didn't even give him a chance, how could they know? The songs he wrote were absolutely brilliant. They were...

Continue reading...