1958 Poems - Poems about 1958

Chicago Catholic Grade School Fire

Twenty-four days before Christmas in 1958 there was a huge fire
at Our Lady of the Angels, a Catholic grade school in Chicago
Eighty-seven children and three nuns died in this fire.

One of the children who passed was Mary’s little sister, Karen.
She was to be a first grader forever.
Mary was in the fourth grade at the time.

Mary

Jacko - Michael Jackson - 1958-2009

Singing and dancing,
as the last to arrive,
he outshone his brothers
in the Jackson Five.
Moonwalking across the stage,
he was quite the fancy dancer,
but what happened to his other glove,
is a question no one can answer.
Comparing the early to his later work,
you can hear it when he sings,
Michael the 'King of Pop',
put a new complexion on things.
But in

EUROVISIONs GOLD-Sleep My Love 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

1958

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.

The Poem I Never Wrote Before

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

1958

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

Train - 1958

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

Time Machine Back To 1958

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

Family Thanks 1958

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

Six-Word Couplet Series

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

Manchester United 1958-Part 3 of 3

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

Manchester United 1958-Part 2 of 3

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

Manchester United 1958-Part 1 of 3

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

Poet's Dozen 1958

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,

Cuba 1958

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

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