1959 Poems

February 3 1959

February 3, 1959
plane crash Clear Lake, Iowa
the day the music died

Ode to 1959 Pink Cadillac

1959 Pink Cadillac
Driven by my first boyfriend
He was fifteen
Those tail fins were really something!

And the chrome was dazzling!
Marvelously beautiful.
Amazing. We still speak of it.
Because I married him.

Wish we still had this classic car.

1959

Bozo the clown is ready to begin,
in Cuba, Fidel Castro starts his reign.
Buddy Holly meets a horrible end,
Charles de Gaulle is back on top again.
 
Motown now brings us a whole lotta soul,
Disney’s Sleeping Beauty warms up our heart.
TV’s Bonanza, Rawhide, Twilight Zone,
and The Untouchables all get their start.

That F104C flies higher still,
the show ‘Rocky

Questions For Archie and Veronica

Why did Archie keep running after Veronica?
Betty was the nice one.
And she was blonde.

Why was Reggie’s mouth always drawn into a sneer?
Did they want him to look cruel?
Why did they want Jughead to appear stupid?

Oddly enough, I never questioned why
Betty and Veronica were both drawn like Vargus pinup girls.
Maybe because I was used to Barbie

1959

Remembrance, you glance, glittering rise of
Rivulet moans. Voice cleared the chattering.
Body of bird brushing diurnal clouds.
Coming down and the stars to comfort you.







1-11-23, sponsored by: Line Gauthier
Bite Size Contest no59 Poetry Contest.

1950 To 1959

I am Eisenhower builds the 
Interstate highway. 
   I am polio vaccine that 
Saves the day. 

   I am the energy of civil 
Rights. 
   I am the first transcontinental 
Flight. 

   I am the Rosenbergs guilty they 
Get the death sentence. 
   I am

High Noon In Armadillo Texas

It’s high noon in Armadillo Texas Sheriff cat announced in her way.
Her sidekick, Deputy Mouse Whiskers smiled and decided to stay.
They strapped on cowboy hats, holsters, belt buckles and a gun.
It was 1959, when outlaws were arrested, and TV westerns were fun.

1959 Pink Cadillac With Tailfins

1959 pink Cadillac with tailfins
It was gorgeous, and cost five hundred dollars
A fifteen-year-old boy drove thirty miles to buy it.
He had been saving money for four years.

1959 pink Cadillac with tailfins
The boy was not old enough to drive it legally
So, he had his friend Randy drive it.
It was a distinctive car. I wish he still

1959

A super seismic year
Eargasmically one to revere

Sweet pulsating sounds
Bebop starting to slow down

Yes! A new, brand new form from an "OLD"
A new form that is undefined but feels good to the soul

A new direction that's unclear;
Improvisation is supreme with creativity filling the atmosphere

1959
A year so divine
One of a kind
Built to stand the test of time

Feeling

The Thresholds of Tomorrow

The Thresholds of Tomorrow
David J Walker

It is 1959 and 
the television 

is my constant companion
Comforting me during breakfast

Praying at noon over meals
Saying good night before

Turning out the light sparkling
Over its ghostly screen 

	Flickering gray & green 
Retreating into infinity 

Speaking of the expanse and
The advanced enhancements 
Of 1960 

When new math counts life by 
the

Easter Sunday 1959

Easter Sunday 1959
We were sparklingly modern
Petticoats flounced down the sidewalk
Boys wearing dark suits with clip on ties

Brother was reluctant
My cousin and I were delighted
Loving our new Easter bonnets and gloves
Lacy white anklets decorated our shoes

We felt pretty, and we were
We went up the church steps all giggly and giddy
Excited to show off our finery

Forgetting how

1959

In '59 the world was fine.
in yellow, childlike summertime. 
There was Charlton Heston, being" Ben Hur"
Fidel Castro's ferocious slur.
brand new '59 Ford Galaxies
people on trains going "North by Northwest"
a man wanting to marry a man cause" Some Like it Hot" 
and wars were cold.
Killers were crazy, caught and hanged,
and the greatest hairdo was a ponytail

1959 Was My Heyday

I retired gracefully, happily, knowing I could never be fully completely replaced even to this day.
I was slick, photographic, revered by so many, loved by a few, heavy, a bit conceited but in a good way.
Diligent children hid me in boots, closets, drawers, or moldy piles of black and white laundry where I rarely had

Matthew Scott Harris Born January 13th, 1959

Thank ye immensely devoted sister Shari
   for availing Shana Aubrey
an expansive plethora of blessedly
   extravagant opportunities
wherein here anatomical fist-sized noggin i.e. grey
matter sponging up - less doable from me
the biological father, who validates
   your doting, helping, kickstarting,
   et cetera I clamor to see!
--------------------------------------------
   Matthew Scott

Eritrean Softball Game - 1959

ERITREAN SOFTBALL GAME - 1959
One painful hot, and  Eritrean day,
More happenstance, than anything we'd planned,
Our softball field, was moulded in the clay
Of Africa, the time forgotten land.

Behind a chain link fence, they came to see,
We sailors of the Ocean having fun.
While they, ten hundred, maybe more, than we,
black faced and wringing sweat, laughed at

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