1959 Poems - Poems about 1959

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

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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....

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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...

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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...

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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....

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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...

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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....

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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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