1961 Poems - Poems about 1961

Ft Leonard Wood Mo.1961 Combat Engineers Miracle Man 10/18/2024 Most days we awoke feeling quite asinine, choice wasn’t to get up or remain supine. The bugle was telling us rise and shine, fall in formation “cruits” and ditch the whine. After a five mile hike you’ll be feeling fine, with their way of thinking we wouldn’t align. Our canteens contained water tasting like brine, with spit...

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Robert Lloyd Sherriff - Australian Poet, Author, Actor, and Model: American Historian. Robert Sherriff - 'ME' 1961 In the shadows of a childhood lost, Where crows cawed with voices crossed, Robert Sheriff bore the weight of pain, In a family's silence, cruelty reigned. Father's fists, like a tempest wild, Mother's eyes turned, averted, mild, In the darkness, young Robert stood, A soul consumed by...

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Nineteen hundred and sixty-one, was a strobogrammatic year. It will be six thousand and nine, ‘til the next time that will appear. It started off aggressively, Ike told Cuba to go to Hell. We ain’t talking to you no more, not buying what you got to sell. He then warned us Americans, beware a military coupe. Handed the reigns to JFK, told John, now it...

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What a stupid situation Twenty foot above the ground But when I reach the bottom I’m nearly half way round It was Ronnie Hatchard said it Hey boys lets have some fun Go back to camp and do The assault course run Nobody had the senses To say stupid idea Just picked up his glass And finished off his beer And now it’s after midnight...

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A misfit among misfits Away from family and friends Wondering was I wrong and Is this how the adventure ends. Had I chosen the wrong course Leaving my little village behind Wracked with doubt and despair That overwhelmed my mind. Sitting on the floor Beginning to think I really shouldn’t have had That last but one drink. Feeling sad, lost, all alone Mind in a drunken...

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The Christmas tree is lit in the rectory. There is a glow of Jesus all over the church We are dressed in our Christmas finery. The little kids are up front, out-singing Mrs. McGill. I am one of the loudest and proudest Knowing the words to Joy to the World, my favorite carol. My mother is sitting in...

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IWAN FALS born VIRGIAWAN LISTANTO ON September 3, 1961- I am Iwan Fals an Indonesian singer-songwriter Times™Magazine named me “A Great Asian Hero”. While I was 18 formed a group band named Amburadul, released an album “Perjalanan” Associated acts were so Kantata Takwa, Swami reprised reputation as a Country Protest singer Name at born really “Virgiawan Listanto” from...

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To me there is not justice in this world, and no God awaiting us either. So who, therefore, could freely harm an innocent soul, and then each night sleep in peace for ever after? For though many things that a man has done, may well lie dormant through the passing years, as if safe in a long-forgotten silence, on some calm morning, say...

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Eight inches of snow saw no hat on his head an act of derring-do, my father said, He ascended the steps the eyes of the world upon him An orator attacking the lectern ~ Camelot, out to shatter Babylon The glare of the sun no match for the glint in...

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In a skool with 1600 kids and nine grades and 30 class rooms. Odds are that thair Were 11 trans kids per grade . And since thair was only 1 mtf kid in my grade , Thair could have bin 10 ftm kids . With all the violence at my skool . The noyzey females are...

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A handsome man, a valiant son, John Kennedy was he. A man who rose to President with civil rights the key. Who can forget the many days like Camelot they seemed, when all eyes were on Washington, they passed just like a dream. Ah, we remember Jacqueline a Vassar deb was she, who walked with grace on his right side through fame and infamy. One thousand days...

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XMAS EVE 1961 Five teenaged lads late on Christmas Eve, quit playing cards and took their leave. Got into a car and off we drove to a hamburger joint with a greasy stove. After a bowl of chili, one got sick. The owner yelled out and three left quick. After he messed the bathroom sink and floor, I carried the fifth out the...

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They were there ... in a jar ... floating ... Dark and mysterious. A shaft of sunlight fell on the table and into the jar illuminating Nahautl Pyotl Mexcalli nectar. Cactus buds staring with buttoned eyes and spiny tufts like the heart of an artichoke floating in brine. Picked in Texas and sent through the mail to be shared ceremonially ... without drums ... in a...

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