Best 1958 Poems

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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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,...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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when
life becomes
one long
prison sentence
all meaning
becomes
nothing

so Bob
took
his memories
and
a good strong
length of rope
and
quietly
s
l
i
p
p
e
d
thru
the bars...

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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...

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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...

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con't

The damn memories
are still so clear.

And now I am alone,
the only one left
because my brother
sliced his neck
in what has become
a family tradition,
that is, to leave
of your own volition.

If I could only get
the reruns to quit
maybe my goddamned
head wouldn't split

and I wouldn't feel so

fragmented

broken into a...

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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...

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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...

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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,...

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