Best 1961 Poems

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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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