Newsreels Poems - Poems about Newsreels

... Only twenty-five years since I took your name, fluorescent lights, a government building, the officiant a stranger we met that morning— no pictures, no rehearsals, just vows read like lines on ......

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...Ah! The Golden Years of Hollywood And those old black and white movies Some were cinematic disasters But some you could call quite groovy Even now, my heart skips a beat When one appea......

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...Ah! The Golden Years of Hollywood And those old black and white movies Some were cinematic disasters But some you could call quite groovy Even now, my heart skips a beat When one appea......

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...Baseball cards and hula hoops Baloney sandwich, Campbell’s soup Howdy Doody and Mickey Mouse Mamie and Ike in the White House American Bandstand, Rock 'n Roll Elvis the Pelvis, Nat Kin......

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...Jesus in Town David J Walker Jesus could explain life like no other Riding in the back of the 56 Chevy pickup The Farm to Market roads Crossing the country of a summer Lost in Lea County......

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...having arrived at this juncture of learning the man made structure of creations, gods, demons and time and various situations not quite so sublime where nothing under the sun appears to be new l......

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...And if by love they should be saved lift them by angels in innocence to a horizons trumpet They who have fallen unnumbered to the hate of bullets and the factions of brush aside politics An......

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...I was seven years old when began World War Two And eleven became by the time it was through. I have vague recollections of things when that small, But events during wartime I clearly recall. Si......

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...A complex world we've made this earth; our times more difficult today, because our globe has surely shrunk with messaging seconds away. In olden days, it took a week to see news......

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...Ah! The Golden Years of Hollywood And those old black and white movies Some were cinematic disasters But some you could call quite groovy Even now, my heart skips a beat When one appea......

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...Watching old newsreels sadness washes over me Highstepping horses, gentle eyes transformed in fear valiantly charging under men that could not yield Amid the noise of cannons, over the death......

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...Its the simple things in life that turn my wheels a stroll over the moors, I don't need newsreels The beauty of the full moon to my heart appeals sounds of the night, I hear high pitched squeals No......

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...The limits of which you speak Have gathered upset underneath Pens that prognosticate Stolen imagery, a thieving magpie Dreams her dark blessing She has no care for truth Her only penchant is expose......

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