Short 1958 Poems

an ekphrasis cinqku an edited  repost from 2009

An
art form
stylised-
portrayed in their
eyes

Ernst Ludwig Kirchener 1880-1958...

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Alfonse Walde* of Kitzbuhel descent
an  artist  of the Secessionist bent
Up the Hannenkam often did stroll
painting scenes of his beloved Tyrol

*1891-1958...

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Trees
begin
to bud as
Winter turns to
Spring

Ekphrasis Spatewinter by Alfons Walde

http://www.beyars.com/partner-objekt_84900_walde-alfons-1891-1958.html...

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Listening to oldies I fell asleep late
And dreamt I was back in 1958
Jobs were denied due to race
Women all knew their place
I awoke to recall things weren't all that great!

10/28/22...

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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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Hope Diamond is worth two hundred millions.
Donated to Smithsonian by one worth billions.
This forty-five carat gem was sent to them by regular mail.
They were lucky the 1958 postal service did not fail....

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An
art form
stylised-
portrayed in their
eyes

Ernst Ludwig Kirchener 1880-1958

http://www.art.co.uk/products/p15153598-sa-i3574218/posters.htm

http://flametree-studios.com/paintings.php?ref=3470...

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The chart

his art


Cliff Richard(the English elvis)is the only singer(apart from Elvis)to feature in the UK charts
singles in every decade since 1958(50 years on).He became a committed Christian at Billy 
Graham campaign meeting in 1966....

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Only You


Our wedding song named 'Only You', for over half a century, still true.


Sandra M. Haight

~3rd Place~
Contest: One Liners 7
Sponsor: Silent One
Contest Judged: 12/13/2015

Favorite Song: 'Only You' by the Platters
played at our wedding June 1958
still my favorite
...

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Wilbur and Mr. Ed
Never did share the same bed

  Doing so would have been sheer hilarity
  Pity, such a notion back then was a TV rarity



                   October 16, 2021
                   TV Show: "Mr. Ed"*
              Clerihew 2 Poetry Contest
                  Sponsor: Joseph May


                  *The show ran from
                       1958 - 1966...

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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 million
disassociated pieces
in a fugue
until it ceases....

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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 is left in radiation seasons
And all those soldiers could scream was
God bless our nation…...

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this I dedicate to you Daddy
Billy Joe Scott
04/10/1958-
02/20/2020



The eyes I've seen 
My entire life
Are smiling back at me
The laugh I've dreamt
Is contagious
As I knew it would be
The words of wisdom
My ears have needed
I'm tireless just listening
And the love that's there
In that heart of his
Was mine all along
The kiss at night 
Upon my cheek
Is forever emblazoned there
And the blood in his veins
Same as mine
Gives a history of me...

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I learned to read
thanks to Miss Kneeland
The principal at my gradeschool
Who had taught my daddy and his brother
Using a mirror
She was an old maid
About two hundred years old
With white hair in a bun
She looked severe
But she was kind
And she taught me to read
using a miror
Understanding what I needed
in 1958
She was a pioneer
who understood dyslexia
even though there was no name for it
back in the day.
I thank her for the gift of reading every day....

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We love we cry we laugh 
we are the loving tree 
we grow and we know 
I'm brown he's creamy 
we are broken but we are 
one our love tormented 
since 1958 in VA.
our love hated taunted
buying groceries we are
the loving kind silky brown
blending over vanilla here
in America what is right 
what is civil what is kind
we are different my heart
dance with my mind here
today the very same pain 
racism exceptional loving
what we bring to each other
is love we are the loving kind...

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