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DWM Senior Dance Days

“…Let the sunshine (and let the sun shine on in) Let the sunshine in (You got to open up your heart)…" -- From Aquarius, by The 5th Dimension The times they were a-changing, an age of great unrest. A Ball of Confusion raging, divisive with protest. The Moon was in the seventh house, the President nefarious. A time for growth, a time to grouse, the age of Aquarius. While All Along the Watchtower, to the church’s steeple, long-haired boomers chanting “power, power to the people!” My hippie friends grew up too fast, but draft cards never burned. Five went to ‘Nam and stood steadfast, but only two returned. Still I recall that happy time, the last of our togethers, when we were seniors in our prime, our spirits light like feathers. I drove my Beetle to the dance, my Volkswagen hotrod. My friends were ready for romance, all dressed up as “mod:” Bell Bottom Blues and turtle necks, right on, right on, right on! Peace medallions and granny specs, and girls like Goldie Hawn. Our school gym decked with lava lamps, and a psychedelic globe. The speakers cranked to all their amps, with black lights set to strobe. Tunes played from our favorite station, the Beatles to the Doors. Talking ‘bout my g-generation’s Magical Mystery Tours. Something in the brownies tasted funny, like burning wood. Suddenly we all were wasted, James Brown shrieked "I Feel Good!" Is that our social studies teacher in a tie-dyed paisley shirt, with go-go boots that nearly reach her micro miniskirt? Dancing the Frug with attitude, causing a commotion, suggesting oral turpitude, she rocked The Locomotion. She was my favorite chaperone, a groovy flower child. From Steppenwolf to a Rolling Stone, she was born, Born to be Wild. "Ms. Lipton do you want to dance and be my Maggie May? C’mon teacher take a chance." She said “yes,” I said “hurray!” When the clock struck After Midnight, we let it all hang down. We slow danced some to Gladys Knight, then didn’t hang around. That night she was my Brown Eyed Girl, my Magic Carpet Ride. She taught me an exotic twirl, the details … [classified]. Ahh, memories of Yesterday, still so mesmerizing. All my troubles seemed so far away, ‘til I saw a Bad Moon Rising. I wished those days would never end, but my long hair since has thinned. And the answers to our troubles, my friend, are Blowing in the Wind. Submitted March 5, 2020 to the DWM Poetry Contest

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Date: 4/7/2020 9:44:00 PM
Oh you captured the times! Congratulations on first place, Eric!
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Eric Cohen
Date: 4/8/2020 10:47:00 AM
Thanks, Kim. Great idea for a fun contest.
Date: 4/7/2020 2:48:00 PM
Great poem Eric from a time when there was a Spirit in the Sky. :)
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Eric Cohen
Date: 4/7/2020 3:27:00 PM
"You bet your sweet bippie." Thanks for the kind comment, Gary.
Date: 3/28/2020 1:43:00 PM
Another brilliant gem- WOW!! Love this nostalgic poem so much. Right on! ...I mean Write on!! ;D
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Date: 3/17/2020 8:31:00 AM
If this doesn’t garner top spot a crime will have been committed. This is top drawer stuff and worthy of POTM!
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Eric Cohen
Date: 3/17/2020 3:46:00 PM
Many thanks! Means a lot to hear an encouraging word from you. This one was just fun to write.
Date: 3/5/2020 8:43:00 PM
so cool the way you incorporated the songs of the season into this one. I too want to put the songs of early 70's into my poem, if I ever get it started. I see your time was a short while before my own! I remember all those songs though. I listened to many of them while picking summer strawberries on my 13 year old knees!
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Date: 3/6/2020 8:47:00 AM
Yes, I love all those songs, including from the early 70's. I didn't mention Motown, but those were among my favorites, too. I only got around to planting strawberries in recent years. Cool to reminisce with you.