Remembering the 1980s

When I look back in time, I recall the 1980’s; I fell into the Rubik’s Cube and still have not escaped. Not even upon hearing of, John Lennon’s killing, could I escape the thing, in fact, it kept me from diving into a mournful funk. I celebrated “ET’s” visit by treating myself; I bought the video, along with Michael Jackson’s, “Thriller” and was ecstatically, thrilled by both, many times. Then, I went to the, World’s Fair, for the first time. I celebrated the new holiday, Martin Luther King Jr’s. day along with everyone else and the discovery of the wrecked, Titanic; a tragic example of the human ego’s pompousness. Disco faded away, like melting snow and Rap, rapped its’ way into the Music Scene. Blondie and Devo were giving fans a thrill, as we donned our G.Q. clothes to go dancing.
“Remembering the 1980's” Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Michelle Faulkner
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Wolf Avatar
October 16, 2018 at 3:22 PM
Thank you for the journey down Memory Lane! ~ Gershon
Kiser Avatar
October 16, 2018 at 4:17 PM
Well, you are very welcome. Thank you for stopping by again.
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October 16, 2018 at 2:11 PM
Ahh howling with your "...fell into the Rubik's Cube and still have not escaped" ;))) sweet ink! Good luck in the contest! xomo
Kiser Avatar
October 16, 2018 at 4:17 PM
Thank you Maureen; I'm glad that it got you howling.
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October 16, 2018 at 12:17 PM
There is so much to remember about the 80's - thank you for the memories, M.L. Good luck in the contest! I love it that you fell into the rubik's cube, and have not escaped!
Kiser Avatar
October 16, 2018 at 1:50 PM
And still...I can't get the thing worked. A few years ago, my sister bought me one that had numbers instead of colors, because I was into Sudoku; I still can't to that one either but, I'm so stubborn that I can't let myself give up! Thanks and you're welcome for the memories.
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