Michael Sender Poet Ballad

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The Lost Beatnik Generation

Do you remember the Beatnik generation?
Those angry young men with long hair
You could see them playing a guitar in a station
Strumming and singing without a care

Where are they now, that lost generation?
Now, the new generation by comparison
Singing platitudes, a yuppy sensation
Tame, well groomed, without passion

Looking back, I was a beatnik teen
Now I am part of the suburban scene

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J Hamilton Gist December 13, 2017 at 8:37 PM Beatnik meets Hip Hop Head! Peace!

Chris Hagy December 9, 2017 at 8:32 PM Love this Michael! :) Love the last 2 lines too. I used to play guitar and recite poetry at coffee houses... now I'm just here at the soup! So maybe some of us "beatniks" or "hippys" have found a way to adapt to the new generation after all!... (even if we don't understand it haha)

Carole Duet December 1, 2017 at 9:55 PM Very good! And, yes! I remember too. Shhhh...but don't tell everybody. lol

Constance La France November 24, 2017 at 11:31 AM Michael, I loved your poem, well done !

Stina Lu November 21, 2017 at 5:37 AM the past is lost. Every new generation has its own merit.

Gracie Woodsinger November 20, 2017 at 5:47 PM Your meaning is very clear. I like complicated poems better, but the rhymes are nice.

Vicki Acquah November 20, 2017 at 3:30 PM Nice : "well we became hippies" next generation extended Beatniks??

Frances Schiavina November 20, 2017 at 11:12 AM Wonderful poetry and so easy to read!

Jieranai Maier November 19, 2017 at 9:08 PM Great poem, good flow and good theme.

Bjorn Wastvedt November 19, 2017 at 8:22 PM A long time ago and truly the truth! I think this is a great poem. :)

Beejadhur Sewumber November 19, 2017 at 4:10 PM Generation change is well displayed. I like it. Good write. Congrats.

Kemmonye Tatlhego November 19, 2017 at 3:53 PM Perfect rhythm you got in here poet. Keep up the great work.

Margaret Franceschini November 19, 2017 at 2:50 PM How life changes from one generation to the next. Great write!

Patricia Cresswell November 19, 2017 at 2:34 PM They were all sucked into suburbia but a few hold outs. All that power turned to angst.

Old Buck November 19, 2017 at 2:02 PM Part of a suburban scene. . . maybe slightly bend and greying from the pressures of getting here. :o) Thanks for sharing with all of us on the soup. Keep them coming. oldbuck

Marie Kavanaugh November 19, 2017 at 2:01 PM How beautiful. The spirit called beatnik dwells within you still. Keep writing.