Although, I'm thinking, perhaps, just maybe
there's a better word to use than "baby",
here's to you, child of the baby boom.
For someone like you, there's always room.
It's too early for your work to cease,
booster of love, champion of peace.
Voracity not veracity mendacity groomer
Capacity for pugnacity is not a rumour
Rapacity of the seedy needy consumer
Sagacity no audacity of the baby boomer
Morality calamity stalks like a greedy puma
Tenacity but with no candour or humour
Opacity because their salacity is a tumour
Not fretting couldn’t be gladder about getting podgy?
Forgetting about a stodgy bladder that’s definitely dodgy?
Sadder even snotty about needing a potty..regretting being dotty
Betting some grotty grumps about bumps & lumps anything spotty
Sometimes memory stumps.. only remember embers now befuddled
Somehow the huddled cast of the distant past still cuddled
Ashes of once clear flashes of near yesteryear appear muddled
Ribald oracle.. grinning about going bald...hair thinning
Apart from the ears and nose where it shows..grows & flows
Can't pretend follicle foes & woes.. do descend dear friend
Clearer you're now nearer to the rear end than the beginning
Refined increasingly find you do become more kind
Other than the tumour of another baby boomer
Defined needy seedy greedy.. must feed me consumer
Not a rumour..increasingly I pined for candour and humour
Chaps can perhaps blossom as a wined & dined late bloomer
No remorse.. scheming larrikin leaning's still in force
Gleaning the gleaming meaning of life is all about giving
Dreaming.. loving.. smile beaming and "living" of course
The muse has no hushing.
My voice needs no shushing,
A baby boomer scribbling,
At my brain, muse nibbling,
Cool to create,
Thoughts i relate,
While world is yawning,
I write in the morning,
Verbose or terse,
My muse here in verse!
Planet in flux…it sucks
No refuge..Scrooge rules..
Stooges subterfuge deluge..
Fossil fuel fools..
Poleaxes..then relaxes…
As the earth burns..
As it turns..on its axis..
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Us schmucks battling....
Puzzling...prattling clucks...
Aloof to proof....daft defiance..
Shucks the sleuth of science..
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Glower at their ivory tower..
Cruise ship trip fillip..
Dour baby boomer power..
******
Absurd herd..cans compliance
Uncouth trampling truth..
Nip & tucks alliance..
Mottled rucks…throttled petro bucks...
Plucks for retro reliance..
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Muzzling…weasel hatchets meddling...
Diesel guzzling trucks..
Saluting high falutin polluting
Pander to propaganda pedaling..
Ratchets up our dander…
Open the ruddy window!
Have a bloody gander!
Skinny in youth thick in later days
Champion for truth despite delays
As a late bloomer in thought process
Born to a baby boomer and so blessed
Believed in God but didn’t get much church
Felt so odd how the church clicks work
Rather open to explore other fuchsia faiths
Went to the mosque just couldn’t be great
And with Buddhism she felt all a glow
But she still identified as a Christian so
Perhaps it’s true train up a child
But her training was unique and mild
For she recalled Bootsy’s Rubber Band
And Stevie Nicks, Stevie Wonder on hand
Music was the church in her life
She was a cool nerd never a wife
A poet who sucked at math in her head
But like a mom stretched a penny till it’s dead
Had many jobs, but a mom and proud to be
Not afraid of death for it is purple peace
MAMMA
My mother is sadly now just a faint memory
As her passing was a number of decades ago
But always caring, maternal, and good to me
Of course, classed as a baby boomer, I know
I was to be her only child, born just over term
Brought me up well, as she watched me grow
Not dominant, but always fair and yet firm
She played piano, which in turn, was inspiring
Long brown hair, yet rarely received a perm
It was plain that later life became quite tiring
Taken with cancer while I was working away
Her life had been modest but worth admiring
In the end, survived by her father and mother
A proud woman of substance, unlike no other
A baby boomer, late bloomer, at times a doom and gloom er.
Eats blueberries, says Hail Mary's, believes in leprechauns and fairies.
Works on commission, has good nutrition, too impatient to ever go fishing.
Sings in C, off key but always very happily.
Never a stoic, brave and heroic. Lately feeling mesozoic.
My family did not visit New York City
but instead played in the Catskills.
I SCREAM AT THE BEAR
I scream, at the bear
signage, for ice cream.
The tea cups are flying -
fun in the dying,
with laughter and cones.
The zoo in the Catskills
skilled with school
children, the haven -
a private sanctuary
in thar hills.
Fun for the whole family,
broken down,
sold for its bones,
auctioned and spread.
Today, you can stay
in the giraffe mansion
and hike the original
miles or explore
many, many more.
The Catskills,
once upon a time,
booming - now
its a ghost town
with baby boomer
memories.
3/24/2022
I am a
white
male
suburban-raised
ivy-league-educated
coddled
spoiled
baby boomer
who
wasn't tough
enough
to make it
in the
business
world
You
now
know me
inside
and out...
prayer book we did tote
much time there we would devote
to church in Shallotte
had heard a rumor
each member baby boomer
or early bloomer
each song selection
seemed to cause an infection
needed correction
what we did reveal
choir had seemed so surreal
having much appeal
through prayer book leaf
when I did always was brief
often full of grief
prayer book did tote
much time reading would devote
to church min Shallotte
with songs were supplied
on choir singing relied
caused us to have cried
church we went inside
their singing kept us in stride
in them had much pride
choir seemed surly
hair straight or could be curly
some big and burly
loved them and each shred
singers had been born and bred
good food we were fed
sound was all around
to love songs we had been bound
caused our heart to pound
Innocent product of the 50's, baby-boomer
Soviet Union, nuclear bombs, duck and cover
Peace, love, rock and roll, they killed Kennedy
Vietnam many gone but not forgotten
Met a girl, love, marriage, children
Work, career, struggled, built a home
Said goodbye to Mom and Dad
Raised kids, in love with grandbabies
Enjoying the fruits of my labor
Eagerly searching for the next chapter in my life
Story of My Life In Ten Lines Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Silent One
11/30/19
Mr. Chuck Schumer
Is a Baby Boomer
His real name is Charles Ellis
Aren't you just insanely jealous?
Potential Limericks and poems to leek.
Planned, expand, fanned.
Manned, banned, canned.
Demand, sand, hand.
Tanned, land, grand.
Abide, relied, dyed (died).
Sighed, denied, cried.
Bagel, finagle, label.
Humming, coming, summing.
Alarming, harming, charming.
Humor, rumor, tumor.
Great Groomer, early bloomer, baby boomer.
Wand, fond, dawned.
Expound, bond, abscond.
Wait, gate, differentiate, contemplate.
Educate, satiate, consummate.
Wait, hesitate, sedate.
Jim Horn
Thy birth on January 13th – cervical contractions would not abate
the pesky master (papa), strove to synchronize his seminal bait
thence, forty-two weeks after ma parents did pro create
Imminent lviii plus years ago to date
this present baby boomer doth indubitably and inherently equate
Nineteen hundred and fifty nine bequeathed birthed mine kempf ill fate
neurological manifestation sans obsessive compulsive did grate
behavioral motif and analogous to frontispiece per the story I hate
of my life and hard times, when all of a sudden out the blue irate.
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