Best Bellbottoms Poems

Back in those heavy times when everything was so far out
Our words were but a whisper, the mans were but a shout
Flower power was spreading, and everything was out of sight
Preaching peace through out the days, and gettin our groove on into the night

But we...

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Hot August, 1974, I was back for my second year at college,
having just settled into a new place at Anita Apartments,
right next to the guys’ apartment complex called Tanner’s.
My first night, we answered a knock at our door.
Steve Dietrich, a friend of my roommate, entered...

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Ballad of Smorgasbord Cat

Once upon a hot July night
Smorgasbord Cat was born, not right.
The only kitten born with clothes,
She came out wearing pantyhose.

Blue bellbottoms when she turned eight,
Made her feel insanely great.
Her siblings bullied her for fun
But she was powerful, this one.

She’s odd, her mother...

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I dont know much about her
but I heard she wasnt that talkative
She didnt like being alive
She was numb to all the pain she had to go through

I heard she didnt like anything that was green
She ate roman noodles everynight for supper
She always wore flannels and...

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Age One to five,
diaper, t-shirt, panties, petticoat, dress, hair ribbon,
Six to ten
car coat, patent leather shoes, apron, white pedal pushers, ruffled top,
Eleven to fifteen
Liz blouse, go-go boots, faux leather jumper,
bellbottoms, polyester pantsuit,
Sixteen to twenty
shirt dress, blue jeans, two piece swimming suit,
dark gray coat with rabbit...

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Pinky Purple is a gorgeous throwback to the sixties.
I penned her quickly, easily, with diamonds of ease.
Her worn blue jeans are bellbottoms, hip-huggers too.
She is perky and lovely, with fantastical eyes of blue.
She exudes love to friends and strangers alike.
There she goes to spread joy,...

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The craziest thing I have ever done
Is dress like a hooker in an off-the-shoulder sweater,
and the tightest, lightest baby blue hip hugger, bellbottoms,
in order to procure the lead to the senior play.
I had to sneak out of the house, dressed in red lipstick
and false eyelashes.

I...

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Our tribute to the eighteen year old boys who were sent to Viet Nam
Was to be chill, chillin, and chillax’in as a tribute to those soon gone.
We were groov’n, and groovy, beatnik style, but we called ourselves hippie. 
We were funky, groovy, and pretty nifty,...

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I’m still a hippie tie dye through
Rose colored glasses tint my view
Flower power is what I talk
But I've lost my skip so slowly I walk

Sure, my bus died long ago
The one that took me from show to show
Across the land I followed the Dead
Grateful for...

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Across the land I followed the Dead
Grateful for how and what they said
Like the bus the bellbottoms are gone
And now the weed is in the lawn
I hear their vinyl everyday
And yes, I have a touch of gray...

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Scrambled legs hopping and jumping
Rear ends jiggling, blood is pumping
Modern dancing in the late 60’s is cool.
Sent more than one lad to military school.

This is outrageous parents were saying.
Bellbottoms and bare bellies had them praying.
Free love announced on cups and signs.
Unexpected fathers not signing dotted...

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Optimism pranced up and down in hip hugger bellbottoms
Joy resonated from those who wanted peace not war
Gratitude basked from the corners of those who had not been drafted
It was 1969, and we were in our youth, full of confidence.

Emotions ran high; the Viet Nam grayscales...

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Psychedelic bedroom reminds me of my hippie days
I revel in the glow of the black light; it was so chic then
Not super popular now, but exciting to this old hippie
Reminds me of my youth, seventies, hip hugger bellbottoms
How can you sleep in here? Asks other...

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Mind dancing,
missing steps, not much leaping.
Even so, good enough.

Long time backwards
'Brown Sugar' hip jerking stuff,
white bellbottoms flaring like Day lilies.
We were a floor for others to adore,
microcosms in a single frame universe,
eyes whirring, pinned to the air
with a none-stick-glue.

It was not true dancing,
you have to...

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