Best Boomer Poems

It was a train
that took my mother west
away from her family farm
to seek adventure. She found work in San Diego,
joined the Navy and met my...

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Calm, cobalt seas beyond the waves beckon
Baby Boomer surfer responds
he stands upon his nicked, red board
placing his precious cargo on its deck

tired arms paddle to...

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Your paradigm's a relic, a plea from data's cemetery,
While I sculpt luminaries on screens, a sable sea.
"Company loyalty," a myth, spun in your reverie,
But AI...

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Must explain my reason for grinning
It's not what you might think
Got a cramp down in my nether regions
Maybe too many beans methinks

It's easy for people...

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The Tramp Persona
Who was this boy, a pauper born?
Existing in despair and continual forlorn
Scandalized, accused of communist sympathies
Encompassing both adulation, and social controversies
Charlie Chaplin how...

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Classical infusion Beethoven’s “ode to joy”
Playing on blaring audiophile speakers annoy 
Purposely looped to destroy vagrants with electronic music
Blends of subversive elements and anxious acoustic...

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Let's Hear It

Growing up a teen in the 60s
A Baby boomer baby I'm known
High school was like stepping into another world
Of fun sports to join,...

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What is it about dogs that make us love them so
I suspect a life without them is not the full show

Dogs are there for us,...

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On a headstone in the ground, 
a life's summation can be found:
born and died and little more
marks the end with an underscore.

Before I die I'd...

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Throughout history from time to time, our country has gone to war;
they called upon our brave young men to enlist and join the corps. 
Some...

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Pittsburgh, hammertown, Chuck Knoll and his boys
established the best Superbowl Era dynasty
with the "Steel Curtain" defense and the "Blonde Bomber" Bradshaw,
a defense disciplined on shrapnel...

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I was sick of seeing one plate, fork, and knife
And that lonely cup of drink
As if I was a piece in a painted still life
Like...

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A fter school play was always a given,

F or there were so many others to play with.
I was part of the "Boomer" generation...
E verything came...

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In fall, Boomer Halloweens produce orange and black memories;
     will I ever outgrow treat-laden bags and glowing pumpkins? 
Van Gogh's flaming...

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How was school today?

Fine.

Did you learn anything important?

Maybe. I'm not sure yet.

Really? What are you considering?

We talked about Howard Odum's natural trinity
of altruism.

Maybe I skipped...

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