Best Boomers Poems

Once knew a lad from the boonies
Could really belt out some sad tunies
Made Elly May cry
Big tears from her eyes
Could also fart in tune with big boomies


© Jack Ellison 2015...

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They were hippies 
and societal dropouts.
Scholars, poets and 
pot smoking draft dodgers.
Civil right activists,
and anti-war protesters.
Patriots and soldiers
fighting an unpopular war.

Relationships were confused
and marriage became open.
Morality lost meaning and
God  was largely forgotten
except to grape Kool-Aid drinkers.
They liked to “groove”
on a Sunday afternoon
and kids hid...

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Sitting upon these fringes of change an odd precept
Perhaps a bit bizarre their maxims ironic while viewed
Aneath an infants classroom desk while, his sirens wailed
Gazing into this magical glass; holding both, a future as past
Despotic her age of Aquarius ? Phantoms wielding blades
Making way apropos...

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Most Baby Boomers started out hoping to leave life
having continued our Great ReGenerativity,
our progressively recycling becoming through economic extraction,
boundless growth of optimal Win-Wealth is also Win-Health.

We are the last generation 
hoping to autonomously leave more than we have taken in.
To give back,
to pay forward investment...

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Is everybody wearing green today
In honour or our Irish friends
Can't ever wear those light, bright colours
Coz of explosions from my bottom end

Try as I might to disguise the sound
It's like a trumpet in a marching band
Mothers try to hide their little kiddies
My boomers are famous...

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Those were the days my friend, how blessed we were
Although, in past quandam days, knew it not.
Home to us was warm and dry, sound and safe.

Not called on to fight, we had years to play,
Free of conscripted combat ~ with time to kill;
Time to learn,...

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 The first K-mart 
opens its door.
   Into space we 
start to explore.

   Motown Records is born,
It's from the soul.
   We have new music, 
It's called Rock n Roll.

   For luck we carried 
A rabbit's foot.
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Boomers Prince or Pauper
David J Walker

Remembering when young 
boomers knew
That a quarter really mattered
As  juvenile consumers grew
The choices always flattered

Displayed in rows at 
the corner store
The buying power pondered 
A quarter could last 
An hour or more
Before its value squander

Remember the times when
Quarters and...

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Baby boomers, Gen X Gen Y, and now Gen Z
What will the next crop of babies be?
Will we start with A? Will they be boomers too?
Many of us want to know, especially Gen Z....

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What will we do now that we’ve reached Gen Z
Will we have to do like hurricanes do
Give them names like Alpha, Beta, and Gamma
or perhaps just Roman Numeral I and II

Shall we call the new babies Gen Trump
Or perhaps Gen Pandemic or Gen Covid
Or do...

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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...

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Boomers

Bottle caps were currency
Pop sticks were our props
Maple seeds
Were whirly birds
Spinning like a top

Hopscotch drawn on 
Down the streets
Jump ropes tied to reels
Double Dutch was fun to watch
Especially for the girls 

Quarters pitched against a wall
Closest takes ‘em all
We played that game 
With baseball cards
Some...

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Midwife eyes see so many lives
Slip through fingers despite try’s
To give good care and medication 
Health care isn’t shared by the nation

Some who have means will live long
While the poor it seems are done wrong
Then there’s the class that full of bloomers
Doesn’t add up math...

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beware atomic attack!
1950s civil defense
duck and cover drills
Bert the turtle 
showed us the way

flash of light - duck and cover!...

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Boomers from here to anon,
What turned us all on?
Our blue jeans of love,
Marched for peaceful doves,
Sun baking for brown.
Skin blotches do cast frown,
Our denim survives, 
Silvers staying alive,
So far, so good, I'm stating,
Freckles still proliferating,
Feeling young never grows old, 
We're boomers, do be told!...

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