Best Retro Poems
Flying Saucers, Flake, Bar Six
Country Style, Gobstoppers, Twix
Arrow Bars and Sherbert Dabs
Sweet Tobacco, Lucky Bags
Toffee Crisp and Dairy Crunch
Grand Seville and Milky Lunch
Beta Bars, Loot, Candy Floss
The mysterious chewing gum flavour loss
Golden Crisp, Nut Crisp and Fuse
Extra, Bliss and Trebor Chews
‘99’ Flake ice cream cones
Zooms and Fabs and Toblerones
Coffee Break, Bitz, Victory Vs
Cadbury’s Special Recipes
Swisskit, Gold Mine, Apple Jack
Tiffin, Feast and Caramac
Welcome, Skippy and Sultana
Nutty, Banjo and Cabana
Chewing Nuts, Cough Candy Twist
Butterscotch and Butterkist
Crunchie, Topic, Fudge, Mintola
Super Mousse, Crazy Joe Cola
Golden Cup, Fruit Flavoured Rocks
(The secret of) The Black Magic Box
Floral Gums and Cherry Lips
Olde English Spangles, Walnut Whips
Kinder toys encased in plastic
Necklace sweets linked on elastic
Butter Mints, Fruit Polos, Yorkies
Sherbert Lemons, Sherbert Strawberries
Bazooka Joes and Liquorice pipes
Lollipops with swirly stripes
Texan Bars and Funny Faces
Mint Cracknel and long red laces
Winter Mixture, Rainbow Drops
Jazzies, Kit Kat, Pips, Ice Pops
Toffee Bon Bons, Drumsticks, Rolos
Amazin’ Raisin, Aztec, Mojos
Barley Sugar, Chocolate Limes
Daims that changed their name from Dimes
Jelly Babies, Jelly Tots
Milk Gums, Munchies, Mars, Pear Drops
Coltsford Rock and Anglo Bubblies
Sugared Almonds, Frozen Jubliies
Peanut Brittle, Prize, Ice Breaker
Dolly Mixtures, Old Jamaica
Kop Kops, Wine Gums, Laughs and Treets
Jap Desserts and whistling sweets
Fishermen's Friends and Hacks and Zubes
Pineapple Chunks and Cola Cubes
Everton Mints and Pontefract Cakes
White chocolate mice and jelly snakes
Refreshers, Teacakes, Swizzles, Pacers
Toffee Logs, Fruit Gums and Waifers
Rumba, Dipped Flake, T Bar, Tunes
Fry's Five Centres, Macaroons
Bars and boxes of Milk Tray
Milky Bar and Milky Way
This ‘Pick and Mix’ is yours to share
With all sweet lovers
everywhere.
Before diving into the time machine for a nostalgic trip on my music video ‘Ring On My Line’ above, I invite you to read my preamble Sonnet below.
Ring On My Line -The Golden Era of Doo Wop, Retro Revival
If you've ever waited for a call that never came, ‘Ring On My Line’ will hit close to home. Take a trip back in time—no matter your age—into the golden era of Doo Wop and the boppy, haunting rhythms of the ‘50s and ‘60s.
This song captures the bittersweet romance of waiting by the phone, heart pounding with hope, wondering if that special someone will call. It’s a love story, where jukebox tunes filled the air, diners were the place to be, and every unanswered ring told a tale of longing.
So grab an ice-cream soda, turn up the volume, grab your partner, let nostalgia take over, and dance to the retro Doo Wop beat, you’ll enjoy it..
Note: You can also follow the lyrics by clicking on the CC (closed caption) on the video itself above our on my YouTube Channel
Beneath the silver hush of midnight’s sigh,
the quiet stars refuse to blink her name
Moon - You vigilant observer from above
Your indifference lingers just the same.
A drum with a hollow sound, my beating heart
each second stretched, each ring less second cold.
I strain to hear her verse, but none are found,
in the quietude of a glimmer not made whole.
Hope strains a fragile thread, pulled tight,
will love return, or do I wait in vain?
Time elongates the qualms I feel inside
Motionless yet its silence sparks my pain.
Oh, ringtone, let mercy find my ears,
or let me waft in love’s fickle fears.
Vintage Retro Period
As for our periods of furniture–
not sure if Vintage Retro's one!
However, since I spanned so many years,
it seems to me this should be done!
My influence can still be seen in homes.
Some people often think it strange,
to cling to my old Vintage Retro look
and never want to make a change.
So pleased my unique period ruled well –
for thirty years I did endure!
My decades had a flavor of their own–
so powerful was my allure!
My special time was dominated by
the colors green, orange, and gold;
Formica, Lucite, vinyl, walnut, chrome –
outstanding – very sleek and bold.
My Vintage Retro period – well-loved
by most – did fade away, its true.
Still Retro-furnished homes are so enjoyed
by visitors who get a view.
My long-remembered items bring a crowd
at Vintage Retro store displays!
The prices paid are unbelievable –
so pleased I'm worth much more these days!
To prove my point, you might take time to see
the photo grouping up above!
My Vintage Retro gems still grace their home
forever more for them to love!
Sandra M. Haight
~First Place~
Contest: Punctuation Personified
Theme: Period Furniture
Sponsor: Debbie Guzzi
Judged: 10/06/2015
Note: Vintage Retro means actually made in '50s, '60s or '70s
The term Retro by itself can mean old but also newly made to look like old
Vintage Retro includes: Mid-Century, Mid-Century Modern, and Danish Modern styles
On my stereo
I return to the 1960's
Love can still conquer!
A modern trimming,
Grin and bear it.
The slap of a buckle,
Reminiscent of the squeeze.
Laces bloodied,
From a prayer of acceptance.
Breathing is optional.
The shove to a corner,
Start early for pattern recognition,
Bind the idea prematurely.
Numbed pain,
Limited motion.
Embrace wind through the long locks,
It's only an illusion of progression.
Our house was built in 'sixty-eight,
a long bi-level, brick, and white.
A retro queen I was those days,
and avocado made it right.
The kitchen was my favored place –
appliances in "sixties" green;
refrigerator, matching stove,
completed well that retro scene.
For many years they lasted well -
and replaced once; the find was tough!
But later on, my luck ran out –
no avocado kitchen stuff.
The second fridge broke down one day;
a new one had to come real fast.
A plain old white one took its place,
and I was left distressed, aghast!
My retro strove looked lonely, sad
without its avocado mate;
Its matching fridge, now she was gone –
he knew this soon would be his fate.
Oh, how I miss those retro days!
Appliance colors were such fun!
That avocado cherished green
refridge and stove, compared to none!
Now stainless, white, is where it's at –
appliances, their brilliance lack.
Perhaps the pendulum will swing –
bring retro avocado back!
September 11, 2015
My life has travelled roads less taken,
a tumbleweed, east, west, north and south,
all around the world.
Sprouting, enticing horizons beckoned,
each just as fair, opened to discover
by youthful emancipation from entangled roots.
Never an answer to who my grown up would be,
endless opportunities, challenges and changes,
in effect, constrained ever looking back.
Well along nearly two score and ten later,
sunset in the dwindling distance, I take momentary pause
for a meditative gaze back along the ways.
Lennon said life happens, displaces other plans,
an evolution of maturation from hopes and expectations
to what has been, is, and what is yet to come.
In the distance, an inquisitive, self-assured youth,
unstoppable, for whom failure was alien,
que sera, sera in mien.
In between, the midlife self schooled in life’s reality,
nil tallies begetting pragmatism, tempering intrepidity,
with neither hope nor hopefulness suppressed or quelled.
Today, my senior citizen contemplates its
ageless twenty-something heart and mind,
with as many questions, but fewer answers than they had.
There is no sigh, no lamentation, no regret
as I turn to continue along the current byway,
trusting that I have somehow made a difference.
© Copyright J. Nicholas De Bonis, 2015. All rights reserved.
Got yourself some new wheels, huh?
I can hear the squeals of rubber burning
I cough exhaust…left behind, oh gosh! I’m holding just a pile of dented fenders…
suspended… Your bucks spent. Engine Red..that foreign bred truck!
Snap, crackle and Popular Mechanic…Look at the maniac go….!
Holy, Moly….must be rolling in dough!
Woe is me, a junk yard dog, pile of junk, smelly sneakers left in my trunk
There he goes….who knows where….how many horses…under that hood...?
Should I know? I’d fly too, if I could. Just scrap metal in my bellow.
Heavy pedal, limp and wasted..used to be his favorite girl…kept me polished, waxed
and oiled…now I’m soiled. No garage..no umbrella, who gives a rip? Worn out
engine, give up the ship! Cast away…..not in style…gave a ride to Gomer Pyle
“See the USA in your Chevrolet"…, ‘cept that I ain’t got no carburetor
See ya later gator…what’s the hurry fella? Did ya see the light was yellow?
Red light, yellow light…. see if we can make the green
Going green….going green,….does that mean his hybrid’s clean?
Anti-freeze, it makes me sneeze….can’t I have some oil please?
Give ‘er the gas, let’s see what she’s got!
OH.. forgot!…ain’t got my tires..I’m retired
Pubescent male migration, arcing over sunless streets
Hear that squeak……doctor told me oil leak
Honest Engine, joined the pack, no Pontiac to take that ride
Is there heaven for old cars? Car 54 where are you??
I got my kicks on Route 66, running relays, no baton, just open freeways
Son of a gun…give it the gun……vroom.. vroom… run… run!
One door closes, need new hoses, or I don’t go nowhere… no how
Pile of rust, I’ve been busted, up on blocks…what a crock!
My teeth and pride are all knocked in…windshield wipers brush a tear
Windshield wipers swipe the years…skid marks show behind my eyes
Teeth and pride are all knocked in, guess I’m just an old has been!
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a stream of consciousness
A simpler time of simpler rhyme.
Filled with romance simply sublime.
An angels voice from yesteryear.
Sounds oh so nice in this boys ear.
A love of love for love's sweet sake.
And dream's for two a future make.
In today's world the past is pale.
So nice to hear love's not for sale.
Crackling and plinking mix so succinctly.
On a record recording done so distinctly.
An era gone by reminiced in the air.
So glad that they did so that we now can share.
It's funny to think of the people gone by.
It almost always brings a tear to my eye.
So to think that Dear Doris is still here today.
Give's promise that everyone will find their way.
For the sing to me contest/ Doris Day's Tea for Two
...."Coming *.* Soon." (*
I traveled back in flashes. . .
A rapid retrogression of life’s events,
backwards through this blare
into the depths of time. . .
arriving at that faraway and mystical
sphere of an untainted pre-existence,
the place I’d once believed all hearts
would yearn to be could they but see.
But seeing it again with educated eyes
that held my newer and terrestrial recollections,
I understood at last. . .
integrity is not an innocence,
progression is eternal,
and never can the past be resurrected.
4/30/2010
With my stereo
I return to the sixties
Love was still in bloom
The fifties brought on dazzling star Lucille
Zany and bubbly she was ideal
O like no other sitcom
Pure entertainment for Mom
Laughing at each week's new crazy ordeal
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
Originally posted on February 1, 2019
“I’m not old – I’m retro”
Says the sign that looks antique.
I bought it ‘cause I liked
Its sassy message, tongue-in-cheek.
But really, who embraces old
Or elderly or aged?
Why, even senior can be wrong
When someone’s years are gauged.
So I will stick with retro
‘Cause it sounds so cool and hip.
Come join my Retro club –
It’s an exclusive membership!
Buckfast and concrete slabs
Neds and rain and thoughts of dad.
Highflats, pigeons, pavement's hue
Subway makes me think of you.
City City City lights
stream on by
flashin neons reds and yellows,
and the bridge that takes me into town-
full of buses, truks, cars and drunks-
and junkies.
- hangin on by a shoestring,
eyein up ma bag like it's a new thing,
starin at me like im not really there,
just another passenger through their smothered glare.
And where it all began and should end I've no idea
It's just another city,
Another Retro Fair.
On show for the world
Seems unreal, but you've heard
The screams of the caged up people,
The People, The People, the people.
They've forgotton to keep their eyes on the prize,
They've forgotton paradise.
Too many high flats and grey hues stealin their eyes,
The people, The people,
The People
Buckfast
Concrete
Rain
Pure lethal.