Boomer Poems - Poems about Boomer

The years meandered ‘long ‘til I hit twenty dreams of fame, girls and money Married too young, I was a jerk tethered now, to the daze of work Lost in their haze, decades...

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We, the Children of the Atom: Whose quantum physics master the balance of past and future. We remember before and after; to aim them both with hands still enslaved by petty policy and impractical allegiance to the thieves who multiply yet still. We say now to them: Imagine what we shall do in the autonomy of...

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Your paradigm's a relic and yes, 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 forges kingdoms in ephemeral memory. Survival's a mosaic the gig life sets us free. No cubicles confine us from drudgery's apathy. You bartered years for baubles in tenure's fallacy. Oblivious to the...

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One generic baby boomer, (a garden variety sexagenarian)... offers his interpretation of critical race theory I, (an articulate, charming, domesticated, erudite, friendly, genteel, humorous, intelligent, kind, learned, male, albeit modest – married) with freshly clipped formerly gnarly toenails discounts the popularized myth encompassing world wide webbed historical events despite being taught Northern Europeans owned preeminent supreme paradigm, whereby hegemony instituted, enforced, and blanketed upon conquered peoples. Blissful...

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Who were they? They walked to and from school when they were younger. They had to complete their homework alone before they were allowed to go out and play. They were given chores they were responsible to keep up with. They were given money to go to the local store to buy simple things like milk, bread, eggs, and...

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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 dad. It was the 1950’s. Planes were not yet a big deal and many traveled long distances by train. It was a train that carried my mom away from a husband impossible to live with. The year...

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At work a (millennial) was snorting about his weekend trip to a casino how he was sick of wearing a mask how he didn't care if he died or not. I asked him what if he were to tote the bat flu home to his loved ones he gave me the F.U. (boomer) stare walking away in smart phone...

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Here comes the Boomer remover, A geriatric hoover, come to sweep up your complacency And puncture your dismissivenes so don't dissolve into hissy fits, Or lectures on snowflake millennials, Your snide and tested perennials, 'End the lockdown now, Long live the new normal' is your siren cry, but another, better world is coming, It's no use trying to deny, The pulse of history is running, Out of...

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A badge of great honor We wear it with pride, They say it’s an insult But we’ll let that one slide. A boomer’s a doer A person with Pep, Marching alone To their own special step. The children of Giants Who lived through a war Instilling in us The passion to soar. They call us great bores Whose opinions don’t count, Incongruous has-beens Our words they discount. Little they know It’s...

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Mr. Chuck Schumer Is a Baby Boomer His real name is Charles Ellis Aren't you just insanely jealous?...

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Albeit cold shower with sudden zoo ming onset of brisk fallen temperatures may not be amenable to you dear reader, but after Matthew sets to washing creating substantial lather, visited with healthy slew of frothed shampooed hair do (cuz - jest like Spongebobsquarepants, I like abundant suds), which initial shock of cold water jolts mine body inducing "Whew" to escape...

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In the long grass on the island of Toomer , lives a great big bird called the oomer boomer. Now this bird is not like any partridge or pheasant, on the whole the boomer is really quite pleasant. It’s beak is quite long, and it’s wings are quite tiny, and his claws are long and...

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Can you remember Lost in Space, Bonanza and Gunsmoke? How about Leave it to Beaver—all the fun they`d poke? The Dick VanDyke Show made us laugh, and so did Mr Ed. And all the married couples had to stay in their own bed. Jeannie couldn`t show her navel. Father did know best. Tom and Dickie Smothers really failed the...

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My skin is all wrinkled my muscles are jello, I'll tell you right now I'm one bummed out fellow. My joints are all achy my eye sight is shot, it feels like my head is clogged full of snot. My lungs are all blackened from decades of smoke, I'm not in good shape and I look like a joke. I used to be able to run a fast...

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For years we have gone hunting. I've loved sitting next to him in his deer blind or sitting quietly in my own. Now that Boomer came into our lives I see all living animals as having feelings and I can't stand the thought of hunting. Boomer is our bassett hound. He thinks he is human. I sometimes think so too. The way he has...

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