Silent generation stay stoic, speechless, pout, watching time run out
Boomers shout while Gen X'ers rant
Millenials meanwhile, run fast, breathless, noisily pant
Gen Zs the end now, run can't
Categories:
boomers, 12th grade, africa, anxiety,
Form: Englyn
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 to the mosque just couldn’t be great
And with Buddhism she felt all a glow
But she still identified as a Christian so
Perhaps it’s true train up a child
But her training was unique and mild
For she recalled Bootsy’s Rubber Band
And Stevie Nicks, Stevie Wonder on hand
Music was the church in her life
She was a cool nerd never a wife
A poet who sucked at math in her head
But like a mom stretched a penny till it’s dead
Had many jobs, but a mom and proud to be
Not afraid of death for it is purple peace
Categories:
boomers, america, appreciation, bereavement,
Form: Bio
Ah, such nostalgic nights,
Twirled in skirt, wearing tights,
Music soothed our soul,
We sang along to Rock'N" Roll,
Jiving with our thunderthighs,
Supper, plates of fries,
Our tunes--"Mama Mia" too,
Does Abba mean much to you?
Part of "Kultcha" in our land,
Nostalgic nights, Karaoke band,
Good, clean wholesome fun,
Boomers in our setting sun!
Categories:
boomers, age, appreciation, beautiful, celebration,
Form: Rhyme
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.
Categories:
boomers, age,
Form: Rhyme
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!
Categories:
boomers, age, appreciation, beautiful, encouraging,
Form: Rhyme
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 we just let them live out their lives
Like long ago generations did
You see, I don’t recall Gen Caveman
Or Gen Industrial Age
And they seemed to have made it just fine
Without the help of some superfluous adage
I wonder why we started naming ourselves
Are the children so ashamed of their parents
Perhaps afraid they won’t be able to overcome
the terms of their inheritance
Categories:
boomers, humor, poetry,
Form: Rhyme
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 lost DiMaggio
We grew up fast
We learned the ropes
And mostly on our own
We’re called the Baby Boomers
We’re "like a rolling stone”
Bill MacEachern August 13, 2023
Categories:
boomers, 2nd grade, 3rd grade,
Form: Rhyme
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, time to listen, time to speak.
Clothes were brightly colourful and charming,
Hair long and flowing ~ blowin' in the wind.
Money no object ~ or so it would seem.
The world appeared to be as a fairground,
A hall of mirrors in which to reflect;
The tunnel of love was always with us.
We played our music and we rocked-'n'-rolled
Our hearts evoked by transistors not sense;
Twisting the night away, far away, lost.
We thought those days, my friend, would never end,
Timeless days of golden spring and summer.
There were no clouds to keep secret the skies.
Yet time moves on and takes its undue toll.
Some of us are carried off with the tide,
Others remain stranded on the surf's shore.
"How lucky to be here!" I often muse
For now I know a generation raised
Was never conceived to grow up at all.
Categories:
boomers, cool, crazy, innocence, music,
Form: Blank verse
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 dimes
Were at the root of children’s chatter
And now in tin pans and coffee cans
The pennies and nickels are scattered
Occasionally counted carefully
in stacks of silver and copper
remembering the value
that used to be the difference of a
prince or a pauper
Categories:
boomers, money, nostalgia,
Form: Rhyme
beware atomic attack!
1950s civil defense
duck and cover drills
Bert the turtle
showed us the way
flash of light - duck and cover!
Categories:
boomers, childhood, memory, poetry,
Form: Light Verse
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 throughout the land
Actually been known to topple down trees
Some building have been forbidden entry
Till the all-clear alert is finally sounded
Checking if all the offices were empty
Rather be known for some scientific discovery
But hey, take fame from where it comes
If that's the reason for my new found fame
I take solace and celebrate my bum
Categories:
boomers, humorous,
Form: Quatrain
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
Categories:
boomers, funny,
Form: Limerick
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 past time's horizontal doors; vertigo altars
Lifting yesteryears fetus high unto tomorrow's sacrilegious rubicon skies....
Wiping the dust from their babies knees; pledging allegiance while hallucinating
Amid some carcasses carcinogens chemical compound, reactions ? Suigeneris
Inversion's irruptive talisman's clan less, love's holy grail; epochtic charms rattling cans
Skeletal bones prevalent hands ? Theocracy, his kingfish in a morbid light; enter, her sandman.
Categories:
boomers, art, baby, cancer, love,
Form: I do not know?