Boomers Poems - Poems about Boomers

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...

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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 for the baby boomer Generation that built and retired at...

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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!...

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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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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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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...

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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 lost DiMaggio We grew up fast We learned the ropes And mostly on...

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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. We kept phone numbers in a phone book. ...

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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, time to listen, time to speak. Clothes were brightly colourful and...

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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 dimes Were at the root of children’s chatter And now in tin...

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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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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 in Earth's cooperative health and safety insurance, re-assurance. In this early post-millennial...

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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 throughout the land Actually been known to topple down trees Some building...

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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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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...

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