Long Seventies Poems
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In the restless fifties, teens had to face many realities:
join the draft and go to war or rebel and bear absurdities,
the neutral ones stayed in college and avoided penalties;
oh for God's sake, why should any youngster fight enemies?
Hippies rebelled against the government and shouted obscenities;
they wanted to smoke pot, make love and have lots of babies.
When Motherland calls her soldiers, there are no certainties...
either you fight to survive, or you surely die without strategies.
All mothers cried as they departed to meet their destinies;
did anyone hear them whispering those rules to assure safeties?
The young soldiers did, not discarding hopes and possibilities.
The Vietnam War was a long one, stretching into the seventies;
many didn't return, some did to enjoy serenities and liberties...
and proud they were to have served well, shunning insecurities.
I am guilty for the nation
I’ve no business to the world
In a play of no sensation
I’m a prompter of one word
Who would share a consolation
For the character of mine
I’m a proof of antination
Well disjointed from the time
Mental tenant of the era
Of the sixties – seventies
I’m that boy who smashed the mirror
It was fun to see it splits
Fatherland and motherland
I just can't relate to both
I belong to Nowhere land
That’s my real place of birth
That’s my peace, my joy and sorrow
Nowhere home, and garden I
Used to know, meet no tomorrow
Only yesterdays comply
Nowhere woman, nowhere man
Doing all the best we could
Stayed together till the end
Till it has become too good
I’m no more applied to this
My Arcadia I’ve seen
I’m a question you would diss
There’s no answer in the wind
I’m a petal of her rose
Orphan of the dying breed
I have loved, and loved I was
What I know I doubt you need
Frankie Valli is the name we all came to know.
He was born Francis Castellucio.
Born in 1937, in Newark, New Jersey,
Frankie would become a well-known music celebrity.
He started his musical career in the mid-fifties.
It continued well into the sixties and seventies.
His groups would have many different name variations
until 1960, when they became “The Four Seasons”
With Tommy DeVito, Bob Gaudio, and Nick Massi,
they had a big 1962 hit song with “Sherry”.
“Big Girls Don’t Cry”, “Rag Doll”, “Walk Like A Man”, and “Let’s Hang On”,
were joined by “Opus 17”, “Big Man in Town”, and “Dawn”.
“Can’t Take My Eyes Off Of You” was a hit among many,
along with “My Eyes Adored You”, “December ‘63”,
“Who Loves You”, “Swearin’ to God” and “Grease” that would come later.
Very few other groups would have success that proved greater.
As a solo performer, he puts on a fine display.
His fabulous career continues right up to today.
I thank wikipedia.org online encyclopedia for information I obtained to write this poem.
Being a baby of the fifties
musical sounds were always a rave
beginning in sixties with the fab four
Cliff, Elvis and ONJ were my fav
The seventies really got me hooked
the punk scene was originally vibrant
along with Kate Bush and Debbie's Blondie
this was time for seeds with a musical plant
In my reclusive days loved Dory Previn
really took me down inside of me
also loved country's Emmylou and Dolly
Cash man, Crystal and Billie Jo made me free
In past decade caught on to classical
Jenkins, Bocelli and Netrebko made superb voice
also love harp, violin and cello
hooked on Benedetti, Hahn and Mutter as my supreme choice
Also love sounds of guitar and trumpet
it brings such a soothing sound
calms one's nerves to zero
so a new person in you is found
There you have my musical world
effecting me in many a way
creating a mind to write in rhyme
bringing comfort and blessing to my day
I first dreamed I could fly when I was very young.
Ascending past the tallest trees plunged me among
the clouds—and past, but sun’s bright rays refused to burn
my tender flesh. I felt quite free on each sojourn.
Did love of make-believe engender dreams of flight?
Was it vice versa? I just know I still delight
in memories of dreamt adventures in the night.
Perhaps you’ll laugh and think I’m nuts, but I confess,
from time to time--though I am in my seventies--
I dream that, only briefly, I have taken flight
and drifted back to bed upon a pleasant breeze.
Psychiatrists might say my life is incomplete--
that dreams of flying symbolize that thing I lack!
I won’t believe this unless in my dreams of flight
I leave the earth and dream of never coming back!
NORDIC ECSTASY
You asked me a question, a nostalgic one
Where I was in the seventies
I was in the land of the midnight sun
With the descendants of the Vikings.
Looking at Norwegian rocks, their structure
Along the corrugated coast of the North Sea
I found myself on the lap of pristine nature
As beautiful on earth as it could ever be.
The ice-age glaciers have all melted away
Carving deep valleys for the fjord networks
To enter the lofty land the sea gets waterway
Where on azure clarity the sky disembarks.
Summer sun touches the arctic horizon
Goes up unset at the midnight hour
The sunshine on the night hangs on
Making the body clock go haywire.
The grey sky flushed with the aurora flare
Gleaming winter nights danced on the snow
I could still feel the Nordic ecstasy of the air
Though it touched me such a long time ago.
February 22, 2018.
In a time when bell bottoms danced with the breeze,
Two young hearts collided, as wild as the trees.
In the glow of the disco, beneath starlit skies,
They found in each other the spark of their lives.
With laughter like music, they twirled through the night,
In the warmth of their youth, everything felt right.
They whispered sweet secrets, shared dreams on the run,
Two souls intertwined, like the moon and the sun.
Through the years they wandered, through seasons of change,
From the highs of the laughter to the lows that felt strange.
Yet through every trial, their love only grew,
Like a fine vintage wine, rich and ever true.
Now in their seventies, with silvered hair bright,
They still hold each other, hearts dancing in light.
With the same spark of passion, they stroll hand in hand,
Two teenagers in love, in a world they still stand.
They reminisce softly of the days long ago,
Of the music, the freedom, the love that would flow.
Yet the magic they found in those innocent years,
Has blossomed and flourished, through laughter and tears.
So here’s to the lovers, who never let go,
Who weathered the storms, let their true colors show.
In the twilight of life, they still dream and they play,
Two hearts forever young, come what may.
Truth or dare? Truth ...
I came of age when I was twelve, (Janie, sixteen),
In one of the most amazing summers of my life, 1970 ...
Oh, I was much-and-far too young, and it confused me so.
Life was intensely more difficult after that, in many ways,
And I stumbled through puberty in painful fits -
Episodes of passionate unease and awkward humiliation.
Thus, a great deal of time passed before it all became evident ... real,
Before a tender and patient spirit led me to apperception,
And the exquisite joy of sharing myself in the deepest way ...
Before that fear and fluster was changed to warmth and covenant,
By a blossoming soul who decided I was worth her patience and care ...
A sweet, adept girl who saw my genuine intent as malleable desire.
The seventies were undeniably the most difficult years of my life,
But also the most intoxicating ... the most rewarding and wonderful!
For the chaos and turmoil and struggles of those teen years,
Were the fires that burned away the chaff of innocence and naivete' -
The hammer that pounded raw emotion into capability,
And brought forth the mettle ... from the wee lad.
For its value in course and occasion, that decade was, indeed ... my treasure.
* SECOND PLACE in the "Where Were You In the Seventies?" Poetry Contest, Line Gauthier, Sponsor. *
in 1923 girl babies were named Nancy, Susan and Ann
boy babies were christened John, Michael, and Joe
then the flappers came along and changed everything
Now girls could be Lois, Louise, and Edna
Boys were approved for names like Samuel and Zeb
During the depression years babies were suffering
They were named for grandparents
Jim, Stuart, Johnathan, Eunice, Maude, Bessie
During the fifties, it was vogue to name your children with the same letter
A family could have Dirk, Deke, Deanna, Dillion and Dwayne
Maurice, Marlene, and Margo lived across the street.
In the sixties names were borrowed from Presidents
Back to the Johns and Samuels, I am not sure about girl names
Seventies arrived; now okay to name your children Freedom and Rainbow
After that, it has been everything and anything goes
Shanty, River, Drake, Tulip, Apple, Bedpan
Baby books cannot keep up with the flow
The Only Star For Me
It’s my corner coffee shop, Starbucks
The cheer starts here with hot coffee
I’ll get yours, it’s nothing, awe shucks
A home away from home, my family
A blended Frappuccino, at lunch to boast
Make it a Sumatra Arabica venti
Fresh whole coffee beans dark roast
Patrons on Laptops, their cup’s never empty
Macha Latte hot tea, sweet and uplifting
Named after Starbuck, the first mate in Moby Dick
Originally intended on naming the coffeehouse Pequod
after Ahab’s whaleship, the name would not stick
At the brand’s core is the Starbucks siren, odd
The bare-breasted, two-tailed mermaid but
was intended to be as seductive as their coffees
Based on an old sixteenth-century Norse woodcut
The Seattle’s Pike Place logo evolved in the seventies
They unveiled a cleaner image of the mermaid
She was updated, cropped, and repositioned,
so that only above the navel is displayed