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Premium Member Twentynet-60's

Flower children
              colors galore
    summer concerts- screaming crowds
     warm beaches - California girls
               surfin boys
               music- noise

               long hair
              colored skirts
        sideburns long- shirts off
        blue jeans - bare feet
               people power
               world peace
swirling psychedelic colors- smoking magic mushrooms
     the power of love- world message
     entranced by the magical journey
musical bands- rock and roll hot
   crowds screaming- English invasion
     girls swooning- songs rockin'
               flower power
                sixties blast



twentynet-60's
Phyllis Babcock
Form: Verse


Part 2: As English As Sausage, Egg, Chips and Peas

Then the guns roared!! and it was hard to distinguish the 
Hush from the roaring; the two seemed almost 
Indistinguishable. 
Was it the roaring, I wondered, or was it the hush that was 
The more fragile?
In truthfulness I was disappointed when I got home and 
Watched more of the same on the telly.
The British army is not what it was I have to say; the 
Gun-Salutes did not appear to be well orchestrated to my way 
Of thinking -- left one feeling all rather...unsatisfied.
Gone are the days of bright red tunics, golden buttons and 
Tall, glossy white hats; and gone the long stylish sideburns...
How magnificent those lads must have looked on the march.
Gone also the days of the glorious campaigns. The valiant 
Battles. The desperate, heroic actions defending some hopeless
Situation or some far-flung outpost that was deserving only
Of camel dung and fleas...and certainly wasn't for the lack of
Thanks we only ever got! ...same now for the Yanks I suppose. 
But glory fades along with the ages...just as our long-gone 
Age sank, ages back, into the fullest, mellow glow of the  
Whistling scythe's last Harvest Moon.

For I am unapologetically an English man; and will die as
Lizzie died...
As English as sausage, egg, chips and peas.
And to hell with those who decry Empire and Nation Building.
We saved the best of it, and created many a Sovereign State 
Out of nothing but mud and straw.
Lately I have pondered, that perhaps we sucumbed to what was 
A natural culmination of too lofty an ambition?
Or maybe it was nothing more than a simple case of 
Over-acheiving?
And if so, how do we arrive by the 'Grace of God' to all that?...
Could it be an inevitable fate which was pre-ordained?
But for the fact we had good glue we should have come unstuck
Many a long year ago;
But good glue we got...and still more to come I might wager.
Tomorrow, no doubt, the crowds will line the hilly miles;
And later we will have our pomp and ceremony...
But what has gone comes but once.

Then the whole world will watch, gawking, when an entire 
Race holds up their hands as a hurting child reaching up
For the comforting arms of their firecely protective Mummy.

I Get Along Without You Very Well

My life's been fine without you -- really has. 
A Belgian bar has opened in the square, 
and weekends, we do beer and tapas there, 
then Malcolm and Elaine's place, for some jazz 
and Jamieson's. May in Cortes -- what a blast! 
Right now, I'm growing sideburns! Summer hols, 
we'll all dress up as bandits and their molls! 
I've never laughed so much. Who needs the past? 

Yet sometimes, when the lake frowns in the rain, 
or April squalls tug blossoms from the trees, 
I think of you. This sadness preordained, 
like plane trees pollarded, proud amputees 
shorn of their plumes, emerges, stark and strange: 
and I know then. Some things will never change.
Form: Sonnet

Twentynet-70s

My childhood memories of the 1970s in England

                     Flared trousers
                      Platform shoes
             Long hair, sideburns, beards
             Abba and beautiful Agnetha
                    Raleigh Chopper
                       The Exorcist
                       Open shirts
                        Lava lamps
 John Travolta and Olivia Newton John
 Starsky and Hutch and Charlie’s Angels
                        Star Wars
                   Decimal currency
 Three piece suits, long collared blouses 
    Hendrix, Callas, Elvis and Bolan die
         Carry on films with Sid James
                  Brut and Hai Karate
              David and Angie Bowie
                 Margaret Thatcher
                   Workers strikes


Jack Horne for Nette's TwentyNet contest
© Jack Horne  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Verse

Last Rites - Cop26 Iii

The sideburns of the Maples
Turned another color in early October

I look in my Roman bathroom mirror
Person reflected is a stranger to me

The green children
No more than sprouts finding their blossoms

Are impossibly older than me
More ancient than the planet’s lore

Poor last good kids

Hunched over and limping
Faithfully lacing duty to their boots
Strapping chores across their shoulders

They walk the cobblestone Earth
Knowing the truth
As a crown of thorns upon their heads

Anxiously crying

Father
Do not forgive them

For they knew
Exactly what they were doing.


I Get Along Without You Very Well

My life's been fine without you -- really has.
A Belgian bar has opened in the square,
and weekends, we do beer and tapas there,
then Malcolm and Elaine's place, for some jazz
and Jamieson's. May in Cortes -- what a blast!
Right now, I'm growing sideburns! Summer hols,
we'll all dress up as bandits and their molls!
I've never laughed so much. Who needs the past?
Yet sometimes, when the lake frowns in the rain,
or April squalls tug blossoms from the trees,
I think of you. This sadness preordained,
like plane trees pollarded, proud amputees
shorn of their plumes, emerges, stark and strange:
and I know then. Some things will never change.
Form: Sonnet

Sassy sobriquets schooled sissy spindleshanks

Sassy sobriquets schooled sissy spindleshanks...
studious sexagenarian skinny scruffy scribe

My utmost humblest apology
for inducing the following
cerebral calisthenics upon your cranium,
but the cost of friendship
with yours truly 
(me – a foo fighting,
eagle eyed, beatle browed, beastie boy  
christened Matthew Scott Harris)
doth newt come 
like some hootie and the blowfish 
super tramping 
cheap trick linkedin to 
wings at the reo speed wagon
spinning zz top soundcloud.

Scathing, scolding, screaming,
scorning, searing, sing,
sociopathic sarin soaked skewed
squirt, sputtering, squawking, sleepily
staggering, stabbing, swaggering
sweltering sadistic, sarcastic,

savage, systemically systematically
stigmatized, supersized saber sharp
schick shaving, shunned, sabotaged,
scarred, scorched, smote, sanguine,
stippled, speckled schizophrenic
sensibility, spurring, seething,

somewhat stultified, sophisticated,
spellbound spirited scabrous
schlemiel schlemazel, stenciled,
sundered sniveling sanguine storied
snakebitten sojourning smartass,
skeptical shoddy sophomoric

screwball, subtly sagacious,
stunted, sclerotic, scrappily
shuffling short, Shylock 
styled sideburns Semite, 
sainted Shasta sipping 
shriveled sad sack,

sullenly syncopated, synthesized,
slobbering sybaritic, scruffy
sheepish sketchy scalawag,
Socratically scrutinizing, seizure
stricken, stoically sneezing,
shamed Skidrow skeezer, shifty,

sweaty, sham shaman,
supremely spidery, schmaltzy,
sylan seeking subsidized succor,
self shuttered, sequestered,
sidelined, shiftless, shabby,
semantically snazzy, soldiering,

shrieking, skulking, somber,
stooping, Segway scootering,
schmart spendthrift, Swahili
speaking, straitlaced, streamlined,
spongebobbing, sandal shod
sealegs, squarepants sporting

spectacles, sedate, sensate,
sentient, ship shaped,
shanghaied, salubrious,
slithering, snakish, stuttering,
sluggish, smashface scarred,
sober, solitary, sangfroid

skidamarink singing, Shamokin
speaking scrivener, scuzzy,
spunky, starved, submissively
suicidal, sunburned,
salaried shuffling senescent
snoutish soundcloud shutterflying
snapchatting schnorrer.

Sassy Sobriquets Schooled Sissy Spindleshanks

Sassy sobriquets schooled sissy spindleshanks...
studious skinny scruffy scribe

Scathing, scolding, screaming,
scorning, searing, sing,
sociopathic sarin soaked skewed
squirt, sputtering, squawking, sleepily
staggering, stabbing, swaggering
sweltering sadistic, sarcastic,

savage, systemically systematically
stigmatized, supersized saber sharp
schick shaving, shunned, sabotaged,
scarred, scorched, smote, sanguine,
stippled, speckled schizophrenic
sensibility, spurring, seething,

somewhat stultified, sophisticated,
spellbound spirited scabrous
schlemiel schlemazel, stenciled,
sundered sniveling sanguine storied
snakebitten sojourning smartass,
skeptical shoddy sophomoric

screwball, subtly sagacious,
stunted, sclerotic, scrappily
shuffling short, Shylock 
styled sideburns Semite, 
sainted Shasta sipping 
shriveled sad sack,

sullenly syncopated, synthesized,
slobbering sybaritic, scruffy
sheepish sketchy scalawag,
Socratically scrutinizing, seizure
stricken, stoically sneezing,
shamed Skidrow skeezer, shifty,

sweaty, sham shaman,
supremely spidery, schmaltzy,
sylan seeking subsidized succor,
self shuttered, sequestered,
sidelined, shiftless, shabby,
semantically snazzy, soldiering,

shrieking, skulking, somber,
stooping, Segway scootering,
schmart spendthrift, Swahili
speaking, straitlaced, streamlined,
spongebobbing, sandal shod
sealegs, squarepants sporting

spectacles, sedate, sensate,
sentient, ship shaped,
shanghaied, salubrious,
slithering, snakish, stuttering,
sluggish, smashface scarred,
sober, solitary, sangfroid

skidamarink singing, Shamokin
speaking scrivener, scuzzy,
spunky, starved, submissively
suicidal, sunburned,
salaried shuffling senescent
snoutish soundcloud shutterflying
snapchatting schnorrer.

Premium Member Ode To Three Rock Stars

There once was a crooner with sideburns 
Whose lips howled and hips churned as he turned
   His first name was Elvis
   They called him "The Pelvis"
Until the day he flamed out, crashed and burned

Jimi Hendrix sure wowed 'em at Woodstock
Created a new form of acid-rock
   He performed Purple Haze
   In a drug-induced daze
Star-Spangled Banner in permanent shock

And lest we forget Janis Joplin
Whose songs really kept her fans hoppin'
   She went on a spree
   With Bobby McGee
Then she OD'd, which ended her boppin'

These three heroes all met similar fates
Thinking themselves immortally great
   They took liberties
   With their minds and bodies
Canceling their remaining concert dates
Form: Limerick

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