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With chips and fries, girl buddy Pam and I
Lounged on a diva for night- time cable,
When Travolta caught our TV- tube eyes
Hips gyrating to Night Fever’s wiggle.
Our feet tapped as we looked at each other
“Let’s hit the town and paint it red”, we said;
In a flash, we dolled up and tossed our hair
Scooting the bar where pop- tunes drowned ahead.
We paced the dance floor wiggling our hands
To the height of beats like ‘ole college days
Then, more late 90s theme songs rocked the band
While starry eyes begged for music ablaze.
The crowd mingled to pass few drinks around
As we jigged along, romping like prom queens,
Till street lights dimmed to imply---‘homeward bound’
No way! It’s Girls’ Friday till morn , supreme!
Daren Watson's A Girls Night Out
by nette onclaud
Having Touched You
by Michael R. Burch
What I have lost
is not less
than what I have gained.
And for each moment passed
like the sun to the west,
another remained,
suspended in memory
like a flower in crystal
so that eternity
is but an hour, and fall
is no longer a season
but a state of mind.
I have no reason
to wait; the wind
does not pause for remembrance
or regret
because there is only fate and chance.
And so then, forget . . .
Forget we were utterly
happy a day.
That day was my lifetime.
Before that day I was empty
and the sky was grey.
You were the sunshine:
the sunshine that gave me life.
I took root and I grew.
Now the touch of death is like a terrible knife,
and yet I can bear it,
having touched you.
I wrote this poem as a teenager after watching "The Boy in the Bubble": a made-for-TV movie starring John Travolta.
Through the eyes of one born in 1952:
1950’s TV craze
Muscle cars, blue jeans
Poodle skirts, class ring exchanges
Simple time, grandparents involved.
Girls want to be pretty, men call women girls
I Love Lucy
Topper, Loretta Young,
Show of Shows
Grandma’s house on Sundays. Grandpa’s teach skills.
Girls want to be beautiful, men call women “dames”
1960’s Marauding cold war
Russia cosmonauts
Space race
Grandparents are moved to nursing homes.
Girls want to be Jackie, men call women “wife”
JFK and Bobby
Dr. Martin Luther King
Killed by cowards
Grandparents give advice, but visits are more seldom.
Girls want to be housewives, men call women back home.
Early 1970’s, hippie revolution
Egyptian cat queen make-up, free love, anti-war.
Barbara Streisand, Sonny and Cher, Bette Midler,
Grandparents see an alarming pattern of disrespect.
Girls want to be singers and dancers, men get confused.
1980’s
Fur vests, striped pants
Disco Music, John Travolta, Sundays are just another day.
Grandparents have rights, and try to get part time custody of their grandchildren.
Women want to have rights, be independent. Men call them “busters”
1990’s, Turn of everything, selfishness on the rise.
Assassination of Innocence, church and family are scoffed.
Grandparents back off, not daring to give advice, seeing it is not wanted.
Women are working all over the place. Men are not the only bread-winners.
2000’s Computers are in houses
Children are alone, latch key
911 happens, people pray for a day or two.
Grandparents are nowhere around.
Men and women get depressed; children are too.
2010’s
I-phone. I-pad, I-know. I, me, I, I, I.
Lawsuits, lawlessness, spiritually bereft.
Communication breakdown; facetime grandparents once in a pink moon (rarely).
People sit next to each other and text. Confusion reigns supreme.
Breaking down of family is complete. Sorrowful, angry people, disjointed, sad.
Lit up balls sparkling bright
Hanging like a big bright light
Over a dance floor like a stage
People dancing a new craze
Disco is catching on fast
I wonder if it's gonna last
One arm staying by your side
The others swinging way up high
Up and down as you shake
Your bottom half like a quake
It was soon brought into life
As John Travolta stayed alive
Making disco really known
It's popularity has grown
Like a lot of fads have done
But this one was really fun
Everyone's booty was grooving
There was always someone moving
To this new sound that's outrageous
Dancers would become contagious
With the beat loud and blasting
As a disco ball was casting
Circles of love and romance
That went smoothly with a dance
Lit up balls sparkling bright
Hanging like a big bright light
Over a dance floor like a stage
People dancing a new craze
Disco is catching on fast
I wonder if it's gonna last
One arm staying by your side
The others swinging way up high
Up and down as you shake
Your bottom half like a quake
It was soon brought into life
As John Travolta stayed alive
Making disco really known
It's popularity has grown
Like a lot of fads have done
But this one was really fun
Everyone's booty was grooving
There was always someone moving
To this new sound that's outrageous
Dancers would become contagious
With the beat loud and blasting
As a disco ball was casting
Circles of love and romance
That went smoothly with a dance
often smile back at me,
but not at Whole Foods,
where scowling shoppers
are on a mission of health,
come hell or high water
Apparently, a bowl full of kale
makes the world go round
for the striving less than happy hunters,
the cranky customers
in Lulu Lemon
No time for pleasantries
while chasing white rabbits
"The hurrier I go, the behinder I get"
Just too much money,
under-loved lives,
and too many leftovers
Either way,
I relish in the wind
making music for me
It is in the trees,
mimicking waves
like the long grass
that Glenn Close
('Sarah, Plain and Tall')
describes, coloring my soul
in every shade of connection:
"The land here rolls a little like the sea
and when the wind ripples over the grass
it looks just like the wind
on the sea"
In 'Phenomenon'
John Travolta sways in rhythm
with the longer living trees,
reminding me of continuity
"Everything is on its way
to somewhere"
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
Confessions aren't easy but here I go
I'm about to tell you what you don't know
I secretly dance at home all alone
I like karaoke with a microphone
Singing and dancing I ain't got no skills
Still it's way better than swallowing pills
As I perform I still have one great fear
If I sing to loudly others will hear
Sometimes I practice at home in the shower
Enjoying myself for many an hour
Maybe one day I will be good enough
Then I won't be afraid to strut my stuff
Until that distant day please leave me alone
I will keep up practice to improve my tone
John Travolta moves, singing like the King
Imagine all the joy one day I will bring
Please keep my secret, you made me confess
Others could be worse, perhaps they cross dress
Confessions not easy secrets come out
Now you will learn what Soupers are about.
Sweet Anne's Confessions of a Poetry Souper's contest.
Do you have: "That Summer Feelin"
- by Jonathan Richman (1984)
Finally: "School's Out for Summer"
- by Alice Cooper (1972)
Yes, : "Sun is Shining"
- by Bob Marley and the Wailers (1971)
Because: "Everybody Loves the Sunshine"
- by Roy Ayers (1976)
You can ride on: "Heat Wave"
- by Martha and the Vandellas (1963)
Give you a sense of: "King of the Beach"
- by Wavves (2010)
Maybe you already: "Dancing in the Street"
- by Martha and the Vandellas (1964)
Feel it: "Good Vibrations"
- by Beach Boys (1966)
Magical ... : "Summer Nights"
- by John Travolta, Olivia Newton-John
A good advice in the end: "Take It Easy"
- by the Eagles (1972)
But, enjoy your summer vacation
25.06.2019
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Do young boys start thinking of girls
with imperfect make-up and pretty clothes
who look like Barbie in every sense of the word?
I used to look at them and laugh,
thinking they were going to a party
rather than attract the opposite sex!
That's the time when girls were a fantasy,
filling up this head with unrealistic thoughts...
to have been the handsome Prince Charming,
and offer them anything on a silver platter;
and growing up I realized how silly I was...
I had little to offer, still carrying their books to school!
Somebody should have pinched me and told me
that at such age chasing girls was a game of hide-and-seek,
or a dance around-the-rosy to sing nursery rhymes;
even my teacher loved my greasy hair with that combed-back hairdo,
tight jeans and a plain t-shirt as handsome Travolta would wear...
only made me famous for an afternoon on the dance floor!
Those were the most exciting times for a naive boy like me
charming them with that look of lover to make them fall in love with me,
it worked, but after dancing they started giggling...whispering something
that made me appreciate the ingenuity that girls had at the age of twelve;
and would it had happened today, I probably would have gotten many kisses,
remembering their smiles, but not saying, " That's the time when girls were a fantasy! "
Written by Andrew Crisci
for nette oncloud's contest,
" ...At This Age "