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Give me back the seventies

the seventies is my go-to decade
for it is when I was my cutest
and my three daughters were born
I looked terrific in my bell bottom jeans

the edge of them had rickrack and lace
I embroidered a happy face and flowers on her pockets
my go-to vest was loaded with fringe
I wore my hair long and messy; I felt wild and free

the music of the seventies was anti-war
Folk music of the Mamas and Papas
The Carol Burnett Show was marvelous
As was Barney Fife on Andy Griffith

Women did not have to wear make up
We could burn our bras, and we did
Helen Reddy wrote and sang “I am Woman”
It was a powerful time for us, especially me.

hippie born after the seventies

nature loving Lee
she felt the soul of the stones
a hippie born late

memories of the seventies

red hot lava lamp
shaggedy raggedy rug
peace sign plump flower

bell bottom hip huggers
fake fur vests and free love
open hearts, open ideas

nineteen seventy
volkswagon buses and Viet Nam
such a contradiction

reminds me of the seventies

Psychedelic bedroom reminds me of my hippie days
I revel in the glow of the black light; it was so chic then
Not super popular now, but exciting to this old hippie
Reminds me of my youth, seventies, hip hugger bellbottoms
How can you sleep in here? Asks other adults.
How could you not? I reply.

In the Seventies

In the seventies
When we showed our bellies
we wore teeny tiny tops
And we were teeny tiny ourselves
We thought we were cute
Because we were
In the seventies

Another Eighties Music Revival

The sudden eighties music craze
had gone beyond the norm
the local supermarket
was swept along by the storm
as more and more of the shoppers
joined in with the revival
filling up on nostalgia
from t-shirts to CDs and vinyl

Reaping the customer whirlwind
for Boy George and Eurythmics tracks
some smart Alec from head office
said “This is no time to Relax!”
the mullet headed store manager
he looked a manic Midge Ure
a sarcastic lad on the tannoy
said “Sorry, but we’ve got no Cure”

Over at customer services
I said a mistake’s being made
“The seventies had John Lennon
Bob Marley, T. Rex, Slade!”
the guy claimed to be sympathetic
towards my point of view
then asked me to go on a website
and give him a Five Star review

A wise woman sat at the checkout
smiled to me as she said
“When this fad blows over
they’ll still want milk and bread”
so the moral to this story
is one of wisdom not sadness
that everyone’s entitled to
their little bit of Madness.

What Can You Do For Me?

People need sincerity, not false hope or rumors. People need security,
    not broken promises. What Can You Do For Me?  People need jobs,
    not unemployment: People need housing, not homelessness. 
    People need food, not starvation; What Can You Do for Me?

    People need Peace, not war.
    Education is a right, not a luxury.
    People need affordable transportation, not a luxury charge for ordinary.
    transportation.
    People are human beings, not animals.
    What Can You Do for Me? I ask.
    What Can You Do for Me?

If I Was Heading To the Seventies

Where are you going? I wondered as they toddled by.
They were dressed in hippie costumes, and I wondered why.
They are heading to nineteen seventy, another said.
I loved this and kept it alive all day in my head.

If I was heading to the seventies, I would need a vee double you.
It would have to be sassy and girly, pink ought to do.
I would take my two besties and we would head toward the beach.
We would be playful and virginal, and stay out of everyone’s reach.

Lynette Loves the Seventies

Lynette was attached to the ambiance of the seventies.
She had a shag rug with large loops and flecks of silver.
Bulb like globs floated in her six lava lamps.
She replaced her accelerator pedal with a weird bare foot pedal.
Her house featured peace signs, happy faces, and free love slogans.
My favorite piece was a Volkswagen bus planter that yelled “perky”.
But in actuality, I liked the entire set up – her car and her house.

The Seventies

summers that tasted to me like youth's freedom
bridge over troubled waters topping the chart
how soon I would come to understand



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Posted on May 22, 2021

Olden Cars

Cars in the seventies,
Had character, you see,
Lime green Fords with stripes GT,
Waxed on weekends, thoroughly,
Double Cam exhausts with Mag wheels,
Now bland cars are the deal,
White, black, silver or grey,
Purple or orange cars just drove away!

Bras of the Seventies

Silky polka dots, paisleys, flowered bras too.
Printed sweetly in the seventies, reds, and blues.
Debbie had the prettiest that was the big news.
Hers was rainbow in ambry, type of gentle hues.
Bras were more important than any of our hairdos.
Why we needed fancy, did some of us confuse.
Those who did not realize free love was not a ruse.

The 70s Kids

We are the crying children of the 70’s,
 not much changes inside ‘other than knowing better now ,what undoubtedly would have been the keys to the kingdom back then .

We are the innocent generation of comic trusting gullibility ‘the worry of our world and blame For its care or lack of ‘now placed firmly upon us .

We are the children of an era where life ‘as a fact was better and way more safe in the groove that we knew as the 70’s.

We are the trapped children sentenced to incarceration? in adult bodies, 
no one speaks of our future anymore, only that of the up and coming millennials who flee willingly to adulthood ‘only to find out to late their folly .

We are the crying children of the 70’S ?

Nineteen Seventies Alive and Well

bell bottom blue jeans
warm belly button showing
nineteen seventies

woodstock mad music
vietnam war in full swing
youth rebelling now

free love is rampant
people living in communes
churches pray like mad

usa magic
separation of  our youth
from solid parents

after kennedy
dr martin luther king
turned country wild

youth were change ready
probably the soldiers too
holding breath in swamps

nineteen seventies
color tv was alive
sonny and cher show

assertive women
wait patiently in the wings
for the eighties turn

Greens and Oranges of the Seventies

The psychedelic oranges and greens of the seventies
Brought scads of foils and flocks into homes that had been
Saturated before with flowered, and vined wall papers.

Nehru jackets, hippies, flower children, and Viet Nam soldiers
Permeated the news, saturating our breakfast newspapers.
Colored TV is exciting, but worth the extra expense? Not sure.

Children are joining communes, making new families.
Questioning their parents, their politicians, and the war.
A war which the young soldiers are not allowed to question.

Religion is losing her grip on the family. 
Sex is no longer blatantly reserved for marriage.
A revolutionary time brought about on the heels of hero assassinations.

Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., and the Kennedy boys glancing down 
From their heavenly seats, wondering what is to become of us.
I wish I could say things got better….

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