Short Bell Bottom Poems

Orange, yellow, and pink.

60's colors, striped, flowered

Pre-Bell bottomed year...

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Orange, yellow, and pinks.

60's colors, striped, flowered

Hip-Hugger Bell Bottoms...

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Made my name in Monterey
BB,Muddy ,the key to how I play;
Bell bottom fashion was my thing,
Little Richard was my king
like his voice,my guitar sings.


Inspired by Raul's latest photo...

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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...

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You liked my bell bottom jeans,
said they made me look like John Denver.

I grinned, but then the little car
took a bend too fast,
I had to fight the wheel
to stay on the road.

Later when Denver flew his plane
into sudden death
I threw the dumb pants away....

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Night wrinkles on dim hangers.
Bell-bottom pants,
two-toned platform shoes,
a `kipper' tie,
unhinge from time and mind.

The closet door clicks shut.
Empty hangers swing-on in the dark,
rocked now
by the surviving members
of every rock band
that ever broke up....

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Sailor men, bell-bottom dressed,
They know what ladies like the best:
Strong men, with hair upon their chest
And with duration well possessed.

So come ye maidens howe’er you look,
If you can bake or you can cook
Come out ye from your sheltered nook
And do not pleasure overlook....

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A vision only my sleeping eyes 
can see:

Night wrinkles on dim hangers.
Bell-bottom pants,
two-toned platform shoes,
a `kipper' tie,
unhinge from time and mind.

Then the closet door 
clicks shut like a shell.
Empty hangers swing-on in the dark,
rocked now 
by the surviving members
of the Rolling Stones....

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Where you were in the 70's

Wore pink elephant-collar silk shirts 
 I was preteen, teen young adult
 Danced in polyester bell bottom pants
 Lived in the center of USA heart lands
Where I was in the 70's
Watching Soul Train 
 And American Bandstand
Where I was in the 70's

3/01/18
written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2018©...

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I remember when
bell-bottom pants were a fashion;
I wore them not thinking I was a hippie
protesting war with contention...
mom was afraid I'd be drafted and lose me.


I remember when 
an ice cream cone cost only a dime,
all its ingredients were truly natural;
now, all vendors compete and mime...
one can't find that one that's sensational....

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you lean back
like you always did 
and blow

wearing your bell bottom slacks
cool 
just like you always were

I hear you now
maybe I always did
I just didn't know

it's all I ever wanted  to do
paint a picture
lean back
see 
feel
and hear the music

so please understand
I'm not trying to be you

I'm just trying



© Whit Howland 2019...

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In the seventies we thought we were modern
Utmost chic, sassy, on the cutting edge.
With our bell bottom slacks
And our bell sleeved shirts and dresses
Perhaps we were.
Everyone had the same pattern.
It was fun to see which fabrics others would select.
Paisleys and florals were vividly popular!
The polka dotted fabrics stayed back in the fifties.
But stripes were definitely a choice....

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Psychedelic
Good times
Woodstock
Peace love
Long hair
Bell bottom
Jeans and beads
Guitars strumming
Hippies
Around a campfire
Singing
Free style
How the lovin’ was easy



Published in my 24-page photo/anthology ~RANDOM MUSINGS VOL.2~ 2020

AP: Honorable Mention 2021

Submitted on February 21, 2020 for STRAND SELECT X sponsored by BRIAN STRAND

Originally posted on April 15, 2019...

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They took away my peacenik beads
                          and things I like to puff.
                          My bell bottom worn out jeans,
                          blue, with paisley cuffs.
                          Head to toe in olive drab,
                          taught me how to march.
                          shaved my head, learned ways to kill,
                          two years without my fluff....

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Bell-bottom blue jeans 
were the rage 
when I was that age
'tween twelve and fourteen.
With no money to spend 
on such foolish things,
our lives wouldn't end
without that latest trend.

But we knew how to make do,
and Mom didn't say no
when we just split the seam
of an outdated jean,
sewed in a piece of colorful cloth
from an old-fashioned frock,
and felt groovy in our homemade 
bell-bottom blue jeans....

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