Short Boomers Poems
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beware atomic attack!
1950s civil defense
duck and cover drills
Bert the turtle
showed us the way
flash of light - duck and cover!
I do not watch TV
use it like a radio
listening to it
but rarely looking up
wonder if this is what other baby boomers do
I suspect it is
Baby boomers, Gen X Gen Y, and now Gen Z
What will the next crop of babies be?
Will we start with A? Will they be boomers too?
Many of us want to know, especially Gen Z.
Oldies but goodies still turn my crank
Perry, Deano, Nat and of course Frank
Civilized crooners
Before the “baby boomers”
They were it, a pure expression of swank
I was one of the baby boomers
And we were raised differently
The subsequent generations
Have developed much more selfishly
They are the falsetto generations
Because they always go me me me
Form:
Once knew a lad from the boonies
Could really belt out some sad tunies
Made Elly May cry
Big tears from her eyes
Could also fart in tune with big boomies
© Jack Ellison 2015
Silent generation stay stoic, speechless, pout, watching time run out
Boomers shout while Gen X'ers rant
Millenials meanwhile, run fast, breathless, noisily pant
Gen Zs the end now, run can't
Belt up.
She was one of those old baby boomers
Who was constantly spreading false rumours
But she found all along
What she said was quite wrong
Now red faced, she stopped dropping her bloomers.
4/ 30/ 2017
Where would the South Koreans be
If the USA had left 'em high and dry by '73
And can you imagine West Germans' lives
If America had cleared out by '75
But 20 years for the Afghans was just too long
Who else think the Boomers got it wrong
A journey to the past,
For a weekly shop to last,
The grocer knew everyone,
When the baby boomers had begun,
We might get some biscuits broken,
Or an ice block, as a token,
Our olds did it on 2 quid per week,
Better times than this, they did seek.
Here's an ode to make us laugh,
Boomers resilient to the last,
Survived high school in the sixties,
Where we learnt cookery,
Girls did not have dicks,
Couldn't do woodwork, over it!
Instead, made a pudding of suet,
Fat, fat, fat, eating to rue it!
Breaking news
the new generation
has cured that
dreadful disease
which afflicted most
baby boomers
Indeed
workaholics
are a thing of the past
mind you…
they’ve been replaced
by game-aholics
but let’s focus
on the positive…
workaholism is cured
and a thing of the past
AP: 3rd place 2020
Boomers from here to anon,
What turned us all on?
Our blue jeans of love,
Marched for peaceful doves,
Sun baking for brown.
Skin blotches do cast frown,
Our denim survives,
Silvers staying alive,
So far, so good, I'm stating,
Freckles still proliferating,
Feeling young never grows old,
We're boomers, do be told!
Heavy metals make you dumb.
Arsenic, Gold, Plumbum.
Those metals take from the dome.
Why not try nickle, iron, or chrome?
Chlorine, sulfur, and radon will take away your breath.
Carbon, nitrogen, and hydrogen can make meth.
While mercury, zinc, and copper were known to the boomers,
lithium, silicon, and titanium were just late bloomers.
Okay, boomers, doing great,
We know it's never too late,
Rules can be bent, you see,
Rules shape society,
Archetypes we designed,
Thought control, never mind,
Divine love transcends all rules,
Despite what's taught in schools,
Fragments, these rules of men,
Specks in the universal zen,
Our souls light up to pray,
Okay, boomers, doing okay!
Ah, such nostalgic nights,
Twirled in skirt, wearing tights,
Music soothed our soul,
We sang along to Rock'N" Roll,
Jiving with our thunderthighs,
Supper, plates of fries,
Our tunes--"Mama Mia" too,
Does Abba mean much to you?
Part of "Kultcha" in our land,
Nostalgic nights, Karaoke band,
Good, clean wholesome fun,
Boomers in our setting sun!
Bottom line's about popularity
Achieved through division, polarity
No chants of 'Learn, baby, learn'
No yells for 'Earn, baby, earn'
The sixties shouted 'Burn, baby, burn'
Fast forward to today, nothing has changed
Just the issues and actors rearranged
Screams for 'reproductive rights'
'Defund the police' dogfights
Aging boomers for Gen Z-ers exchanged
Poor Jimi's dead and his music used
to turn baby boomers heads.
A musical icon shills a new car.
Let me stand next to your fire.
Nothing sacred in the consumer world.
Those who once thought you a joke
use your songs to invoke what is left
of a generations youthful fire.
I can see the Mother Teresa
Depends commercial on the horizon,
and the Princess Diana, brakes.
Jimi, you're lucky it wasn't charcoal.
Let me stand next to your fire.