A wreath appeared before me -
or was it a noose?
My head soon thrust through it,
I was Bullwinkle Moose.
It happened so fast -
my thoughts in a whirl -
were I one or the other,
I'd be Rocky the Squirrel.
a hippie and beatniks . is that unproductive imagism for you ?
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • August 10–16, 2026)
Down to the disco giving it the moves
Funky flares Getting down with the grooves
Black Sabbath with their heavy metal sound
Losing control, shaking your head around
On the dancefloor giving it all you have got
Going to festivals smoking pot
Hippy clothes and platform shoes getting drunk on cheap bootleg booze
A drive in your car to a nice quiet place
Hoping tonight you get to third base
They were the days when everything was wild
I must have been great to be a sixties child
Sixties girly dress
frothy scratchy petticoat
patent leather shoes
pretty lace anklets
ready for Sunday School
twirling in the rain
Hope?
Nope.
Dope.
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Tab Hunter
Frankie Avalon
Rock Hudson
dream boats from the sixties
on the covers of every teen magazine
they still make me sigh deeply
in 1966 the UFOs were so plentiful they chased us town to town
Back when our mothers vacuumed in pearls and an evening gown.
We were terrified we would be lifted up and probed unmercifully.
I think I feared UFOs and alien surgeries until about 1973.
In the sixties every single Friday evening was TV fright night
We preteens sat in front of the screen with friends, terrified all right
What we saw was in gray scale, black and white, but truly horribly scary
alien kidnappers from another dimension grabbing us and our Uncle Harry
we stayed awake hours after the show went off the air, which it did.
I still remember these amazing slumber party opportunities I had as a kid.
Our cousin Lou came over to watch, wearing her PJs under clothes
We invited her to stay all night to watch TV which scared us to our toes.
a sixties bouffant
full skirt on a cotton dress
scarlet red lipstick
shes queen for a day
tall high heels and pearls
ideal woman
sixties tribal group
grew their Hair rock musical~
charmingly naïve
sixties memory
charm school back in the day
i am not kidding
The smell of freshly cut lawns
A bright blue sky on Summer morns
Our neighbour playing his saxophone
As the sun fades my mother calling me home
Riding my bike as fast an I can
My father whistling as cuts timber on the saw band
Endless backyard cricket games
Only stopped by sundown flames
After a day running outside around
Falling to sleep in front of the TV bound
Waking to sunlight through my window brightly
Feeling safe and loved in my family .
© Paul Warren Poetry
In most of the movies back in the day.,.
women of the sixties wore glasses, so they could be smart
Women without glasses were thought to have empty non-thinking heads
In the sixties TV shows, all librarians wore glasses
Even the ones who did not need them
sexy women put their hair in ponytails and wore glasses
So men would be afraid of their smart brains.
When the women wanted to wow the men
They would take their hair down and
take off their glasses
The men's eyes would bug out.
They could not believe how attractive the women had become.
They barely recognized them and fell in love instantly.
As soon as the smart glasses came off.
we watched this on TV all the time when I was young
women were tiny
their waists and noses petite
they had large dark eyes
they wore stylish modest dresses
fancy velvet hats, earrings and gloves
beautiful women in the beautiful sixties
sleek and sneaky, stealthy too wherever they go
sixties cats crawl around sixties beatnik row
their eyes are squinted, they know where it is at
we are careful not to point out their ears are flat
they have a look only seen back in the day
they are always black, never orange, tan or gray
the sixties cats sit in sixties chairs, streamlined and fine
modern we thought back in those olden times
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