"boppers" poems - Hello Poetry

They enter the café just as some sappy pop song is playing They order then immediately hug Embrace Swaying to one side, together, like the wind Encircling the leaning tower of Pisa Then teetering to the other solstice Foot to foot, smile to smile, hand round skirted waist Forearm resting on his tall blazered shoulders This is forgivable in the young Those teeny-boppers with defiant hair-cuts and posters However, he has peppered hair She, though voluptuous and tanned, Must be in her 30s. “Affair.” My cynical devil snickers, between sips But I sit mesmerized, and for the first time ever Envious. The chairs and the tables somehow seem more distant The song now sounds as if it’s funneled through some crackling phonograph The very light disentangles itself from stones It’s as if a sky has opened up in my chest Flying high overhead, one lone raven, Its slow shadow Gliding across my heart Oh, how I miss you 5 states away I see your smile on magazine covers I vaguely sniff your scent on passing women Yet you remain elusive - immaterial, haunting, While this visceral assault Leaves me bewildered - empty An echo in a chiaroscuro cavern Fading for thee

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Jul 28, 2016

Jul 28, 2016 at 5:31 PM UTC

alessander

Letters from N.M.

They enter the café just as some sappy pop song is playing They order then immediately hug Embrace Swaying to one side, together, like the wind Encircling the leaning tower of Pisa Then teetering to the other solstice Foot to foot, smile to smile, hand round skirted waist Forearm resting on his tall blazered shoulders This is forgivable in the young Those teeny-boppers with defiant hair-cuts and posters However, he has peppered hair She, though voluptuous and tanned, Must be in her 30s. “Affair.” My cynical devil snickers, between sips But I sit mesmerized, and for the first time ever Envious. The chairs and the tables somehow seem more distant The song now sounds as if it’s funneled through some crackling phonograph The very light disentangles itself from stones It’s as if a sky has opened up in my chest Flying high overhead, one lone raven, Its slow shadow Gliding across my heart Oh, how I miss you 5 states away I see your smile on magazine covers I vaguely sniff your scent on passing women Yet you remain elusive - immaterial, haunting, While this visceral assault Leaves me bewildered - empty An echo in a chiaroscuro cavern Fading for thee

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The assassins hit in 63 And Camelot was gone, Inspiration vanished And the darkness sang it’s song. *Vietnam escalated Brezhnev’s Russia loomed, Africa was eviscerated And Red China entombed. *Floating on a long white cloud The Kiwis were replete With abundant British markets For their butter, wool and meat. *The Europeans went **** And Britain lost it’s way When the Beatles and the Rolling Stones Monopolized their day. *Man landed on the moon And raised the Yankee flag And they shot Mahatma Ghandi For making good things out of bad. *The Berlin Wall dividing, The Cold War tense and spare, ICBM’s threaten silently In their silos of despair. *Bob Menzies ruled Australia As an amassing of his loot And his White Australia Policy Condemned him as a brute. *Found naked on her tousled bed, Blonde hair across her face, Marylin Monroe is dead The world’s a darker place. *In the Age of Aquarius Our children lost their youth, LSD and smoking *** And Afro’s were the proof. *Lots of leg in miniskirts, High bouffant’s in the hair, Screaming teeny boppers Rock with Elvis on “the Air”. *Giant, Rawhide, Ponderosa, Martin Luther King, Kaftans and a cheese fondue, Abortion is a sin! It’s a sixties kaleidoscope, A panoramic skim Of an era of wonderment Which you and I lived in. Marshalg @the Gate Mangere Bridge 20th January 2009

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Oct 23, 2009

Oct 23, 2009 at 2:25 PM UTC

marshal-gebbie

Skim of the Sixties

The assassins hit in 63 And Camelot was gone, Inspiration vanished And the darkness sang it’s song. *Vietnam escalated Brezhnev’s Russia loomed, Africa was eviscerated And Red China entombed. *Floating on a long white cloud The Kiwis were replete With abundant British markets For their butter, wool and meat. *The Europeans went **** And Britain lost it’s way When the Beatles and the Rolling Stones Monopolized their day. *Man landed on the moon And raised the Yankee flag And they shot Mahatma Ghandi For making good things out of bad. *The Berlin Wall dividing, The Cold War tense and spare, ICBM’s threaten silently In their silos of despair. *Bob Menzies ruled Australia As an amassing of his loot And his White Australia Policy Condemned him as a brute. *Found naked on her tousled bed, Blonde hair across her face, Marylin Monroe is dead The world’s a darker place. *In the Age of Aquarius Our children lost their youth, LSD and smoking *** And Afro’s were the proof. *Lots of leg in miniskirts, High bouffant’s in the hair, Screaming teeny boppers Rock with Elvis on “the Air”. *Giant, Rawhide, Ponderosa, Martin Luther King, Kaftans and a cheese fondue, Abortion is a sin! It’s a sixties kaleidoscope, A panoramic skim Of an era of wonderment Which you and I lived in. Marshalg @the Gate Mangere Bridge 20th January 2009

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Just the other day I met Robert Goulet I was surprised a bit The way his mustache twitched A mind of its own Like in the Twilight Zone Jumping right off his face His mustache ran away Teeny boppers next door Giggled out of control As Roberts mustached jumped Landing in someones lunch That's when the Maítre ď Let out a girly scream Quite an embarrassment To all us burly men Then throughout the day The mustache of Robert Goulett Made a name for itself As it ventured about town His mustache all could see Has a tinder streak Helping old ladies out To get across the street Why it even saved a cat Giving all its nine lives back Pulled it from a tree That was burning excessively At that same moment saved the town Itself from burning down But that story's much to long To try to abound The town was so impressed They trimmed up the mustache Of Robert Goulett Then gave it a ticker tape parade After that they named a street Because of its heroic feat If it had two hands to greet Would have handed it the city's key And if the mustache could talk at all Would have given the greatest speech If Roberts mustache had only known It'd do this good out on its own It would have left the upper lip Along time ago

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Dec 1, 2015

Dec 1, 2015 at 7:49 AM UTC

mike-hauser

The Mustache of Robert Goulet

Just the other day I met Robert Goulet I was surprised a bit The way his mustache twitched A mind of its own Like in the Twilight Zone Jumping right off his face His mustache ran away Teeny boppers next door Giggled out of control As Roberts mustached jumped Landing in someones lunch That's when the Maítre ď Let out a girly scream Quite an embarrassment To all us burly men Then throughout the day The mustache of Robert Goulett Made a name for itself As it ventured about town His mustache all could see Has a tinder streak Helping old ladies out To get across the street Why it even saved a cat Giving all its nine lives back Pulled it from a tree That was burning excessively At that same moment saved the town Itself from burning down But that story's much to long To try to abound The town was so impressed They trimmed up the mustache Of Robert Goulett Then gave it a ticker tape parade After that they named a street Because of its heroic feat If it had two hands to greet Would have handed it the city's key And if the mustache could talk at all Would have given the greatest speech If Roberts mustache had only known It'd do this good out on its own It would have left the upper lip Along time ago

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*Cossack Cowboys Riding Llamas That they dress In pink pajamas Teeny boppers Blowing bubbles Biker chicks Causing trouble Nuns in Habits Punks in chains One or two Of the deranged Rubbing Buddha belly Cravers And the band Harvey Danger David Bowie Elton John Both of them With Spacesuits on Vegetarians Eating chicken Love it fried Finger licking In a line to Meet and greet Obama Now I wish I'd brought my Mama On the T.V. Slicing, Dicing Infomercials Are enlightening Lindsey Lohan There's more trouble Send the Police On the double Michael Jackson With his monkey Chandelier Swinging junkies Bottle Rocket Ridding crickets Dolly Parton Doing dishes Tubs of Crisco Set for wrestling Bee Gees do be Disco dancing With Bruce Jenner Wearing makeup Dolly's kitchen Filled with soap suds Rubber band Bumper babies Call me odd Don't call me crazy Shooting stars Carry Uzis Washed up stars Drink beer in Koozies Donnie Osmond Singing show tunes As Marie blows Animal balloons Circus Barkers And their Minions Waylon left us Shooter Jennings Heidi Klum Without makeup To say the least She looks a bit rough American flags As rainbow banners Peal, scratch, and sniff Talking bananas Hookha smoking Manatees Oh yea... and then there's me These are just a few of the things that lean On the lamp post of my dreams*

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Feb 2, 2015

Feb 2, 2015 at 1:50 PM UTC

mike-hauser

Leaning On The Lamp Post Of My Dreams

*Cossack Cowboys Riding Llamas That they dress In pink pajamas Teeny boppers Blowing bubbles Biker chicks Causing trouble Nuns in Habits Punks in chains One or two Of the deranged Rubbing Buddha belly Cravers And the band Harvey Danger David Bowie Elton John Both of them With Spacesuits on Vegetarians Eating chicken Love it fried Finger licking In a line to Meet and greet Obama Now I wish I'd brought my Mama On the T.V. Slicing, Dicing Infomercials Are enlightening Lindsey Lohan There's more trouble Send the Police On the double Michael Jackson With his monkey Chandelier Swinging junkies Bottle Rocket Ridding crickets Dolly Parton Doing dishes Tubs of Crisco Set for wrestling Bee Gees do be Disco dancing With Bruce Jenner Wearing makeup Dolly's kitchen Filled with soap suds Rubber band Bumper babies Call me odd Don't call me crazy Shooting stars Carry Uzis Washed up stars Drink beer in Koozies Donnie Osmond Singing show tunes As Marie blows Animal balloons Circus Barkers And their Minions Waylon left us Shooter Jennings Heidi Klum Without makeup To say the least She looks a bit rough American flags As rainbow banners Peal, scratch, and sniff Talking bananas Hookha smoking Manatees Oh yea... and then there's me These are just a few of the things that lean On the lamp post of my dreams*

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You’re bad for me, They think I don’t know that, But I am mad you see, And their objections only my rebellion begat, You’re a rock star in the making, So Mr. Rock star stop hesitating, And just rock n’ roll my heart, Play on the strings and give its beat a kick start, Come on Mr. Rock star, And just rock n’ roll my heart, Just play on this beating bleeding guitar, I know dancing to your rhythm isn’t smart, Because you’re my worst possibility, With soon to have fan girls and teen boppers, Only to provoke in me jealous hostility, With you’re soon to be chart toppers, But Mr. Rock Star in the making, Come on and just rock n’ roll my heart, It’ll one day soon be breaking, When your attention does depart, So Mr Rock star in the making, We only have this moment for our taking, Where by we may some feelings impart, So Mr Rock star for now just Rock n’ Roll this heart.

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Dec 7, 2012

Dec 7, 2012 at 6:12 AM UTC

lesley-rautenbach

Rock n Roll My Heart

You’re bad for me, They think I don’t know that, But I am mad you see, And their objections only my rebellion begat, You’re a rock star in the making, So Mr. Rock star stop hesitating, And just rock n’ roll my heart, Play on the strings and give its beat a kick start, Come on Mr. Rock star, And just rock n’ roll my heart, Just play on this beating bleeding guitar, I know dancing to your rhythm isn’t smart, Because you’re my worst possibility, With soon to have fan girls and teen boppers, Only to provoke in me jealous hostility, With you’re soon to be chart toppers, But Mr. Rock Star in the making, Come on and just rock n’ roll my heart, It’ll one day soon be breaking, When your attention does depart, So Mr Rock star in the making, We only have this moment for our taking, Where by we may some feelings impart, So Mr Rock star for now just Rock n’ Roll this heart.

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Who lives in a pineapple under the sea? one glass of Ovaltine- oops, I had three can we fix it? yes we can! a plethora of beanie babies always at hand no play-doh or silly putty on the couch remember the smell of York patties when you opened the pouch? Teletubbies is on, I hear the nu-nu my beloved game boy and Gremlins; Gizmo's my booboo come along and see what's new it's me, you, and Zooboomafu remember when Emily wished on a dragon scale? that's what started the Dragon Tales I'd drop anything to catch the Rugrats show Tommy, Dil, Angelica, Chuckie was kinda slow Cinnamon Toast Crunch in my bowl Soccer Boppers and those little ugly trolls Jell-O pudding and Dragon Ball Z I knew the Fresh Prince song when I was only three I still watch SpongeBob and now I'm in high school just because you keep it real doesn't make that you're uncool.

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May 15, 2014

May 15, 2014 at 2:38 PM UTC

jennaleanne

#90skids

Who lives in a pineapple under the sea? one glass of Ovaltine- oops, I had three can we fix it? yes we can! a plethora of beanie babies always at hand no play-doh or silly putty on the couch remember the smell of York patties when you opened the pouch? Teletubbies is on, I hear the nu-nu my beloved game boy and Gremlins; Gizmo's my booboo come along and see what's new it's me, you, and Zooboomafu remember when Emily wished on a dragon scale? that's what started the Dragon Tales I'd drop anything to catch the Rugrats show Tommy, Dil, Angelica, Chuckie was kinda slow Cinnamon Toast Crunch in my bowl Soccer Boppers and those little ugly trolls Jell-O pudding and Dragon Ball Z I knew the Fresh Prince song when I was only three I still watch SpongeBob and now I'm in high school just because you keep it real doesn't make that you're uncool.

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Watching anime again lately, the teeny-boppers eagerly asking each other for "contact info" I now think to want that, but it'd do no good since I never call guys. (sonnet #MMMMMMCCCCXVI) Not gloaming, but a fragile note that sense Culls as the maples' silent leaves shift, pale Light on the waning, and blue's soft detail Is clouds 'non painted to effect that hence. Lo, green by dint of shadows deepens, whence This calm that tiptoes 'cross the moor t'avail Knows aye, the hollows are alive to scale, Nor frogs asleep now nightfall beckons thence. I wonder if Joe thinks of me as twere, Or whether dreams are mine alone tae stew Oer, who 'non miss those eyes sunglasses' poor Blind's kept me from enjoying two weeks now too Erm, many. I'll just wait, and pray. Assure Me nothing. He is moving fast thinks who?! 16Jun17b

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Jun 17, 2017

Jun 17, 2017 at 12:08 PM UTC

JennyGordon

Yes, It's Song of Songs Playing Whiles I Stew

Watching anime again lately, the teeny-boppers eagerly asking each other for "contact info" I now think to want that, but it'd do no good since I never call guys. (sonnet #MMMMMMCCCCXVI) Not gloaming, but a fragile note that sense Culls as the maples' silent leaves shift, pale Light on the waning, and blue's soft detail Is clouds 'non painted to effect that hence. Lo, green by dint of shadows deepens, whence This calm that tiptoes 'cross the moor t'avail Knows aye, the hollows are alive to scale, Nor frogs asleep now nightfall beckons thence. I wonder if Joe thinks of me as twere, Or whether dreams are mine alone tae stew Oer, who 'non miss those eyes sunglasses' poor Blind's kept me from enjoying two weeks now too Erm, many. I'll just wait, and pray. Assure Me nothing. He is moving fast thinks who?! 16Jun17b

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MUSIC IS DEAD- Once a time there were Poet's who ryhmed With guitar, voice, piano, drum, being as one In song. MUSIC IS DEAD- Monterey pop festival, Woodstock, Newport pop festival, Altamont, the list goes on. MUSIC IS DEAD- No more does music have meaning, protestors protested for reason's, now protesting what the administration sais is truth While yet middle easterns, and our own citizens are seething. MUSIC IS DEAD- Lyrics that once changed the earth, now are a church, of fashion idols, teenie boppers, pinning bad against good, turning good Into to bad, cash makes younger ones happy, older musicians die off by the bags. Lady gaga speaks of materialism, with the kids, listens with it mom and dad, societies failure. MUSIC IS DEAD- Once something sacred, sacrosanct, has turned to global banks, making stage sets such as save the planet ( while many destroy it) MUSIC IS DEAD- Don't let it get in your head, you are still being fed, what the sixties spoke of CONTROL. Don't sell your soul. Music is dead.

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Mar 11, 2016

Mar 11, 2016 at 9:35 AM UTC

tommy-jackson

MUSIC IS DEAD (R.I.P)

MUSIC IS DEAD- Once a time there were Poet's who ryhmed With guitar, voice, piano, drum, being as one In song. MUSIC IS DEAD- Monterey pop festival, Woodstock, Newport pop festival, Altamont, the list goes on. MUSIC IS DEAD- No more does music have meaning, protestors protested for reason's, now protesting what the administration sais is truth While yet middle easterns, and our own citizens are seething. MUSIC IS DEAD- Lyrics that once changed the earth, now are a church, of fashion idols, teenie boppers, pinning bad against good, turning good Into to bad, cash makes younger ones happy, older musicians die off by the bags. Lady gaga speaks of materialism, with the kids, listens with it mom and dad, societies failure. MUSIC IS DEAD- Once something sacred, sacrosanct, has turned to global banks, making stage sets such as save the planet ( while many destroy it) MUSIC IS DEAD- Don't let it get in your head, you are still being fed, what the sixties spoke of CONTROL. Don't sell your soul. Music is dead.

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Never can be but always will be, still we can only try. buy a sidecar ride a tramcar slide your fingers in the jam jar marmalade tastes great. A Legal high? legal to die? sanctioned. They sell poppers to boppers and coppers come calling, I'm nearly not quite though falling through light oh it's shiny. It's time we went the rent's due and I'm new at this game.

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Dec 8, 2016

Dec 8, 2016 at 4:21 PM UTC

john-edward-smallshaw

Juke boxes

Never can be but always will be, still we can only try. buy a sidecar ride a tramcar slide your fingers in the jam jar marmalade tastes great. A Legal high? legal to die? sanctioned. They sell poppers to boppers and coppers come calling, I'm nearly not quite though falling through light oh it's shiny. It's time we went the rent's due and I'm new at this game.

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