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Boomers The post war baby boom, thats us. Before TV was, we were. Flash and Zarkov ruled videoland, Tonto and the Masked Man always won, and no one could quite handle Mrs. Kents' boy Clark. Mickeys' ears were a must, and decent clean cut kids were hooked on Gunsmoke. Where Harry "Gave em hell", Ike used his benevolent smile. The "Riders" traveled thru bigotry laden countrysides, and thoes cozy smoke filled back rooms were filled with more than cigar smoke. Camelot was envisioned and the muffled drums of that cold November day were endured. The college eruption spewed forth angry clouds of Kent State violence through which even Goldwater hawks couldn't fly. But somewhere time derailed us, and like our corn flakes, quietly sugar coated our reality. Now P&E ratios and Moneyline rule vidoland, IRA's and golden parachutes are in vogue, and "Takin it to the streets", means there's an art fair coming up. Perhaps, in the end, we become them........ |
Additional Notes:
Revision of on going work.
This Poem was Critiqued By: Gerard A Geiger On Date: 2005-09-07 01:33:29
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 1.00000
Dear Paul;
I have to comment on this piece..
You don't need to revise...
it is fine, just fine...
Yes we do sugar coat the
past and the trials and tribulations
of the sixties, when a whole
country was busy growing up
and making huge mistakes on both
sides of the fence.
From its limited perspective
of inexperience youth had a ready answer
for everything....and could not/would not
compromise its ideals...(or sell out)
Well, yes we grew up...we
learned to compromise to achieve the
most meaningful goals, and
shock!! we became them, only
a little bit better (IMHO).
Thanks for this thoughtful work.
Your friend,
Gerard