As I was coming of age,
punk was all the rage.
The older generation,
had the Beatles, and the Stones.
I had Sex pistols and Rammones.
Sham 69 and the Clash,
the Jam and the Dammed.
They would strum their guitars,
so fast sing so loud,
sometimes spitting in the crowd.
The message was loud and clear,
anarchy is here.
It was not all so obscene,
a woman called Debbie Harry,
came on the scene.
A woman with blond hair, and such
an erotic air.
I had pictures of Debbie, on the wall
for her, I would have done anything
anything at all.
With her band Blondie, they had a good sound,
turned the punk world upside down.
"Atomic" "Union city blue"
"Hanging on the telephone",to name
a few.
Her music I still hear today,
remembering memories dear.
I know she is older today,
but she still has the erotic aura,
of yesterday.
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Comments
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Good memories!
Great memory poem -- nice work -- Good luck in the contest!
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Thank you.
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I like that your piece is kind of a story, put into short sentences. However, it was close to being prose disguised as a poem. I liked the story though, as I always love hearing stories of what people have grown up with, especially from the 50s, 60s, 70s and 80s. I'm quite young as you can probably tell! haha! Still, Beatles is one of my all time favourite bands! Anyway, I really liked the piece. Good job!
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Thank you ,they were the good old days lol.Carl.
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