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A Blast From The Past
Author: Capricorn

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The voice of Mary Hopkins sings aloud,
"Those were the days, my friend".can't help but smile
as memories come flooding back and crowd
my mind, with younger days, old tunes and style.

That time was magic, filled with hope and trust.
Those girlish giggles, eyeing gorgeous guys
with Beatle hair-cuts, filling girls with lust.
Then shattered hearts from tearful sad goodbyes.

She'd mend the split with mini-skirts and shoes
with high stilettos, ready for the dance.
Then bop to Cliff, forget her Moody Blues,
and hunt for talent, hoping for romance.

We'd wear false lashes, the latest fashion
and smitten fans would welcome stars with screams,
or smooch to Moon River's rising passion
.while man has landed on the moon it seems.

The girls would gather, dance around their bags,
till Casanova tapped her shoulder, twist
with her all night until the end; she lags
behind with him, just longing to be kissed.

The sun shine never seemed as bright, or hours
so full of optimism. "We thought they'd
never end".I hum as memory devours
and ponder on the endless games we played

"We'd sing and dance forever and a day"
.remembered now, but through a rosy haze.
Yet good things have to end and drift away
"Those were the days, oh yes,.those were the days"

------- Author's Notes -------

If you were young in the sixties you will appreciate this more..

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Comments on this poem/writing:

Martin Vann (171.75.206.171) -- Monday, September 29 2003, 01:20 pm

I was and still am, Thanks To Your Poem..,

Cap, This was fun, thanks for the trip down old Memory lane, I had a blast. now dyas iits more of a quite pop. Very nice poem. MartinV
Capricorn (82.36.129.85) -- Monday, September 29 2003, 11:39 pm

Hi Martin

Yes it was fun for me too. I could not stop singing this song last week after hearing it again, and then all the memories came flooding back. Thanks.
Dino (67.26.80.24) -- Wednesday, October 8 2003, 04:11 am

To be young in the sixties!

You have brought me back to a young man in high school, playing in a rock & roll band. My brother with a Beatle hair style and me with a James Brown (front) and Elvis (sideburns).We are wearing blue sparkle jackets, gold sparkle vests, ruffle shirts, black flare pants and white alligator shoes. Watching the girls twist, as we played that Chubby Checkers song. They're wearing their mini-skirts, bubble or bee hive hair-do's, low-cut bell bottoms. As we open the stage for a senior assembly, and blew the place away with our horns like the roman trumpets, playing the new hit song (The horse). The girls would fall in love, as we harmonize to "Still of the night" and "When a man loves a woman". Yes, it was a groovy time. As a bass player, you have brought me back to that time, when I too thought it would never end. When I hear the oldies on the radio, it's "spooky" "and I "tighten-up" I turn into the "jerk" just want to "swim" and "watusi" "under the board walk". Brings out my "evil ways" and dream about that "black magic woman". Yes, you can say I really do appriciate this poem. Thanks so much Cap, for making me feel young again. A great poem. Yes those were the days, oh yes, those were really the days!
Capricorn (82.36.129.85) -- Friday, July 23 2004, 02:43 pm

Dino -- are you there?

Hi Dino -- I have just found your reply to this poem that I must have missed last October. I don't get here so much reccently and haven't seen you post here either. I don't know if you will even read this. Your comment has made me feel young too -- all those memories. Where has the time gone. I have missed reading your poems and our little discussions. Would be nice to see you back -- even to just say `Hi' Hope you are well -- take care.
 
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