Standing in the Shadow

Brethren skulking from the daylight shadows,
we watched other guys suck up to chicks,
offering to trade their Beatles bubble gum cards;
lying about how much they dug "Love Me Do".
Dirty Stones fans, we snickered every time
the sycophants lauded Ringo over Pete Best;
stared in disbelief at enraptured female fainting
on Ed Sullivan's really-big Sunday show.

Displaying our leathers, we were anything but Fab;
Brian Epstein would have deemed us scrofulous,
a given that nobody's daughter would marry us.
Back then, chicks were rated by putting-out,
not how many texts backed up on their cell phone.
No one really gave a thought to "the British Invasion",
nor if our lot in life would "Not Fade Away".



Poetry by Brian Oarr
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Written on 2010-03-27 at 20:19

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Christin Brennan
oooweeeee, rebellious soul. i swear the Man Upstairs kicked me off my cloud at the wrong time. i was supposed to land in the early 60's so by the time i was in high school, college & my early 20's the pot would be perfect, reclining in the air
& hash...well...we'll save that for a rainy day.
but i am so very sorry if i've gotten off the beaten path a bit, i just love the environment you left me in. That poem & the memories that inspired you should be written down cause people like me, can not so much live vicariously, but get that moment that's now your poem, that's now another moment i made to be mine :)

cheers,
christin

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2010-04-07



. . . then there were the guys who went for the Dave Clark Five.

Nice playground memory for me, thanks.
2010-03-27