Friday, July 20, 2012

 

Haiku Friday: The 1980's

The music! The fashion! The terrible TV shows! Whew-ee, those 1980's were weird!

Here is my 1980's haiku:

Freeway Ricky Ross
Brought crack to all of So Cal
Did you know he's out?

Now it is your turn-- just make it 5 syllables/7 syllables/5 syllables. The winner gets their bio here on Monday!

Comments:
Ray-Ban sunglasses,
Members Only jacket, and
Rubik’s Cube in hand.
 
Arsenio Hall:
Whatever happened to him?
Woof! Woof! Woof Woof! Woof!
 
Memorable times
beer backgammon, quarter bounce
pomp and circumstance
 
I call this haiku "'Splains A lot"

Mr. Belvedere
Pee Wee Herman, Charles in Charge
The men who raised me.
 
John Lennon is shot
at the start, and at the end
The Berlin Wall falls.

In between those two:
Challenger shuttle explodes,
gas leaks in Bhopal,

Pan Am Flight is bombed,
USSR launches Mir,
Titanic wreck found.

Klaus Barbie gets life,
and China kills students in
Tiananmen Square.

Susan quits law firm,
and becomes a Buddhist nun
living in Nepal.
 
As for being weird
The Eighties pale next to the
Nineteen Seventies
 
Seventies: decline
'Nam, Watergate, Inflation
Eighties: a rebirth
 
Dukes of Hazzard and
Dallas. Why was I allowed
To watch? Negligence?
 
The Love Boat took us
To Fantasy Island on
Saturday nights. Odd.
 
Disco was dying,
I wore sunglasses at night,
A lot of hot air.
 
Wasn't "burning love?"
I sang the lyrics so loud.
Oh. Oops. Panama.
MMM
 
Preppies, Preppies, all
around. In GP we were
ahead of the curve.

Rubber Uglies, Madewells
headbands, monogrammed everything.
Topsides, LL bean, Saab.
 
Raising small children
so I did not know, sadly,
that Dire Straits was great

Years later, I heard
Mark Knopfler and spent two months
listening to it all.
 
Elegant sad circle game,Susan. Marvellous. And The Chief is on a roll!
 
Depressed new mama
Stares at dishes and dust,her
Brown-eyed boy chirptalks.

Sure hope she makes it.
I remember her singing
Blues when she wasn't.

He'll come home and no
Housework will be done,angry at
Mom,who cloned his wife.

Clawed her way out,Sixties
Gal in an Eighties fix--Pills,
Wards...here comes the sun.
 
Susan,
Yours made me think of Billy Joel's "We Didn't Start the Fire." Well done! It makes me wish I knew you.
MMM
 
Bravo, Rene. Exceptional!
 
Thanks, MMM and Renee.

I think I wasn't quite in Mark's intended spirit of bad TV shows and music, but this is where my mind went.
 
In my darkest day,
I met Mary. Suddenly,
It was all magic.

So every year on
8-8-88 I celebrate
The Eighties again!

Bob
 
what might be right for
you may not be right for some.
it takes diff'rent strokes.
 
Hairstravaganza
She wore sequined shoulder pads
She was everybody's lover.
 
Hairstravaganza
She wore sequined shoulder pads
She was everybody's lover.
 
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