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!
Ray-Ban sunglasses,
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Rubik’s Cube in hand.
Arsenio Hall:
ReplyDeleteWhatever happened to him?
Woof! Woof! Woof Woof! Woof!
Memorable times
ReplyDeletebeer backgammon, quarter bounce
pomp and circumstance
I call this haiku "'Splains A lot"
ReplyDeleteMr. Belvedere
Pee Wee Herman, Charles in Charge
The men who raised me.
John Lennon is shot
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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
ReplyDeleteThe Eighties pale next to the
Nineteen Seventies
Seventies: decline
ReplyDelete'Nam, Watergate, Inflation
Eighties: a rebirth
Dukes of Hazzard and
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To watch? Negligence?
The Love Boat took us
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Saturday nights. Odd.
Disco was dying,
ReplyDeleteI wore sunglasses at night,
A lot of hot air.
Wasn't "burning love?"
ReplyDeleteI sang the lyrics so loud.
Oh. Oops. Panama.
MMM
Preppies, Preppies, all
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ahead of the curve.
Rubber Uglies, Madewells
headbands, monogrammed everything.
Topsides, LL bean, Saab.
Raising small children
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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!
ReplyDeleteDepressed new mama
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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,
ReplyDeleteYours 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!
ReplyDeleteThanks, MMM and Renee.
ReplyDeleteI 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,
ReplyDeleteI 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
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it takes diff'rent strokes.
Hairstravaganza
ReplyDeleteShe wore sequined shoulder pads
She was everybody's lover.
Hairstravaganza
ReplyDeleteShe wore sequined shoulder pads
She was everybody's lover.