Hip to the Beat

By skinner_jennifer

Tue, 23 Oct 2012
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They were drenched in rock and roll,
let the beat go on...submerged in the
juices of the crisp vibrations...spirit
moved like an old oak vintage wine,

listening to the menacing rhythms,
clashing like symbols bodies engage,
raunchy verses were crude and sharp,
but the kids weren't afraid...cause
they're groovy filled with energy...
like a drum they were hip to the beat.

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Submitted by MS on
ive been to many a concert like this.

 

Submitted by blackjack-davey on
I like the 'juice of crisp vibrations...' I always thought of vibrations as quite squelchy, intestinal...the feeling of mass catharsis, a willed state of abandon. Nice

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on
Hi there MS, glad to know you could relate to this poem. Thankyou so much for reading and letting me know. Jenny.

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on
Hey! hi Blackjack-davey, love that description you gave. Those good old rock and roll sounds of the 50s and 60s couldn't help but get you going. Thanks so much for the feed back, really appreciated. Jenny.

 

Submitted by Highhat on
You good old Hippie, you Jenny- really brings back memories this poem.. ;)Pia

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
I like this Jenny. It really does have quite a beat to it and you have written it well. Very much enjoyed, and it does bring back many a memory for me too;-) Tina

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on
Hi Pia, glad I could bring some memories back for you. Those were certainly the days. Thanks for reading and telling me your thoughts. Jenny.

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on
Hello Tina, I bet this era was really special for you and I'm so glad I could stir some memories for you. Have been listening to a rock and roll cd, which gave me the inspiration for this poem. Really appreciate you reading and letting me know. Thankyou. Jenny.

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
It sure was special for me, Jenny. My boyfriend (now hubbie) and me, used to walk to Barnes, from Roehampton, which was a long way. There was a place called 'The Cellar', and it was there I heard 'She's Not There', performed by Colin Blunstone himself;-) Tina

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on
Hi Tina, thanks for coming back and telling me about your trip back in time. I love that song, but only know it by the Zombies, will have to look Colin Blunstone up on youtube. Gosh you and your husband must have so many special memories, that's the good thing about being together for so long, your life is for sharing and thinking back and smiling. Great to hear from you. Jenny.

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on
Hello Bear, you know me and my other half are crazy about Black Sabbath, so I could definitely relate to what you were saying. I really do appreciate your story and thankyou for reading my poem. All the best. Jenny.