Karam Misra Poet Pantoum

Heady Days

( In memoriam - the heady days of draft, hippies, moon-landing and Gloria Steinem)

When Armstrong landed on the distant moon
It was a wild world full of hopes and dreams.
Hippies sang songs to melodious tune,
In jungles abroad there were painful screams.

It was a wild world full of hopes and dreams,
A father and his son fought side by side.
In jungles abroad there were painful screams,
Hard-headed woman would mores  deride.

A father and his son fought side by side,
So where do the children play in these times?
Hard-headed woman would mores  deride,
"Antiestablishment" those days was crime.

So where do the children play in these times?
Hippies sang songs to melodious tune,
"Antiestablishment" those days was crime
When Armstrong landed on the distant moon.

~02 Jun 2016~
Syllable count - 10 syllables per line (via www.how many syllables.com)
Titles From Cat Steven (Yusuf Islam) Numbers:

Armstrong
Wild world
Father and son
Hard headed woman
Where do the children play

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Bl Devnath June 15, 2016 at 2:37 PM Beautiful poem my lovely friend. Congrats on your beautiful win. Loved always, bl Karam Misra June 15, 2016 at 9:51 PM Thank you, Dev. ~karam~

Lukas Ficklin June 15, 2016 at 8:46 AM What good times! I'm sad to say I missed those days but i believe for centuries the 60's and 70's will be remembered in history for all of the progress made across the world.... And moon :) Karam Misra June 15, 2016 at 8:58 AM Those were the days, Lukas. Computer code was so many holes on pieces of paper. Life was a box of chocolates then. ~karam~

Eve Roper June 14, 2016 at 9:50 PM Karam, good write congratulations on your write :-) Hugs Karam Misra June 14, 2016 at 11:13 PM Thank you, Eve. ~karam~

Andrea Dietrich June 3, 2016 at 9:26 PM This was so lovely how you put your words together to form this look back at the love and peace era. I can tell you where the children played. We just played outside with no cell phones or cable tv channels to worry about!! Oh, for the good old days. Karam Misra June 3, 2016 at 9:39 PM Yup, am a child of those times myself (note the "am", not 'was')- no electronic pollution to muddle up our pure thoughts and lives. We played on the lawns, in the fields, in running streams, muddied ourselves, drank water off the tap and the garden hose, sang songs, ... meanwhile, a lot of things were going on... Thanks for the appreciation, Andrea. You made my day! ~karam~

Tom Quigley June 2, 2016 at 12:04 PM Well put together and evocative of the era! Karam Misra June 2, 2016 at 8:49 PM Thank you, Tom. Tried to squeeze in the essense of the times. ~karam~