Once More

Accept equality, admit to science That you always believed - Why wouldn’t love be free? San Franciscans and summer lovers Flocked here seeking illusion. They saw pretty colors, but no truth. I extended my hand, warmly You grasped it, looking onward To clover crowns and daisy chains. There is no understanding of The light in shaded eyes, or Coy words slipped from tight lips. Summers always end, she said. We sighed, nodding off to dream, Once more before the apocalypse. -ARCantu, 05/25/2023

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Beata Agustin

Date: 12/21/2023 8:20:00 PM

Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.

Ann Cantu
Date: 2/5/2024 9:11:00 AM

Sorry for the late reply. Thanks so much!

Daniel Schack

Date: 11/13/2023 11:06:00 PM

nice.

Jerry Brotherton

Date: 8/24/2023 9:15:00 AM

A beautiful tribute to the sixties. Like you, I was a few years short of being there, (13 in 1970). But being from a small Midwest town, we were about 5 years behind the rest of the world.

Ann Cantu
Date: 8/24/2023 1:36:00 PM

I’m glad you enjoyed it, Jerry. Thanks for your kind words.

Timothy Ray

Date: 7/7/2023 11:05:00 AM

being raised with only sisters and parents who would whip your ass for any racial remarks did not prepare me for the peace and love hoax of the flower children who lived up to such, as most had only ideals when it did not conflict with their own agenda....Age of Aquarius was the Age of Hilarious.... yeah I am still pissed over bad dope deals

Ann Cantu
Date: 7/8/2023 7:26:00 AM

Thanks Tim. The late ‘60s were a strange time for those coming of age, or so I imagine. I was 10 in 1970, missed being a flower child hippie by a few years.

S.Zaynab Kamoonpuri

Date: 5/31/2023 10:37:00 AM

Woah a sublime abstract muses poem. Equality and no colour discrimination yes woven in the poem well. Kudos! >>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<^^^^^^^^>>>>>>>><<<<<< Plz also read and comment my newest poem

Ann Cantu
Date: 5/31/2023 12:43:00 PM

Thank you for your kind words. I appreciate your taking time to read!

Suzanne Delaney

Date: 5/29/2023 3:19:00 AM

There is always that sense of the uneasy underneath- when love seems real and life seems perfect Science states it as Chaos Theory so my philosophy is enjoy happiness but always prepare for the worst. Nice thought provoking piece, Annie. Hugs, SuZ

Ann Cantu
Date: 5/31/2023 12:40:00 PM

I could have sworn I already replied here, but maybe I failed to properly submit. Thanks SuZ!