Ann Cantu Poet Free verse

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 December 21, 2023 at 8:20 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 February 5, 2024 at 9:11 AM Sorry for the late reply. Thanks so much!

Daniel Schack November 13, 2023 at 11:06 PM nice.

Jerry Brotherton August 24, 2023 at 9:15 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 August 24, 2023 at 1:36 PM I’m glad you enjoyed it, Jerry. Thanks for your kind words.

Timothy Ray July 7, 2023 at 11:05 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 July 8, 2023 at 7:26 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 May 31, 2023 at 10:37 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 May 31, 2023 at 12:43 PM Thank you for your kind words. I appreciate your taking time to read!

Suzanne Delaney May 29, 2023 at 3:19 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 May 31, 2023 at 12:40 PM I could have sworn I already replied here, but maybe I failed to properly submit. Thanks SuZ!