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Some Danced Down Lanes, In That Hippie Holocaust

Some Danced Down Lanes, In That Hippie Holocaust Thoughts of those days when so many felt all was lost some danced down lanes, in that "hippie holocaust". O' horror, long hair and showing too damn much skin with some so set, simply young at heart could not win. Some did their best to accept needed and good change but not when demands were, "burn up the entire range"! Thoughts of those days, when so many felt all was lost some thought, destroy hippies at any and all cost. Now with hindsight, we can see they were not so bad and much of it was just a short, rebellious fad. Changes they brought were ripe fruit, born of ancient trees as they rode with youthful joy those turbulent seas! Alas! When far too much seemed to come far too fast those with cruel stone-set hearts cried, this can not last. History now shows much of it was not so bad New life, was the right of any young girl or lad. Yet those screaming out of deep, darkest gloom and doom wanted no such greater freedoms from birth to tomb! Alas! When far too much seemed to come far too fast Many demanded we sail ships with nary a mast. We in turn, chided them as being just old fools older than dirt and as stubborn as old farm mules. Looking back one has to laugh, for both sides were wrong life is more, it is an ever evolving song! Reality shows clear errors and so much more we look back and see why young ventured far from shore. For it was there, they could with freedom, sing and dance shed old skins and revel in love's treasured romance. Thus history tells, new was sought, from olden way within that path, "hippy free love", had come to stay! Reality shows clear errors and so much more Life oft then went wild as hell, no longer a bore. We lads saw the beauty of scantily clad girls their legs, lips and sweet curves more precious that pearls. O' what a great time to be both young and alive so much new freedom, on its spirit we did thrive! Thoughts of those days when so many felt all was lost some danced down lanes, in that "hippie holocaust". O' horror, long hair and showing too damn much skin with some so set, simply young at heart could not win. Some did their best accepting needed and good change but not when demands were, "burn up the entire range"! R.J. Lindley, July 17th, 1986 Rhyme, (A Look Back At Hippie Generation) Note- Presented as was written, almost thirty-two years ago, with a few very minor edits made early this morn. Primarily to correct syllable count. 1. "hippie holocaust", a derogatory term some used to insultingly describe the the new generation's refusal to walk in the same old tired paths they had tread. A view backed only by bias, hatred and fear of change. 2. "hippy free love", a term used as either an insult (by those resisting this new freedom in regards to sex and love) or as an expression of joy, freedom and spirited new life when described by those a bit more enlightened..

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Date: 5/7/2018 1:47:00 AM
You are right, both The old times and the new both have societal flaws I find as I study the present and the past. U wrote this years ago u meant? It is an awesome entertaining poem, rhymed and described in marvellous funtastic way. I have heard of the hippies. Sound like gypsies? Kudos. Soo nice to read from your pen again. I luv interaction in this cold world, Pleez add your thoughts/comment to my newest poem too, or this world feels too robotic ah
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