nestled in small town
poets, writers , and hippies
living peacefully
Henry Houston hilarious hippie
Known to party hearty get tipsy
But last night
Lost bar fight
Because he got proud and lippy
butterflies nature
flowers freedom love and peace ~
seeking enlightment
garland of flowers
hair wind tangled, wild and free
beads and bell bottoms _
a blue volkswagon beetle
my ride . . . adventure
nature loving Lee
she felt the soul of the stones
a hippie born late
She knows her own heart, wears it well, shows it off.
People want to be with her, she has groupies.
They cannot wait to see her, every year, at the festival.
She is the pretty one with a flowered headband.
She creates while others merely chat.
Her tools are busy, as she develops new products.
A Gemini, she is always busy, never still.
Her smile is a delight, her laugh infectious as the sun.
We do not know her name, it is not important.
She is fun to watch, many come to do just that.
She makes the festival seem worthwhile.
Many buy one item from her each year.
She is always delighted when people buy her things.
Pieces of her soul she has put together in wreaths,
Dream catchers, vases, wind chimes and such
She is a beautiful, modern, lovely, kind hippie
Standing on corner east
Enjoying wind in her hair
She feels free and alive
I see her standing there
Wishing I could be this joyful
The golden horizon can be feral
erupting a sky of turquoise blue;
It reflects the peace of the hippie;
Fly vagabond cat’s such a hippie;
Wild grin is overwhelming and feral,
a lit match in eyes that twinkle blue;
Low growl reverberates through blue,
an electric charge for this hippie;
He came a long way but still feral;
That sly kitty is a feral blue hippie.
I’m just a lingering hippie
Still living with my past
I’m just a happy hippie
Still bending sail and mast
I’m just an ageing sailor
Still rockin’ on time’s boat
I’m just an ageing sailor
Still hearing each vinyl note
I’m just a guy whose friends are old
Still dancing and wearing tie dye
I’m just a guy whose friends are old
Still stealin’ that gentle high
I’m just a lingering hippie
Still living the hippie way
I’m just a happy hippie
And this is how I'll stay
This hippie van is headed south
To Arizona’s crimson mouth.
We were singing all the weirdo songs.
Righting the rights, ignoring wrongs.
Pulling people in along the way
We pulled a cereal killer in to play
He ate all of the cheerios we ever had
When he left we were all glad
Don’t keep inviting strangers in said maw
We had picked her up in Omaha
The songs continued, we sang the day away
Picking more strangers up along the way.
Two seasoned hippie brothers
Dressing the part
Taking life casually
Breathing in clean air
Sautéing in the sun
Soaking up their brotherhood
Grateful for every year they have had each other
Noticing winking wanton women
Giving them something to talk about at lunch
How lucky can one man be
To have the love and friendship
Of so many sweet adorable people
Here on the Soup... male and female
It's like a love-in from the sixties
Minus the beads and hippie hair
(Well I'm supposing!)
Those were wild, free spirited days
Making love, NOT war
I was newly married back then... 1957
Busy raising three young kiddies
And struggling to make ends meet
My rewards though were much greater
With 3 super kids, a gorgeous wife and a new career
The closest I got to becoming a hippie
Was letting my hair grow long (shoulder length)
And sporting a beard
Which, believe it or not, I still have today
Those were difficult times back then
But oh so rewarding... ahhh memories!
Knee ‘Asia claimed she was Bohemian, but we called her hippie.
That was my folks, she told us. They were rather loose and dippy.
We saw her dwelling and changed our minds in no way whatsoever.
She lived in a communal tent in every kind of California weather.
Her clothes were loose and flowing with ruffles on her sleeve.
Patchouli was her perfume, every Christmas and New Year’s Eve.
She let any stranger linger, some stayed for months or years at a time.
Knee ‘Asia got by the best she could, and most of us agreed she was fine.
I could never wear this midriff top which is why you can
As an alter ego, you can have confidence like a man.
You can run free as a colt among the mushroom bed.
Be as sassy and sexy as you like, until you are dead.
As a cartoon woman, you have more rights than me.
You are not tied to one job or one man or tree.
Flowing like the wind, showing off your natural beauty,
You can do what you want every day, as is your duty.
I'm just a lingering hippie
Still living with my past
I'm just a lingering hippie
Still bending sail and mast
I'm just an ageing sailor
Still rockin’ on time’s boat
I'm just an ageing sailor
Still hearing each vinyl note
I'm just a person whose friends are old
Still dancing and wearing tie dye
I'm just a person whose friends are old
Still wanting a gentle high
I'm just a lingering hippie
Still seeing with tinted view
I'm just a lingering hippie
Still wondering what to do
Her sign said, “New York or Illinois”.
He stopped immediately, and she climbed in.
Her smile was honest, immediate and amazing.
She was dressed in a long three-tiered skirt.
She had a ring for each finger, and an ankle bracelet.
Her toes had popped out of her flat sandals.
Her hair was as wild as a fighting grizzly bear.
She told a few stories, and then she asked about him.
He was not usually a talker, but they had a five-hour trip.
He opened up and told her everything he knew about himself.
Actually, he told her more than he knew that he knew about himself.
He was totally in love by the time he got her to Illinois.
Two states away from where he had planned to drive that day.
He actually kept driving and took her to New York.
It was the least he could do for himself.
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