Hippies Poems

Hippies

So what’s wrong about hippies 
Peace and love and hair
Tell me if there still is
Magic in the air
Tell me what’s the substitute
For the peace and love
Can we make our own cahoot
On the terms above?
Out on the streets and then
You are back with stuff
Act as if you have a plan
Though your plan’s a bluff
And you know

Bless the Hippies

I think the hippies had it right 
pop a red and watch the lights
pray against the cold machine
tie dye the world in tranquility
breaking bread with old friends
lend your heart -become undead
                  BUT
Sometimes the world has blight
evil eclipsing the

hippies were on the right path

hippies were on the right path.
They wanted people to love each other.
Of course being mean to soldiers was wrong.
And following cult leaders is never okay.

But they had the love part right.
They were trusting and open.
And their clothes were instrumental
in allowing fashion to be punky and fun.

Hillbillies Rednecks and Hippies

Only hillbillies have a couch on their porch. 
She has cute eyes. She is a cute kid.
I am a hillbilly, I inform her.
Her eyes narrow. 

Are you a redneck too?
Sure, why not?
Where do you keep your guns?
In my gun refrigerator.

Where is it?
If I told you I would have to show you.
Show me! She looks highly

Where Have All the Hippies Gone

I grew up a child of the ’60’s
together my life and the hippie movement dawned…
now when I look back at that time I wonder…where have all the hippies gone?

Those long haired tie-dyed idealists who walked around with our feet bare
who grew our own organic vegetables…who wore flowers in our hair.

Who sang and danced and laughed…who

A Group of Hippies

The folk era from way back in the sixties
Provided me a chance to play my banjo on TV
A folk group of six
Four guys and two chicks
The Canadiana Folksingers, a cool group of hippies

Good Times

In the peace love seventies
Preached to forgive our enemies
Growing up our freedom breezy
The lovin’ was made easy
Woodstock hippies in bell bottoms
Singing ballads on through autumns
Hitchhikers up thumbing muscle cars
Guitar strumming sweet mellow bars
Long hair beads under stars
Campfires looking up at Mars



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That's What Hippies Do

They grew up in the ’60’s…and as their lives unfurled
They discovered they were righteous…laid back…two groovy kind of girls.

They had long hair…down to their shoulders…some people thought them wild
They were hippies…free spirits…unconventional…each one a flower child.

They wore their clothing tie-dyed in colors bold and bright
When they made the scene…they were a gas, a blast…so out

Flower Child

Peace
Hippy
Bell bottoms
And hip huggers
Platform shoes and belts
The late 60’s
And 70’s
Flower 
Child

Planet of Hippies

Hey, greetings bro, how up is the joy you’re soaring?
I hope that every little thing in you shines golden
thru and within the space your spirit best dwells in.
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Say, I did land as planned on the planet of hippies,
goodwill, brotherhood and Father-Mother-God’s peace?
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I did?  Whoa, good, all good, your reply serves my ease.
Oh, wow, sure

Bourgeoise Hippies

Bourgeoise Hippies

Littering your hallways with gold-painted plaster ?
Buddhas and empty singing bowls.
Building shrines and burning sage.
Eating leaves and teaching Yoga

Your mirrors are covered in dust.?
You drown your ignorance of compassion 
In a  shallow pool of consciousness.
All the while disregarding the comforts of your privilege.

Testimonies of Old Hippies

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“Testimonies of Old Hippies”

We are still traveling by the speed of mind,
We’re the old freaks, and survivors of the great Be In,
Winsome hippie girls, now old and still kind,
Play pan flutes with feathers glued to their skin.
We were there when Joe and Jimi stole the big show,
With their mythic renderings cast

Gypsies, Tramps and Thieves

Sonny orchestrated; Cher was his doll.
Gypsies, Tramps and Thieves, was their nightly drawl.
We’d preach a little gospel to save them all.
Townspeople were afraid of us, even Baby Paul.

Gypsies, Tramps and Thieves, was their nightly drawl.
They were treacherously mean with their call.
Townspeople were afraid of us, even Baby Paul.
But the men would sneak, see us, big

Some Hippies, a Convict, and Mickey Mouse

Straight out of prison
Wondering what I've been missing
Right out of the gates I stuck out my thumb

A van load of hippies
All from Mississippi
Stoped and asked, hey dude...what's going on

I'm here for adventure
Well hop in then Mister
Adventure is what we're all about

Now where we're all going
There's no way of knowing
A van of hippies and parolee freshly

Hippies

So succinct 
To watch the eyes blink
Under cover of sleep
In shadow turn's 
The night burn's 
Psychedelic vision's in miles
Of open fields 
Dancing the breeze
Beyond the tree's 
Guitar's strum the chords of gun shot
Flower petals 
The band play astray
Festival mud and free love
To blistered children 
Drug beaten into submissiveness 
Reciting dead poet's 
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