Many years ago in business as a wellness consultant
to clients I would explain , how their most unwellness state,
was linked to pollution and other earthly degradation
It was then I'd sometimes hear you're a hippy and a greenie
that was their responsive exhortation
My retort, Thank you for that keenly measured observation
I'm am proud that over time I have improved my state of being
many deliberate choices have been made
You can now remunerate me for my expertise
I'm always grateful when time arrives for me to get paid
sixties tribal group
grew their Hair rock musical~
charmingly naïve
Barefooted, I keep sliding
Shuffling down the Long Grass Street
To the fountain of Poseidon
Where some ageless people meet
Think it’s time to see my friend
And a dog of hers as well
Time to talk about the end
If there’s something new to tell
Windows open, doors ajar
Most of habitants look out
Some drink whiskey from a jar
Some are smoking, talking loud
Round the corner music’s playing
That I’m quite familiar with
Big and small boats keep on sailing
With a little help of breeze
I would like to join the chorus
But I look for better treat
Humming Rex Tyrannosaurus
Walking down the Long Grass street
I’m a knee-deep in the grass
By the fountain I see you
Smiling through the jets of glass
In your shirt of navy blue.
The clan began singing before I saw the hippy dippy van.
It ripped around the mountain, and we heard its ceiling fan.
hollering and the wailing came to our ears with the smacking too.
It was the wild McCorlick Cousins, straight from Kalamazoo!
They are evil and they’re naughty, and they make us all laugh.
We were not surprised at all to see a contraband giraffe.
Their father is crazy, and their mother is beyond coping.
They came tearing down the street. No one here is moping!
Hippy woman, born twenty-five years later, and yet, here you are.
A throwback from the seventies, a free spirited, sassy shining star.
In the winter, you bring the sun, and you light the world too.
On your deck this morning, you have rid the world of all her blue.
Hippy woman, with your beautiful hair and your amazing smile.
I love it that I can watch you wandering around, you have such style!
On your balcony, sunning yourself, unaware that we are watching you.
Neighbors love seeing you in the morning; you take away our blue.
She is a groovy, hippy girl.
She loves that funky, trippy beat.
It is her hippy, trippy world!
She is a groovy, hippy girl.
She dances funky, hippy twirls,
and when she sits, she taps her feet.
She is a groovy, hippy girl.
She loves that funky, trippy beat.
1/12/2022
Everything is grate
i feel fline
couldn't be hippier
totally elastic
satisfried
Fortunes ate
have the luck key
My D's aren't heavy
To tell you the truth
In my days of youth
To put it quite mild,
I was carefree and wild
A hipster by all means
Wearing my wholly bellbottom jeans
Always said "Out-of-Sight"
Sometimes, I would say "Dynamite"
With friends, I was "Tight"
Hey, I turned out "Alright"
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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 and tall.
And lay their money down, and have a ball.
Gypsies, Tramps and Thieves was their nightly drawl.
We picked up a handsome man in Mobile, ya’all.
Townspeople were afraid of us, even Baby Paul.
Gypsies, Tramps and Thieves was their nightly drawl.
We picked up a handsome man in Mobile, ya’all.
Townspeople were afraid of us, even Baby Paul.
Papa would learn about this romance, in the Fall.
He was tall, handsome, but left me after all.
We picked up a handsome man in Mobile, ya’all.
Papa would learn about this romance, in the Fall.
Sonny orchestrated; Cher was his doll.
Written May 1, 2018
Hippy was a potty moose
Read three books by Dr Seuss
One about a Cat
One about a Hat
One about Horton on the loose
TV's sure changed a lot since the sixties
From I Love Lucy to The Beverly Hillbillies
Oh for the innocence
Andy Griffith for instance
But a whole lot better than today's weirdies
Im just a happy hippy
I say it all day long
Those of you who know me
Will help me sing a song
To the tunes i make up daily
To the poetry i write
I'm just a happy hippy
Every day and every night
Well Plastered
Sippy
Hippy
Upon Stumbling into the Barber’s
Snippy
Hippie
Flower Child Wets Himself
Drippy
Hippie
Peace, Love & Clumsiness
Slippy
Hippie
The Cheeky Free Sprit
Lippy
Hippie
Written June 7, 2015
hippy ... love chips How beautiful was it?
The park by the beach with one caged panda and bedraggled peacocks...calling and flirting, as nature dictated
Displayed by the sea
Water
Lake
Filled with crabs loitering by the inlet flow
Who waited patiently to secure our sausagemeat on a string
And rose embaressed and wonky
Clutching by one claw
Cross as grandma ... on a Monday
Wash day
Scrubbing stains ..
How beautiful and memorable was that 1974 summers day
As we bobbed in boats, as our brave, mad ever so handsome hippy father
Stood precariously ( against the rules) and splashed our sodden frames with his cruel laughing oar
How gorgeous was mother and fathers glorious young white teeth
Which matched perfectly the beautiful lively tinkering forms of light
Which danced upon said lake
The very last time I saw her honestly... laugh with adoration at his jesting antics
Hoping to impress
Her...
Stretching his vibrant smile as a peacock in bloom
It was a beautiful moment
The last time I felt swaddled in the possibility of our family , hope and
Generous
Love chips
What's wrong with Hippies,
who like taking trippies
or smoke funny ciggies.
Freedom of mind, while brain is reclined,
no longer blind, the answers I find,
connections that bind, while time hits rewind.
©John-Ovan.P.Hull
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