Huggers Poems

memories of the seventies

red hot lava lamp
shaggedy raggedy rug
peace sign plump flower

bell bottom hip huggers
fake fur vests and free love
open hearts, open ideas

nineteen seventy
volkswagon buses and Viet Nam
such a contradiction

Collecting for winter

yards mysteries show 
small free range tree huggers climb 
with nuts in their mouths

Cicadas

Tree huggers playing soft melodies into the night

Song of The Pygmy Three-Toed Sloth No 9: ABBA

It's back to the wilds, for the unexplored
Panama's island, Pygmy Three-Toed Sloths.
Tree huggers, twenty hours daily, course, lots
of trees. Four of a kind, their fifth, record
as the smallest. Clocked slow, a leaf lasts one
month in its tummies till its slow slop drops.
They're six pounds and twenty inches, a pop.
Furs algae-fied hide them. Swim can be done.
Again, it resurfaces, a world-wide
dilemma, in pictures and portrait drapes
over a posh hotel table of crepes.
Concerned and unconcerned, great the divide.
In twenty-twelve, I.U.C.N., counted ...
less than eighty, now ... they're, unaccounted.

Teen Magazine 1965

teen magazine was popular in 1965 when I was thirteen
mom had Better Homes and Garden, Redbook and Women’s Day.
it was only right that my identical twin and I would have Teen.
mom’s magazines were about housekeeping; ours were about fashion.

we all wanted to grow up and become Sally Field or Tina Turner.
the Beatles shocked our parents on the Ed Sullivan Show.
folk singer mama cass’s  voice and looks were known to all of us.
we were listening to the Beach Boys sing about California girls.

Los Angeles teen movie stars showed off mop-tops and Twiggy cuts.
daisies and yellow happy faces were sprinkled lavishly throughout.
subtle hints were showing us what to wear.
hip huggers and bell bottoms were in; plaids were out.

teen Magazine teamed up with Dick Clark’s American Bandstand.
together they taught us a bunch of dance moves.
the Loco-motion, watusi and smashed potato to name three.
our super models were Twiggy and we loved Sonny and Cher.
.
now we knew how to dress, how to dance and what to eat.
our favorite teens were advertising things we needed to be groovy.
we were eager to follow their lead, not having our own identity yet.

Tree Huggers See the Soul of Trees

In vermillion light an ancient, arthritic sentinel
cast its shadow upon my unsuspecting psyche;
I heard its voice whispering in the leaves,
and felt its heft and delight at
my admiration for its great age 
as this being sat upon earth’s stage.

The many years it graced the land
provided homes for squirrel bands;
hatchlings were born within its arms
of love and nurtured by a gentle breeze.

I would listen by the hour
beneath this aged story-teller
and listen to the whispers there
empowered by elemental energies
whence to my spirit its gifts bequeathed;
as sun did set upon this body
and time allowed its stories shared,
I thanked this being of nobility
for sharing many precious secrets;
and hugging breathed a sigh.

Fireflies

Midnight flashing lights

tree huggers dancing around

like festivities.

Should I join them for the night

Or ensnare this happiness?



Written: 03/11/22
an entry to "Firefly Tanka Poetry Contest"

Pinky Pink

Pinky Purple is a gorgeous throwback to the sixties.
I penned her quickly, easily, with diamonds of ease.
Her worn blue jeans are bellbottoms, hip-huggers too.
She is perky and lovely, with fantastical eyes of blue.
She exudes love to friends and strangers alike.
There she goes to spread joy, she is on a pink bike.

A Squirrel's Hibernation

quiet scampering
tree huggers gather their nuts
dropping shells in yard

Serial Huggers

Deb M and I are “Serial Huggers”
Enjoying the warm feeling like no others
Hearts are aflame
Don't need names
At times even includes sisters and brothers

Bah I Say Not Meaning It

Tree huggers bah I say,
not meaning it.
Asking forgiveness from the oak I hug daily.
But this is the Midwest 
Where people make fun of nature lovers
Calling them fruits and nuts

Give me fruits and nuts any day
Let me run wild and free, bare naked,
dancing in the grass with my beetles and fairies
Let me delight in the violets and the knotholes.
Take me to the squirrel’s nest and let me feed her baby

My days are spent outside, in my verdant sanctuary
Chanting my truth in ancient non-words given to me by spirit
As the bluest of skies sends crisp white clouds to laugh at my mirth
We laugh together, nature and I for joy is rampant out here
I dance my truth, chanting at the top of my strength
Marching past the lilac which blooms to listen

Tree huggers, bah, I say
enjoying the mushrooms, the bees, the butterflies,
The moths, the wasps, the snakes and the faeries
Because it is good practice to fit in
Not because it has anything to do
with the inner child me
who is dancing daily
in the forest
hugging my delighted oaks.

My 1970's Experience

Wearing whirls, swirls, paisley too.
A jazzy, snazzy, bell bottomed you.
Slinky hip huggers with large chunky belts in style.
White Go Go boots that never walk a country mile.

Faux fringed jackets, fake fur vests, tall high boots too.
Gypsy skirts with mismatched patterns of every hue.
Please let your belly button show, my dear.
Wear the tightest jeans to accent your rear.

As long as your jeans flare out as wide as a skirt
And drag along enticingly in Woodstock’s dirt.
Homemade embroidery on blouses, and dainty braids.
Unless you deem to do an Afro, beautifully made.

Tight mini-skirts that show off your thighs.
Nehru jackets with high necks are a prize.
Headbands made to match every outfit.
The 70’s was strutted. Don’t you doubt it!

Vietnam War in black and white, every night on TV
Burning bras seemed okay for everybody but me.
Hippies and flower children seemed pretty wild.
To me in the Midwest, pregnant with child.

1960's Memories Still Alive and Happy Dh

yellow daisy chain
Birkenstocks sandals
ukuleles play
peace sign happy face
a hippie child

1960’s
Woodstock music
pass around bong
free love flowing

bell bottoms
hip-huggers
lava lamp

flower
child

love

Flower Child

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

My 1970's Acrostic

T	The wide belts, hip-huggers, bell bottom pants
H	Hip people dress like Sonny and Cher
E	Everyone loves Carol Burnet, Harvey Korman,  and Bonanza

S	Singers cannot compete with Barbara Striesand
E	Everyone Knows Tony Orlando and Dawn
V	Very important to move away from home at 18
E	Every country music lover knows Johnny Cash and Willie Nelson
N	New show about a single woman, featuring Mary Tyler Moore
T	Too cute Marlo Thomas steals our hearts
I	I am sorry to report we are still in Viet Nam
E	Everyone sees  Bette Midler, Tina Turner, and Robert Redford
S	Suddenly everyone is wearing tops that look maternity

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