Long Flower child Poems

Awaiting a growth spurt that never happened

When a boy,
I wanted to be as tall as my father
(he passed away October seventh
two thousand and twenty
linkedin to congestive heart failure),
who stood at his prime
about six feet and...

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AN APPOINTMENT WITH DR. VIAGRA

Husband: Honey, I consulted a doctor before using this product and my erection has lasted four or more hours so I guess I'm going to have to seek immediate medical attention
Wife:...

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I JUST CAN’T HELP IT, YA KNOW?

Elderly Lady: Help! I’ve fallen and I can’t get up!
First Alert: Duly noted, will there be anything else?
Elderly Lady: Are you going to call an ambulance?
First Alert: Ambulance? ...

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“…Let the sunshine (and let the sun shine on in)
Let the sunshine in (You got to open up your heart)…"
-- From Aquarius, by The 5th Dimension


The times they were a-changing,
an age of great unrest.
A Ball...

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I asked her how are you so beautiful, like how is it even possible?

     I told her it is hard to find the right words to say, but if I could...

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It’s so serious,
it ain’t even funny
High times going on
in a White House underground bunker,
where Archie is glassblowing
American taxpayers’ money
He got heavy munchies
of Jughead hero dreams
Telling his kitchen cabinet
to kiss the silver signet 
of his fingered...

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I only be looking down now, looking inside myself now,
not head set in defeat but reflection, not the thoughts but the actual events that happened, wild flower child, yea right boom boy im a power...

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Flower child of wisdom and love, collecting 
my spirit of admiration and light, accepting
what I must do to find peace within the depths
of my own heart mind and understanding, to
go beyond the boundaries of power...

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FIXATION	

There was music    of course
Not the usual sort of girl    at least in my fixated estimation
Jump rope
“Winnie the Pooh”
Teddy bear
These survivors unto high school and through
Rather a “flower child’...

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 It was a cultural revolution, while a world jumped to conclusions
 Of mini-skirts, and go-go boots, and psychedelic tensions
The flower child, would smile and sprout communal peaceful versions
about a war, and called it wrong,...

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I'm a child of the '60's,
not quite a flower child, 
never really a hippie
(though my ponytail
drove my uncle nuts!)
but still I ate the ever
crunchy Beatles for 
breakfast, lunch, dinner 
and roasted the Stones
whenever a lady...

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From the mid-1950's thenceforth
to the mid-seventies in the Great White North,
over the course of many moons,
there came from this country some really great tunes.

For those of us young at heart (or not-so-old)
we had Neil Young's...

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Chinua Achebe should write a 
book  
From the grave 
To soothen the hearts of the 
afflicted
the arrow of god is upon us 
Things have indeed fallen 
apart 

Niyi Osundare can en script a 
poem...

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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...

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Power to you

Flower child 

Peace and love 

Right back at you 

Oh sometimes oh how I only
wish that I was you

If only just for a 1 single Day

To see for myself what it must be
like...

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I didn't know the blithe Flower Child.
Whose singing, dancing others said wild
One with flowers and love in her song.
She was a wildflower all along.

Wildflowers bloomed for miles and miles.
We looked at them and broke out...

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She was conceived of Springtime’s grace. Flower- child molded from the freshness and a burst of indescribable hues. Like Sabbath delicacy and freckled tints of June morning; this woman became the melody of dawn and...

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(Dedicated to all those who have died alone.)


They cannot fit, they cannot go along,
and the reasons are wide: pride, fear,
even love never tempered by time,
illness of the  heart or mind, or simply
bad, bad luck:...

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When the sunlight breaks upon her face
                      Ascending like a lover’s eyes  ...

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Bright and blue the dainty butterfly was
Kissing each flower “hello” as she passed
Gently landing on their blooms without pause
She scurried carefree, till enough nectar she’d amassed

Raised in captivity in Georgia’s butterfly pavilion
This sapphire wonder had...

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Love as a priority
Has become a minority.
Gratification makes promises unreal
In love and life learning to deal.
Mentality of a flower child
Freedom is key,
Butchered by Bin Laden,
And even politics before he.
Sixties and Seventies past,
Is the philosophy forgotten?
Is...

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**BIO- IN RHYME FORM**





Living there..... was quite an unusual trip.
I was no flower child,  but they ruled the city.

They actually rode on flower painted busses and 
laughed at all the tourists.
Who looked to me, like...

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I'll always feel your presence in my gut//

acknowledge your bodily distance with eyes shut//

Feel the bass of your heart in your touch//

Though I sense I don't understand much//

I want to meet your mind//

Show you how...

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DUMBSTRUCK

Every time I am with you, I am dumbstruck,
overcome with excitement, being stuck
in feeling funky, groovy, crazy like I am seventeen.
Hard to behave like a lady, nearing seventy.

Sitting across you, gazing at your smiley eyes
while...

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a “flower child” danced through life
so many years ago
cares were lost when she took a “toke”
and “passed the pipe” around feeling “way cool”
wishes for “peace” and “luv” she gave freely
but “pigs” were her enemies
even “flower...

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