The push-pull that provides rapport
Could faith in designers restore
More sense of our choice
Tempts us to rejoice
And make love not war with their door
Well it is so soft and tender
bringing home the thought of touch
makes you anticipate your visit
bringing thoughts be never too much
So many different colours
it's entirely up to you
though many gals like bright red
standing out, so will ladies woo!
Lips become so approachable
so very attractive to each other
the first date, it may never happen
but soon you'll tell your mother
When you find love so real
your affections increase from steep
in a tender moment, lips touch
sometimes soft or passionately deep
So what sums up a kiss?
that's what lips are for!
feeling such love is sheer bliss
go on make love not war!
When love flies out of the window
Hate strides in the door
People wear sad faces
Which they never wore before
Hate encourages violence
Love votes for peace
Hate causes disturbance
That seems never to cease
Make love, not war
Is a sensible point of view
I cannot understand warmongers
It is impossible to
I don't think anyone,
Who has a brain
Would want to see the world
Slowly trickle down the drain
Sadly that is what is happening,
In this crazy world today,
If things don't change soon
Our sins will wash the world away.
I am Farrah Fawcett,
Poster on the wall.
I am a rotary phone,
When I made a call.
I am, Boss,
it’s the plane, The plane.
I am Pablo Escobar,
And his cocaine.
I am Queen with
Freddy Mercury Live.
I am the Bee Gees,
Talking that Jive.
I am vinyl, 8-tracks,
cassettes and CDs.
I am, make love not war,
And Hippies.
I am where is the beef?
Don't squeeze the Charmin.
I am Cheech and Chong
and George Carlin.
I am SNL when it
Was funny.
I am Happy Days,
And a Playboy bunny.
I am M.A.S.H. and
A metal Lunch-box.
I am clackers, tang,
And a Pet-rock.
I am American Bandstand,
Peace signs, and the twist.
I am pay-phones, pagers,
and stick-shifts.
I am, conjunction junction,
What's your function?
I am Patty Hearst and
Her abduction.
Turbo1904
May all your positions be fetal
Be fetal in your actions
Curl up in a ball. Be round.
Be all the ball you can
If you have a womb stay inside
If you have two you should share
Wombs for two have a view
Fetal people come from them
Some live lives inside a condo
Be wise. Be Fetal.
Stay safe. Stay inside.
Outside there is evil.
May all your gods be warm and cuddly
May there only be One
Too many gods becomes confusing
Confusion leads to California
Where people eat crackers in bed
Sell their babies for a bottle of rum
Eat not your crackers in bed
Make love not war
Stay inside safe and warm
Remember to be fetal
Imagine the world in peace
I/imagine the world in peace
M/make love not war
A/all the peace we need will surly
G/grow with us only
I/if we are able to
N/never let wars of any kind
E/exist among us humans
T/the planet is bleeding
H/her heart is crying and hoping
E/every human understand the value of love
W/what more do we need
O/or are we better in our ignorance
R/right inside the heart
L/lies love in everyone
D/don't let it die
I/improve humanity and
N/never let yourself be isolated from love
P/preach of peace
E/every time of your life
A/accept to love
C/cos it benefits is
E/everlasting
The Sixties
By: Tom Wright
3/11/98
In protest
"Hippies" burned our flag.
fashioning clothes
that some wore in drag.
Protesting a "Conflict"
they were not for.
Espousing a slogan
"Make Love Not War".
They gave peace signs
while "Grass" they smoked.
As young men died
they sunned and joked.
Draft cards
many saw fit to burn.
Then said in haste
to Canada we'll turn.
Now criminals
at this day and time.
But upon return
found there was no crime.
Seeing "Old Glory's" treatment
I became quite wroth.
For she's more to me
than Stars & Stripes on cloth.
Our Flag signifies
what America is about.
Always given due respect
when taken down or hung out.
Today, America,
is in deep moral decay.
While there is yet hope
to God, let us pray.
Today, from this carefree,
promiscuous generation.
Comes one Bill Clinton
attempting to lead our great Nation.
While America seems doomed
on Her steep downhill slide.
Pray that God, in His mercy
will once more turn the tide.
If truly for our Nation
the die has been cast.
In respect for what was
I'll fly "Old Glory" half mast.
They sit in Ivory Towers
Looking down as the smoke rises
seeing faces full of pain
They cannot fathom why
They hear the Children cry
hunger in their stomachs they have never felt
They toss money off the towers
hoping they turn into flowers
they changed nothing
They cannot think how to fix
On their fiddles they play
wanting to change the world
Oh only if those in the Ivory Towers really cared
All they do is what makes them look good
but giving real hope they never understood
I sit in a hovel cold and wet
i wonder how bad this can get
I cry and mourn the blind
And so will be be slaves soon to come
held hostage by the dumb
only time will tell
If they cared and done what none have dared
If they thought about what they do
All could live as humans
Cognitive thinking connects the dots
I breath for change that works
I want love not hate
Build Hope not rockets
Make Love not war
Save lives not end them
Better to be wise than smart
Better to love for real than just saying
Think of the children they are slaying
The Owl is wise
The Fox is smart
Which do Trust
Anger is an illness
That hurts us deep inside
When we try to justify it
It's to ourselves we have lied
It always fuels our wars
At the heat of bigotry
Whenever we use it
It ends in misery
But anger brings a twist
In many different ways
It masquerades as hatred
Which we know never pays
Anger is part of our culture
It's roots are deep within
There seems no way to break it
We're stuck with this deadly sin
How about make love not war
Seems a thing of the past
We really need to love each other
And have peace on Earth at last
Hipsters say that flowers have power
Not the power of force against force
Their vision is of a peaceful world
Where the people make love not war
Softness is flowers secret weapon
It can defeat the hardness of hate
Even as sprouts they can lift the world
Trying to make it a better place
Flowers when you're born and when you die
They come that you might know its true
No matter the reason they were sent
What they really say is 'I love you'
4/4/2017
Late 60's Experience
Woodstock
we rock
Make Love Not War
smoke weed
then breed
My Ride My Home
bug van
keen man
Police Bust
cops nag
big drag
Protest March
abhor
this war
We meant well.
What did they expect?--
took the education out of our schools,
along with God--
kept us at each other's throat;
blinding us with color;
pulling our strings;
picking our pockets;
plucking petals from
our flowery souls--
They! They! They!
You know who--
when, where, why
but how still now?
Make Love Not War
I want to plant sugar-mines,
that blow on footfall’s touch,
they slap you on the calfs and
thighs and splash chocolate
on your crotch
then quickly I’ll plant cleavage
bombs, the things they do with
cream! And unexploded areola
squads, will lick the red parts clean
We’ll have such fun with pumpkin
gun, and quietly shoot the breeze,
while in the trees I’ll gently squeeze
your bum and stroke your knees
and when all our monkeys settle down,
and chickens from behind, without a
war we’ll live our lives …..why can’t we
just be kind?
So make love not war, it’s fun to score
and make the rafters shake, and in the night
between the two, a spicy cake to bake!
In the 1960's the winds of change were blowing
As a generation came into its own
A feeling of revolution was growing
The seeds had already been sown
It was a time of hope and tears
Of the good the bad and the ugly
Of spaghetti westerns so aptly named
Make love not war protests proclaimed
But the war raged on just the same
The Barbie doll was introduced
And Beatlemania was set loose
Platform shoes were riding high
Mini skirts showed off thighs
Neil Armstrong walked on the moon
"This Magic Moment" was a hit tune
Everyone was doing the twist
To rhythms they couldn't resist
John Kennedy was the new president,
And planned to change the status quo
But on a fateful day in 1963
An assassin's bullet found its mark
And left a nation in the dark
Dr King and Robert Kennedy met the same fate
They were both killed in 1968
By the end of the decade we were left with a sad song
"Has anybody here seen our good friends Martin, Robert, and John
They stood for freedom and justice
But we just looked around ....and they were gone"
There is too much hate in the world. Leave it out of the Soup. Here is my flower child
scoop: “Make love not war.”
Eileen Manassian
I'm NOT a flower child, but this quotation from that era is pertinent today. Innuendos
and sarcasm, implications hoping for inferences have no place here. We all need to
heed this advice from Paul.
New International Version (Romans 13:8)
Let no debt remain outstanding, except the continuing debt to love one another.
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