Joe Cottonwood
Joe Cottonwood
May 1, 2015

Near midnight
two dripping
naked women
puddles at their feet
knocked at my kitchen door
flesh yellow under the bug-lite
to invite me to
a hot tub.
It did not seem remarkable at the time
once again to fall in love
with humankind.
They are beautiful.
You are beautiful.
This life we live is beautiful.
Why can't we always be naked?

#hot   #hippie   #hippy   #tub  
Madison Wagner
Madison Wagner
Nov 14, 2014

Stop the fighting,
Stop the hatred,
Find peace in
before its too late,
before you are too
old to get off your
ass and take a walk.

by Madison Kaye Wagner
#love   #iloveyou   #hippie  

The bowl might as well have been packed
with my hypocampus, every lighter spark
brought only memories of you.

I blew smoke signals to the wind,
begging the universe to mend
our broken fate line.

I might add more to this someday, but for now it is simple and short.
#love   #smoke   #hippie   #marijuana  

I thought I saw him,
Standing so elegant,
No single expressed whim,
His skin and body vents

Can't smell what he sees,
Only the breeze through the leaves,
A forest fire blazed,
But the tree always stayed

Yeah, I've felt the wind,
And I've heard the birds,
Through the flowers I grinned,
I tasted the words

A walk through the water, man.
#love   #peace   #tree   #hippie   #abstract  
Neon Robinson
Neon Robinson
Apr 18, 2016

Iridescent celestial being
An anarchic yet effervescent adolescent
Frolicking freely like a breeze throw the leave of an omnipresent forest.
Bare foot and star gazing, native and trail blazing.
Like a clever fearless fairy exploring the faraway night sky
She is the fantastic bit of magic on an otherwise static planet.
The captain of passion and best little hippie on the mountain
Formed by a volcanic fountain that caused a panic on our little oceanic planet.

mark john junor
mark john junor
Jul 10, 2014

faintly sinister smiles
twitch their way across her acrobat face
and as her rolling and tumbling expressions
make their way through all manner of devious delight
your hearts hungry eye fixes on her
come hither and lets make whoopee nasty girl dress
her favors are optional
and she will tease but never share
the ever present dangling carrot
like a perfume
fills the air with delights but its just air
shes a happiness monger
so its best if you don't displease
its always a bitter mote neath the plastic vibe
might as well be a rocky mountain monument
little miss twisted in a little patchwork dress

we need hippies and now more than ever
Ian Woods
Ian Woods
Jan 20

wearing bell-bottomed jeans
with peace signs and frayed seams
like George Harrison’s re-incarnation
in his bare feet he trod
not a beatnik rock God
but a hippy with some good vibrations

this new age messiah
whistling light my fire
was cascaded in messy brown hair
a bohemian gent
turning heads as he went
looking round in a land full of squares

I can still see him now
with his un-concerned brow
looking sun tanned and dope eyed and spaced
from his chin like a nest
spilled a beard down his chest
denim shirt open right to his waist

on the road again
by Jefferson's Airplane
through a wormhole straight from 'sixty-six
with Lebowski, the Dude's
flower child attitudes
fueled by ganja and psychedelics

he came out in my town
to millennial frowns
but not one from me, have no doubt
I knocked on Heaven’s door
where they make love not war
as I tuned in, turned on and dropped out

and I threw off my shoes
ran to tell him the news
that I'd follow him for ever more
he said "far out my man
that sounds like a good plan
- but I work in the new Apple store"

there'd be no eight miles high
no spirit in the sky
the sunshine of my love duly dimmed
to a deep purple haze
put a kink in my days
blew the answer away in the wind

yet despite what he said
I was not grateful dead
I’m the walrus and breaking on through
I'll just turn back decades
throw on rose-tinted shades
start a family with me their guru

soon the others will come
if I stick out my thumb
and say let's go to San Francisco
but if I get no ride
I'll fall to my backside
call a sit in as my first demo

man, the world's on the brink
time to change how you think
see our culture's run counter to clever
come as quick as you can
flip the byrds to The Man
we need hippies and now more than ever

all you've learned now unlearn
everyone Turn, Turn, Turn
break out speak out freak out and dance
and we'll do a good thing
teach the whole world to sing
all I'm saying is give peace a chance

To a world of hooligans.
Grace Wayne
Grace Wayne
Sep 10, 2014

ever wondered if dreams are reality.
and reality is a dream.
if we are living in someone else’s mind.
that we aren’t real.
that we are a product of someone’s imagination.
that you are nothing.
you are the invisible friend.

written: Jan. 25, 2012
Ms Ann Thrope
Ms Ann Thrope
Jun 26, 2014

Look at the happy people

Are they not all mad?

They’ll empty out their pockets

To give more, they wish they had

& they’ll do it with a smile

Because they genuinely care

May God bless the crazy people

Who give a damn when life’s not fair

Written Circa October 2011
#love   #crazy   #laugh   #live   #hippie   #everything   #insane   #mad   #share   #hippies  
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