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10-19-2010, 08:09 PM | #1 (permalink) |
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Hippies
This is a poem I wrote that was published in a book with a few of my close friends. The rhyming pattern is Chaucerian (I tried to get as close as I could) and I thought it was an amusing idea.
In every generation there are those Who do nothing more than oppose. These people are of specific breed And they chant their unforgetting creed: “Make love, not war” they often cry Parading around in multicolor tie-dye. Their life’s goal is the face THE MAN With a sword of peace in each hand. Covered in armor made from free spirit They protect the land and all that’s in it. They are the children of Gaia with hair quite long With a sense of togetherness you’ll never find as strong. With their easy going attitude and smiles of harmony They are the most accepting group you will ever see. The possessions they carry are quite few Just the essentials, and some Birkenstocks too. The pipes they possess are put to good use To seek “wisdom” and to drown out the blues. Oh mighty Hippie, what would we do without thee? If for not you then we would have no one to hug the tree.
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10-20-2010, 06:15 AM | #3 (permalink) |
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Ah! I imagined hearing that in a coffee shop somewhere and snapping at the end! Haha. It was a delight to read this early in the morning. Do I feel a sense of sarcasm throughout? Maybe, maybe not. I can see where there might be some implied or taken. Very well written my dear! *claps*
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02-03-2011, 05:32 PM | #6 (permalink) |
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to be honest i dont know....i just wrote it right after reading The Canterbury Tales by Chaucer..
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