Best Hippy Poems

She is a groovy, hippy girl.

     She loves that funky, trippy beat.

It is her hippy, trippy world!

     She is a groovy, hippy girl.

She dances funky, hippy twirls,

     and when she sits, she taps...

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To tell you the truth 
In my days of youth

To put it quite mild, 
I was carefree and wild
  
A hipster by all means 
Wearing my wholly bellbottom jeans
 
Always said "Out-of-Sight" 
Sometimes, I would say "Dynamite" 
With friends, I was "Tight" 
Hey, I...

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Well Plastered 

Sippy
Hippy

Upon Stumbling into the Barber’s

Snippy 
Hippie

Flower Child Wets Himself

Drippy 
Hippie

Peace, Love & Clumsiness

Slippy
Hippie

The Cheeky Free Sprit

Lippy
Hippie


Written June 7, 2015...

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What's wrong with Hippies,
who like taking trippies
or smoke funny ciggies.
Freedom of mind, while brain is reclined,
no longer blind, the answers I find,
connections that bind, while time hits rewind.

©John-Ovan.P.Hull...

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Hippy was a potty moose
Read three books by Dr Seuss
One about a Cat
One about a Hat
One about Horton on the loose...

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hippy ... love chips How beautiful was it? 
The park by the beach with one caged panda and bedraggled peacocks...calling and flirting, as nature dictated 
Displayed by the sea 
Water 
Lake 

Filled with crabs loitering by the inlet flow 
Who waited patiently to secure our...

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TV's sure changed a lot since the sixties
From I Love Lucy to The Beverly Hillbillies
Oh for the innocence
Andy Griffith for instance
But a whole lot better than today's weirdies...

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There are things I'd rather
burn in hell for than
admit that I have done

'Cept anxiety
is pushing me
towards honesty

That foreign land foreboding
wander it could be loading
peace and love for all eternity....

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The clan began singing before I saw the hippy dippy van.
It ripped around the mountain, and we heard its ceiling fan.
hollering and the wailing came to our ears with the smacking too.
It was the wild McCorlick Cousins, straight from Kalamazoo!

They are evil and they’re naughty,...

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Im just a happy hippy
I say it all day long
Those of you who know me
Will help me sing a song 
To the tunes i make up daily
To the poetry i write
I'm just a happy hippy
Every day and every night...

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When I was in high school,
late 60's,
we were concerned
about the ballistic lose/lose climate of hate
in Vietnam
and spreading across the U.S.

The only smiling winners
were purveyors of ballistics
and their transport vehicles.

Mistrust of an unfederating nation,
bought and sold elected
through polarized competitive marketing
lack of healthy and effective self/other governing...

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He recently moved into a double-wide
with working, some would say classless,
while others would argue for clueless
white trailer non-trash.

He's getting along
in this post-middle class
over hill
and ranting shrill retiring constitution
declaring interdependence
in this, Earth's great
ReFormed Hippy GreenCommunion

Old mostly happy geezers
and gussies, yes,
most people of the park
not quite relentlessly...

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Hippy woman, born twenty-five years later, and yet, here you are.
A throwback from the seventies, a free spirited, sassy shining star.
In the winter, you bring the sun, and you light the world too.
On your deck this morning, you have rid the world of all her...

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Lets get lost in our imagination
Let's take a vacation
Let language get lost in translation 
Let your feelings take you to your destination 
We are learning about the art of creation
Trippy visions and unexplainable vibrations deep inside
Only to be comforted while on an uncontrollable and unpredictable...

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Sonny orchestrated; Cher was his doll.
Gypsies, Tramps and Thieves, was their nightly drawl.
We’d preach a little gospel to save them all.
Townspeople were afraid of us, even Baby Paul.

Gypsies, Tramps and Thieves, was their nightly drawl.
They were treacherously mean with their call.
Townspeople were afraid of us,...

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