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We Are Flower Children...for you
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We Are Flower Children...for you |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines 
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We Are Flower Children We are only human And never out of reach. You think your words fall on deaf ears, Those lessons needed, teach. Untitled feelings struck in touch Through mirrored memories. Drifting through the day to days, Flower children, We. Ageless, though the aches and pains Of inside seep from heart. Where are those, of tiny hands, God's created art? Where are they, the ones so loved That seem to "un" the feel? If only they could see the truth, The caring ever real. If only time could light their path And send them back to see That two sides of the story Never helped the best to be... Precious moments wasted on A past that can't exist. Those tiny hands held warmly once, The comfort of them missed. We are flower children, You and I, with hearts that feel The touch of petals as they fall, Of ours, forever real. Maureen "Love is not blind - It sees more and not less, but because it sees more, it is willing to see less." |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
Maureen, nice writing. This brought back memories! peace and love............jo |
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bslicker 
since 2000-12-04
Posts 2321state of mind |
Wonderful, simply Wonderful gosh, brought back the hippie days.. bernie  A smile a day keeps the world in smile's. |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
Bernie, you were too young to be a hippie  Thanks Jo... M |
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bslicker
since 2000-12-04
Posts 2321state of mind |
ok was a young hippie,, flower'd bell bottoms and love beads,, made a bunch of them. bernie A smile a day keeps the world in smile's. |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Loved this Maureen..brought back many memories. Peace. In the midst of winter.. |
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Nightshade
since 2001-08-31
Posts 13962just out of reach |
Thankyou Maureen. You have a very gentle soul. The words in this poem will become part of my heart. hugs to you dear poetess, Chris "When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You know |
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Suetang Member Ascendant
since 2001-03-07
Posts 5187Melbourne, Australia |
Hello Maureen You have given us such a wonderful piece of writing here. It is so nice to read your words again. For you......  Take care.......Sue I am in motion |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
OH my gosh, this reads like Linda Ronstadt~ "Don't get me wrong, it's not that I'm knocking it" Peace and love, Maureen~ This is so you, and so good!!! |
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Balladeer
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
one of your best! |
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choshi Senior Member
since 2004-01-01
Posts 1184New York |
So many threads to pull on, but all centered in your gentle touch. You point me toward a plethora of memories, some seeking to rise some seeking to remain hidden...Though "untitled" your feelings speak clearly...So very touching...sorry to be rambling [being old enough to remember] ~C |
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Toerag Member Ascendant
since 1999-07-29
Posts 5622Ala bam a |
Peace love and blacklights or is that peace love and Colombian? Gold buds, Allman brothers Little pills of color Microdot, Ousley Acid Mushrooms and Bell Bottoms Woodstock, Atlanta one and two Hells Angels, Ku Klux Klan Hair on my shoulders Don't ask me I don't give a damn, my next stop is Vietnam. Red Lebanese Hash Boonesfarm Pegan Pink Wine Free Love Peace my brother Naked one...probably the best you've ever written, one of the best I've ever read! |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
I really don't know what to say to these responses... I wrote this for someone who needed some reassurance that we do the best we can with what we have even when our younger years were hard (which mine wasn't)and hoping that those born from those hardships should one day have compassion and realize how much they were and are loved despite their "un" feelings. I could relate only in age, time period and the fact I am an aunt of over 40 nieces and nephews and was/will be again a teacher. That said : Thank you Nancy I had many good memoriesof then..my high school/college years. Chris, I thought you would understand by my word what I was trying to say..and hope it brings you a little comfort. Sue, Thank you for the lovely graphic... Lori, I don't listen much to Linda and even if I did I don't ever recall words to songs unless while actually listening to them. My brain is too full of other stuff hugs Michael...you always seem to find just the right response  Thanks Dixie, *s choshi "some seeking to rise some seeking to remain hidden..." I know what you mean... Terrible becoming old enough to be remembering already. I always "swore" I wouldn't be like my parents saying "I remember when"...and that story about walking a mile to school or to meet my love, etc... Toe, Thank you for your words of remembrance funny thing...I remember sitting at an Elvis concert saying "what is that awful musty smell?" I was never "into" anything although my friends were. There are times I regret not having the experiences and then when I see where those friends are today or where their paths have traveled, I am glad I am who I am and never felt the need to "follow" although my life seems to have gone the way of many others now...but it is the memories and habits that my husband had rising in him that turned him away..from the best thing he had in his life... and that's a fact!! *winking Vietnam> drinking, smoking whatever ... availability...todays movies reliving it, early deaths of friends...well you get the picture... I wrote this to show that love may not show its face the way we wish...but in doing for others the satisfaction of knowing and caring is there,hidden sometimes, but there all the same. Sorry for the long explanatons... hugs and thanks all Maureen [This message has been edited by nakdthoughts (01-16-2004 11:46 AM).] |
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Toerag Member Ascendant
since 1999-07-29
Posts 5622Ala bam a |
Yanno Maureen....those were wonderful times....little or no violence in our music, mostly peace and love and anti war....blacks and whites partied together, race relations at least seemed better?, alot of this had to do with drugs I'm sure...and yes...alot of us made the mistake of partaking in the evil weed and worse things, and it left it's mark on those of us still alive and of course all the ones that weren't so lucky |
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Copperbell Senior Member
since 2003-11-08
Posts 956 |
Interesting...I enjoyed the poem. I was the small hands of (sort of) hippie parents. (who are awesome and I love them so much) You had a different perspective of life than I growing up and becoming adults - changing your world. Thanks for sharing - and everyone who shared in this thread. Its kind of like visiting a another culture because the differences are so vast than the days of the eighties teens. What did we stand for - I don't even know besides the fashion. |
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garysgirl
since 2002-09-29
Posts 19237Florida, USA |
Maureen, I enjoyed your poem and the responses to it. I also went to your website last night, and I wanted to tell you that I love the poems you read on there. That's really neat.  Ethel |
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icebox Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 4383in the shadows |
Well, I think when I go home tonight I am going to have to listen to "Our House" about a dozen times. *smile* Thanks! |
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choshi Senior Member
since 2004-01-01
Posts 1184New York |
"some seeking to rise some seeking to remain hidden..." "I know what you mean... Terrible becoming old enough to be remembering already. I always "swore" I wouldn't" Well, Maureen, how could you not? Perhaps its my grandiosity but those were amazing times not to be duplicated..how could [why would] one choose to forget being at Woodstock? But you have a beautiful mastery of irony which for me makes your poem so emotionally moving...i.e: the conflict of memory blurring present reality and the ensuing loss of emotional relatedness. [at least in my reading] As you write: "You and I, with hearts that feel May I answer [out of season]: What joy would there be, Thank you for stimulating this amazing dialog...~C |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Much enjoyed!  |
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muted
since 2004-01-15
Posts 2949Elapsing, Eclipsing, Evolving |
*chills* from reading this one... oh this poured right into the depths of my chest....so very very lovely ~Dawn |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
Toerag, somewhat wonderful...met my husband back then (magical times) and I still have many of those same beliefs of "oneship" and try to hold onto them...didn't have anything to do with drugs for me...I was high on life, always was, until recently. Times change, people change, there are regrets sometimes that I lack the experiences that would probably make me a better poet...and I can't always say "I know how someone feels" because I have been lucky in that sense, to not have suffered much in life until now and even that suffering doesn't compare to those less fortunate. Thank you for your insight, Toe. Copperbell, then you got the message. And I hope you know that you were/are loved. Many differences yet many similarities... kids and "almost adults" are always fighting for their independence..then when they have it sometimes they wish to be back home with less worries. Ethel, thank you for stopping by my site. I haven't spent too much time on here reading/ responding because I am just plain tired lately...not sure why unless it is this cold weather wearing me down. I made that site at the end of 1999..in fact I just received a warning to add something to it soon or geocities will delete it all. *s It was an effort to have a musical background and read aloud the poems all in a short span of time. icebox, did you listen to "Our House" ? I loved the times of Folk Singers...Peter Paul and Mary and others.. Thank You choshi, I was never at Woodstock although my brothers were...I was a much more reserved teenager...although I enjoyed the times. "What joy would there be, if soft blossoms did not wither as the season turns- each moment becomes more dear, not sure when the last will fall." beautiful words, much appreciated, ~C. Martie, muted chill? well I am getting chills from the reaction to my words..thank you. Thank you Dawn, for reading me, this day. hugsss M |
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