Defining the Times

Posted: May 13, 2015 in poetry
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Defining the times of turmoil
was the music, the Man and the long-haired girls,
the sad evening news, the cleansing and beautiful notes
that were only heard on the radio from 33 RPM turntables.
But still the far away soft background echo of bugles just over the hill.
The times defined us
some with Mary Jane, cigarettes and free love,
new families or crossing Northern borders.
Meeting Egg Man and ol’ Flat Top in
the cool-white lights of factory jobs, awakening to cheap apartment smells
in Bohemian neighborhoods.
Always the heavy sadness that hung just out of our reach,
even beyond the Newly discovered black and white Moon.
Never knowing the Nothing that would change our world
and now still feeling the heavy weight and tiredness of not understanding.


  1. Yes, not understanding.
    Hey, your cultural and “times” references are GREAT! 🙂
    I was too young to be a hippie in the ’60’s…but I looked like one (in the ’70’s) with long hair parted in the middle with the occasional flower tucked behind my ear…so a friend nicknamed me “Moonbeam”. 🙂
    HUGS!!! 🙂

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    • I think there was a 10 or 15 year era starting in about ’63 when I felt that “these times are a changin”. It seemed everything, the music, the books, movies, environment and social conscience, was being set upside down. So you may have been a real flower child then Moonbeam but it doesn’t have to do with the time , it has to do with the consciousness, even today it’s still there. As we see more of the late 60’s and 70’s generation retire and more are loose of their adult encumbrances and obligations, we will see ourselves reverting back to those days, but this time we will be smarter and will have the financial security to be able to make the changes that need to be made. Changes that the Baby Boomer Version 1.1 and 1.2 failed to make happen. We really did have an early death by the hand of conformity. We need to correct that.

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