Poem about 60’s freaks

The Wine is Ready

how many

of those

tripping boys and girls

were mad bodhisattvas

not needing to trip at all

or tripping heavy

didn’t matter

their presence

a shower of benediction

planting seeds of

brand new ways

to be!

They were everywhere

but never said much

about that.

Except maybe

“wow, man.”

Too young to have

known them then,

I find myself

hilariously blessed

now in the new


Goofy moon

Juney loon

in January

Happy Lunar New Year to All.


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  1. … at kos.

    • Edger on January 27, 2009 at 01:39


    • Alma on January 27, 2009 at 01:49

    I was born in the wrong generation, that I should have been a hippie/flowerchild.

    Now I think I was born in the right generation, but with a longing and knowledge of old, to help guide and protect the young of today.

    • kj on January 27, 2009 at 14:21

    a body’s just gotta rock the big honking turquoise earrings…   LOL   @;-)

    • kj on January 27, 2009 at 14:41

    • Robyn on January 27, 2009 at 19:08

    Style is a funny thing.  I think I could spend the rest of my life trying and never come close to anything like you do in your poems, npk.

  2. Or maybe I should say, Gung Hay Cat Choy!  : )  It’s my earth-brown Year of the Ox again, as it was when I was born in 1949, and I knew a lot of the people you’re writing about.  Thanks for the lovely tribute to them.  What a time we had, and what a time we’ll have again!

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