Lullaby Memory
Poetry that comes from the writer's heart of things she has seen or come to know about, sharing what that heart has learned.
High Heels and Mini Dresses
Which Came First Music or Changes?
Who remembers the sixties? The music was a dream come true, who could even imagined it? It was something that had never been.
Was the music the reason for all the changes? The way we dressed? The way we thought? Our demands for rights and freedoms?
Or did our thoughts about freedom and rights make the music what it was?
Drugs were as big a thing as was war. No one kept anything hid anymore. Sex was open and unashamed.
Many girls burned their bras, many guys burned their draft cards. Many guys went and died. Many left the country to keep from going to war.
What was right? What was wrong? We all had our own ideas. Some protested and made it known what they were thinking. Some kept their feelings to themselves.
Were other generations having these same changes and this was really nothing new?
Whatever the answer was it was no doubt the most memorable time of my lifetime.
This poem was born of some of those thoughts and memories.
Does Everyone Remember Twiggy?
Lullaby Memory
Listen to this lullaby melody of youth
We all have been there and do recall
feelings we had for so many years
The music and beauty, we had it all
Our teens were such a special time
No one else could make that claim
No one in all the ages that we knew
could have ever known the same
Cool or hot?
We saw our beauty and it was good
Love was the answer to everything
Staying high on love and laughter
A new band daily it seemed did sing
Music was like it had never been
Groups spilled out from everywhere
So blessed we were in this time
No one seemed to have a care
Psychedelic
We sang and danced celebrating
A life we knew had no ending
We all put flowers in our hair
It was a message we were sending
Love and peace; and joy to the world
Peace was the word; we had the sign
Beauty shared to never come again
What’s mine is yours & yours is mine
The Magic Beans
It was a time of history in the making
Yet no one could know like we did
the only heaven on earth to be
Our feelings inside could not be hid
We burned our bridges and our bras
having new freedoms in every way
There was honesty in all our feelings
A high in love and joy lived every day
Guitar Man
Never time before & no time after
would there be such a unity
of youth bound in such magic
Dare it be likened to eternity?
When did it all end...I never knew
Gone when we were as a bird so free
Yet closing my eyes I can go back
In a sweet lullaby melody memory
Close your eyes...come go with me…
Drugs and Culture
Peace is the Word
© 2022 Jackie Lynnley