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HIPPIE KUSHI WAKING UP TO LIFE

Emancipation

emancipation

NOUN

  1. the fact or process of being set free from legal, social, or political restrictions; liberation.

synonyms:

Freeing · liberation · 

liberating · setting free · 

release · releasing · 

letting loose/out · 

setting loose/free · 

discharge · unchaining · 

unfettering · unshackling · 

untying · 

Unyoking · 

uncaging · unbridling · 

freedom · liberty · 

manumission · 

disenthralment

Some of us
by Julie Sheldon

Some of us must stay at home
And not go out the door
Some of us are working
Like we’ve never worked before

Some of us are falling out
With siblings, Dads, and Mothers
Some of us are reaching out
And looking after others

Some of us are keeping busy
Doing lots of jobs
Some of us have given up……
We’re turning into slobs

Some of us are playing games
And learning brand new hobbies
Some of us are still ‘no good’
And watching out for Bobbies

Some of us have lots of friends
To text with and to phone
Some of us have no one
And feel that we’re alone

Some of us feel positive
And think that we’re in charge
Some of us feel anxious
And fear the world at large

Some of us have footpaths
To cycle, walk, and jog
Some of us have nowhere nice
To even walk the dog

Some of us are welcoming
New babies being born
Some of us have lost loved ones
And cannot truly mourn

None of us will ever know
What’s really going on
None of us will think the same
When all of this is done

All of us can choose to spend
Our days in fear and dread…..BUT
All of us can choose to plan
For better days ahead

Lockdown Poems – Ledbury Poetry Festival (poetry-festival.co.uk)

I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings

Maya Angelou (1983)

The free bird leaps

on the back of the wind

and floats downstream

till the current ends

and dips his wing

in the orange sun rays

and dares to claim the sky.

 

But a bird that stalks

down his narrow cage

can seldom see through

his bars of rage

his wings are clipped and

his feet are tied

so he opens his throat to sing.

 

The caged bird sings

with fearful trill

of the things unknown

but longed for still

and his tune is heard

On the distant hill…

…for the caged bird

sings of freedom.

The free bird thinks of another breeze

and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees

and the fat worms waiting on a dawn bright lawn

and he names the sky his own

 

But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams

his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream

his wings are clipped and his feet are tied

so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings

with a fearful trill

of things unknown

but longed for still

and his tune is heard

on the distant hill

for the caged bird

sings of freedom.

Lockdown Poetry: Freedom — The Kykeon

BETTER WORLD

by Walter William Safar

I want to live in a world
where everyone has the right
to await Freedom,
like all the beautiful mornings
that don’t have two cold eyes
scathingly looking at Freedom;

I want to live in a world
where we don’t dance around mister politician
and all his satellites,
while at the same time waltzing our way
to the grave.

I want to live in a world
in which I can
see a dear,
confident and faithful face
on each step of the way,
instead of those of thousands of conspirators,
sunburnt tycoons
and stern politicians,
which appear in the street
for two or three weeks a year,
with their lies
like demonic torches
in their cause against people.

I want to live in a world
where dreaming is dignity
and not a shame,
where there is no need to reconsider
one’s importance in the human society,
but it’s rather a birthright.

I want to live in a world
where people aren’t haunted by conscience
for having once eaten peas,
where food isn’t vanity to some
and mere fantasy to others.
I want to live in a world
where we don’t bring dandyism
into faith,
to discuss in dandy terms
how mankind no longer has faith;

I want to live in a world
where mankind and faith
walk side by side,
so that even prayers
aren’t necessary.

BETTER WORLD poem – Walter William Safar poems | Best Poems (best-poems.net)

Woodstock

Well, I came upon a child of God
He was walking along the road
And I asked him, “Tell me, where are you going?”

And this he told me

Said, “I’m going down to Yasgur’s Farm
Gonna join in a rock ‘n’ roll band
Got to get back to the land
Set my soul free”

We are stardust, we are golden
We are billion-year-old carbon
And we’ve got to get ourselves
Back to the garden

Well, then can I walk beside you?
I have come to lose the smog
And I feel myself a cog
In somethin’ turning

And maybe it’s the time of year
Yes, and maybe it’s the time of man
And I don’t know who I am
But life is for learning

We are stardust, we are golden
We are billion-year-old carbon
And we got to get ourselves
Back to the garden

We are stardust, we are golden
We are billion-year-old carbon
And we got to get ourselves
Back to the garden

By the time we got to Woodstock
We were half a million strong
And everywhere was a song
And a celebration

And I dreamed I saw the bomber jet planes
Riding shotgun in the sky
Turning into butterflies
Above our nation

We are stardust, we are golden
We are caught in the devil’s bargain
And we’ve got to get ourselves
Back to the garden

Songwriter: Joni Mitchell

EMBRACE THE DAWN…

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