{"id":2875,"date":"2025-11-08T08:51:53","date_gmt":"2025-11-08T08:51:53","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/bobboydpoems.com\/60s-age-of-aquarius\/"},"modified":"2025-11-08T08:51:53","modified_gmt":"2025-11-08T08:51:53","slug":"60s-age-of-aquarius","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/bobwriting.com\/poems\/60s-age-of-aquarius\/","title":{"rendered":"60s Age of Aquarius"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Age of Aquarius<br>\nyours truly was there<br>\ndidn\u2019t drop acid or trip out<br>\non LSD or space out on drugs<\/p>\n<p>never got to San Francisco<br>\nto meet the \u201cgentle people there<br>\nwith flowers in their hair\u201d<br>\n<a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=7I0vkKy504U\">but oh how I loved that song and still do<\/a><\/p>\n<p>Woodstock, Haight-Ashbury<br>\nJimi Hendricks, The Doors<br>\nCalifornia dreaming<br>\npeace and love<br>\ngood vibes in the cosmic air<\/p>\n<p>psychedelic music playing<br>\nin the background<br>\nfree spirits everywhere<br>\nsome freaking out<br>\nsome finding themselves<\/p>\n<p>loved the hopeful, Utopian visions<br>\nand the looks of the hippy women<br>\nnever had one for a girlfriend<br>\nmore\u2019s the pity \u2013 maybe<\/p>\n<p>loved the sixties vibe<br>\nbut except for many<br>\nspiritual experiences<br>\none with the<br>\nforever transformative<br>\nwhite light<br>\nbright like the sun,<br>\nand deep into Eastern Spirituality<br>\nI was mostly a straight arrow<\/p>\n<p>didn\u2019t curate the look, the beads<br>\nthe freak flag (real long hair)<\/p>\n<p>now the hippies are mostly gone<br>\na few remnants still hanging on<br>\nhopelessly clinging<br>\nto the forsaken dream<\/p>\n<p>neo hippies scattered here and there<br>\nbut it\u2019s just not the same<br>\nit seems superficial and unreal<br>\nthe promise of peace and love<br>\njust isn\u2019t there<\/p>\n<p>the 60s Age of Aquarius has died out<br>\nHaight-Ashbury is no longer a hippie haven<br>\nand nobody&#8217;s California dreaming anymore. <\/p>\n<p>Bob Boyd<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Age of Aquarius yours truly was there didn\u2019t drop acid or trip out on LSD or space out on drugs never got to San Francisco to meet the \u201cgentle people there with flowers in their hair\u201d but oh how I loved that song and still do Woodstock, Haight-Ashbury Jimi Hendricks, The Doors California dreaming peace&hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/bobwriting.com\/poems\/60s-age-of-aquarius\/\">Continue reading <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[3],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/bobwriting.com\/poems\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2875"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/bobwriting.com\/poems\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/bobwriting.com\/poems\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bobwriting.com\/poems\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bobwriting.com\/poems\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2875"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/bobwriting.com\/poems\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2875\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bobwriting.com\/poems\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2875"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bobwriting.com\/poems\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2875"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bobwriting.com\/poems\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2875"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}