Love Now

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I sing...
Ten thousand
sweet nothings
never whispered in your ear....
And time has wings...

Say it now....
In sidewalk chalk colors....
LOVE.....

Over and Over Again...

LOVE...

Love may last forever, but these moments do not
They keep coming and going, each one faster than the one before
ten til two in the morning, two past ten at night
I Love You
so while the world around me lays asleep
I creep out into the street
scribbling,
with my chin on my knees
chalk in my fingers
and you in my heart

...Love

Accidental Peace, Singleton Hippie Art

Accidental Peace
(c) Singleton 2008

And there
at the river house,
barefeet dangling
through white washed railings,
watching the
no~traffic morning go by....

I found peace...

He loves me, He loves me not, Singleton Hippie Art

He loves me...
He loves me not...

(c) Singleton 2008
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There in the sunshine,
knee high in grass
and
the accidental breeze
of everything
that was...

I found the flowers...

He loves me,
He loves me not....

And began to weave tomorrows from all
the broken pieces...

Watercolors, markers, Ink, melted crayons, and memories on cardboard

Catch and Release, Singleton Hippie Art

Catch and Release
The Peace
(c) Singleton 2008











"There at the bottom of it all,
I scrunched my toes
deep into the sand
and held on for
a never~ever again
forever...

waiting to breathe....

To be lifted up again...

To see the sun....

And then....

I felt the tiniest thread
of change...
black waters turning tepid blue,
champagne chilled
and full of
life...

And I remembered...
what I needed to share....

Peace...."

Watercolors, food coloring, shaving cream, ink, colored markers and pencils on 11 by 11 recycled cardstock.

And then there were Angels, Singleton Hippie Art

And then there were Angels
(c)Singleton 2008














It was morning
in the Manger,
and everything
was alive,
brimming,
dancing...

a new day was born...

And the Angels sang...

She sees Things, Singleton Hippie Peace Art

She sees Things
(c) Singleton 2008








"He watches her,
quietly digging her toes into the sand,
tracing the hermit crab's trail with her fingertips...
watches the smile,
a polaroid pixie,
whimsically painting it's way up her face...

He knows
she knows...

She sees things....

Old faces in
bent trees,
Sad eyes
in lost marbles found again,
Promises
on butterfly wings,
Accidental hearts
on the tea~stained counter top....

She sees things,
because....

She believes"

Recycled cardboard, shaving cream, food coloring, colored markers, acrylics, watercolors and ink....

This little Hippie went to town...
painting on the porch with the wind...
Waterspots, inksplots and paint drops....
Accidental art....
And doesn't that mean, it was meant to be....

Rest in Peace, Sweet Friend, Singleton Hippie Art

Rest in Peace,

Sweet Friend

.

(c)Singleton 2008

.

I see you in

accidental

places at

accidental times,

a face in the rearview

mirror,

laughing

in five o'clock traffic...

a shadow on the midnight

walls,

watching...

a reflection in the wishing pond,

fleeting, but

there, I swear....

.

I hear you in

the sudden orchestra

of unexpected windchimes,

the laughter of strangers,

the

"I know this means something"

words to a song I've never heard

before...

.

I feel you...

The giant quiet so loud

it rocks my world...

.

And I'm listening...

.

Rest in peace,

sweet friend....

.

and in love...

.

It grows....

Singleton hippie art, this one and only night a tribute to the gazillion moments you still touch my life...

Colored markers, pens, pencils on hand~me~down paper. Drawn in the rain on a Monday night porch. And yes, It's the Day of the Dead, but in my world, it's just another day when Nadine and Joe come to visit and no~one can see them, but me.....

Much love, sweet friends....

Face Painting, Singleton Hippie Art

Face Painting
(c)Singleton 2008
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Come on in,
drop your
wanna~be's
and
look~at~me's
at the kitchen
door...

Hang your
fancy keys
on the picket fence,
your three piece suit
on the arbor,
your Big Fish Story on the clothesline....

Come on in,
but
make it free...


I'm not
tradin' peace
for nothin'....

Colored markers, pencils, ink and a promise I made to myself 30 something years ago....
And still believe. Love is free, but it ain't cheap.

Singleton Hippie Art , my soul on paper

The Girl with the Peace Tattoo, Singleton Hippie Art

The Girl with the Peace Tattoo
(C) Singleton 2008

She was there
in the crowd,
Leon Russell on the stage,
a barefooted ballerina
flitting over mud puddles
and ice chests,
totally free...

And behind the pink
cloak of yesterday,
she still dances...

and every now and then...
someone notices
the tattoo....

Sometimes you have to go back,
to get it right. 8 1/2 by 11 on cardstock. Colored pencils, ink, markers, Michelobs, peace and love. I was a hippie then. And I thought I was an artist. But nobody put the two of them together...

Peace is a Paisley Dress, Singleton Hippie Art

Peace is a Paisley Dress
(c) Singleton 2008
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October swing,
wooden and crickety,
crooked and old...
tick~tocking over the gravel driveway...
I lean way back
and stretch my legs out
pointy toed to
kiss the sky
and swing higher,
rock dust
powdering my cheeks,
eyes closed.

And I remember...

The sound of the tires
crunching the gravel...
Peek~a~boo smiles...
Accidental million mile hello's...

And in the wind,
my paisley dress
dances,
one last ballet fading...

And swinging here....
swooping back to earth and flying high...
I'm a butterfly for just a moment...

11 x 11 Orignal on recycled cardboard. Background tye dyed with shaving cream and food coloring. Paisley Peace scribbled from this hippie's memories....

A Little Peace and Love, Singleton Hippie Art

A Little Peace and Love
(c) Singleton 2008

I found some dusty old
sidewalk chalk
in a zip lock bag,
buried under photos,
and yellowed
pages of
poetry
written from the rooftop
of another life...
and there was magic in that bag....

Technicolor remembrances
of
when we believed....
Pastel memories...

And so
I tell the story again...
in different colors...
but the ending is
always the same...

"Peace~love"

Funky little hippie art cards available now for keeping or for being pixies for peace and love

Find your Peace, Singleton Hippie Art

Find Your Peace
(c) Singleton 2008

It's there,
in the shards of
yesterday,
tomorrow,
now...
the little broken pieces
of what was once
Fiesta Ware....

The colors of peace,
fleeting fragments...

Find 'em....
Grab 'em....
Glue them back together...
String 'em from the sky...
Chaos is the canvas...
Color it with peace...

Watercolors, marker, ink, peace and love
(c) Singleton 2008

Peace Garden, Singleton Outsider Hippie Art

Peace Garden
(c) Singleton 2008
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Teeny Tiny seeds,
trinkets of
yesterday...
mood rings and
broken chains,
pennies painted red,
ticket stubs from
nights well spent...

Broken thoughts and
stories,
lyrics to unfinished love songs,
Beginnings with blurry
make~believe endings....

Memories....
Feel the love....
let 'em grow....

Peace Garden and other beer enhanced Hippie Art from Singleton available at Just Give Me Peace on Etsy

Recycled cardstock, recycled cigar box, beer bottle cap from thoroughly enjoyed bot of Mich light, markers, ink, hand~me~down watercolors and glitter!

Peace and Dragonflies, Singleton Hippie Art

Peace and Dragonflies
(c) Singleton 2008

Wings fluttering,
dancing,
parading through the sky
in
translucent petticoats,
a chorus of
make-believe blues,
swirling,
twirling,
scooching into
make the circle...
and then
curtsy to
the wind...

Peace
and
dragonflies....
Ballet for the sky....

Available here!

Peace, Love, The Dream...Singleton 2008 Hippie Art

Peace, Love, The Dream

(c) Singleton 2008

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.

Tangled in Sunday sheets,

I stretched,

tossed,

let the Sun sprinkle pixie dust in my eyes

and woo

me back to sleep....

.

Cold, summer sleep...

And we we're dancing...

heads thrown back in laughter,

everyone else wrapped around their partners,

swooning,

but we were laughing...

.

And it was the Peace,

tattered little sticks and strings,

woven,

matted,

braided together

that

made them stare at us....

.

Love is like that....

.

Even in my dreams....

.

Watercolors, markers, ink on recycled paper

Whooo~hooooo! Here we go again!

The coffee table is stacked, they're strung from a clothesline on the back porch, and they're ready to fly free! Selected original works available again....Just follow us to Just Give Me Peace at Etsy where the hippie parade continues....

Peace~love and all that hoo~hah!

Drawing in the Dark, Singleton 2008 Hippie Art

Drawing in the Dark
(c) Singleton 2008

8 1/2 by 11 scribble and tired markers on card stock

It was just another night of
no frills
cheap thrills
and the
fortune cookie
cracked,
an empty raw egg...

Sometimes you get
what you pay for....

So I closed my eyes and
pretended
I could see....
And drew and
drew
and drew...

And in the morning,
when
she looked back at me,
scribbled skin
and handless arms,
I smiled....
And pretended
I was blind....

Available now!

Peace Rising, Singleton 2008 Hippie Art

PEACE RISING
(c) Singleton 2008

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Worn out markers on
8 1/2 x 11 spiral bound card stock

Closer to the edge,
and then down,

down,

down,

into the rheumy river,
rolling,
tumbling,
moving with the current,
darker,
further,
faster
until there was deep silence and
the coffee colored sea became a velvet blanket,
and we hid,
there in the underworld,
in buried peace....

floating,
dreaming...

Her laquered fingernails,
slithers of morning,
raked across the river bed,
disco lights at dawn,
and I knew then,
what I know now...

Follow the light....



the endlessness rises....

One Peace, Singleton 2008 Hippie Art

One Peace
(c) Singleton 2008

He rifled through the
glove box,
paper cups, scratched CD's
and registrations to six cars back,
thumbing for something,
anything,
to put his fingers on,
that said yesterday
"I loved".....

The sky changed into a
thousand gowns,
dripping with jewels
and then suddenly,
barren blue...
almost black...
and he grasped at nothing....
laughterless...

And remembered.....

The one peace he had laid to rest....

Freedom.....
the yesterday that said
"I love you"....

Peace is a Mirror, Singleton Hippie Art 2008

Peace is a Mirror
(c) Singleton 2008

Chaos raining,
broken glass,
in a summer shower
and
I'm a
barefoot hippie
skipping
over
splintered
puddles,
dancing in
the mud.

Chaos raining,
reaking,
wrecking,
afternoon storms
brewing,
stewing,
making perfect
tell-tale
spooky stories....

Slumber party hoo~hah.....

And it's morning....
and I touch the tired face in the mirror,
embrace her,
go to her....

Peace is a place
within.....

Souvenier, (c) Singleton 2008 hippie art

Souvenier
(c) Singleton 2008

Wet T shirts piled on the floor,
faces and places
covered in sand
and yesterday's salt....
wilting,
and waiting their turn for
tomorrow....

And i tiptoe over them in the morning,
psychedelic jelly fish fading in their has~been glory,
souveniers
of
another
night
dredging
sand dollars
from the mouths of
yesterday's peace......


IMYSVVFM

Love is free, Singleton hippie art 2008

LOVE IS FREE

(c) Singleton 2008

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

Technicolor snake,

Coiled,

Draped,

A Lazy string of

Circus colored

Indian beads....

I touch you

and laugh....

Love is free and

you don't scare me one little bit.....

Radio Love, Singleton Hippie Art

RADIO LOVE
(c) Singleton 2008

Ten thousand songs
streets
stories
and
I'm high...

Bare toes
balanced
on the very edge
of yesterday,
A rock and roll
ballet of
Butterflies and Bowie...
Incense and drums
rolling,
snapping,
Jiffy Pop on an open fire....
Tin can percussion
pulling you in...
And we're high...

Ten thousand lyrics
penciled
in the wind....

Preachin' to the Sky, Singleton hippie art 2008

Preachin' to the Sky
(c) Singleton 2008

It's 2 A.M.
and we're building
bonfires of beer bottles,
crackling, snapping,
breaking
in a pick-up stick pile,
amber
disco lights
under yesterday's moon.

In the morning
you won't remember
the perfect sequence
of the stories,
the way we played
hokie-pokie
with
the fire....
the spells
the magpie fairies cast...
but you'll smile....

And I'll keep preachin' to the sky....

Peace, the love drug, Singleton Hippie Art 2008

Peace, the Love Drug
(c) Singleton 2008













Airdrumming
in a space
so empty
I color the walls
with
make~believe
music...
blues wailing
in the distance,
crashing into corners,
and the chorus,
a thousand stray birds strong,
strumming on steel guitar strings in the wind.

And we're high.
Lost in the accidental peace
of a song
you've heard a thousand times before,
but never like this....
free.....
dancing in the wind.....

Peace, The Love Drug, Dark Background Print now available. Visit Singleton's Hippie Art at Just Give Me Peace on Etsy

You saw the yellow butterfly, didn't you? , Singleton 2008 outsider hippie art

You saw the yellow butterfly, didn't you?
(c) Singleton 2008








"I've never noticed them before"
you said....
Sunday walking,
drenched in daybeers
looking at your feet,
stumbling on your words,
counting cracks that might
break your Mother's back.....

"They're everywhere"
you whispered....
on borrowed minutes,
sneak peeking backwards,
crawling in between
the sheets of
then,
long arms and
legs
stretching
reaching

"Peace~love"
we babbled
simultaneously
knocking the words right
out of each other
over each other
before hanging
up
a lifetime later....

And I knew....
you knew.....

The Last Tattoo, Singleton Hippie Art, 2008

The Last Tattoo
(c) Singleton 2008

Peace,
a tattered Kite,
wilted
mildewed,
lost in the wind,
dancing
free
and
going low...
dipping under
tree limbs
power lines
"Do not Enter"
signs
and laughing...
A sudden butterfly....

Peace,
a broken window,
panes shattered,
splintered,
laced in cobweb
art,
etch~a~sketched
by "come~hither~to"
widows in mourning,
mouth wide open for
the sunshine
streaming
pouring,
a long necked bottle of
golden beer....
suddenly intoxicated....
a gate to secret worlds....

Peace....
a tarnished penny
balanced
heads up
between
the couch cushions
six years old
and two relationships
later,
waiting....
a trinket
of hope
and superstition,
a sudden
meant~to~be....

Peace.....
the accidental finding
of
all you've
never ever looked for
but everything you've ever
dreamed of
in the damndest places
at the damndest times....
a mathematical fraction
so miniscule in the big picture,
it's all consuming
and overwhelming
and rocks your world....

Peace....
The last tattoo....

Wear it well, baby....

Say the words, Feel the love, Singleton Outsider Hippie Art

Say the words,
Feel The Love
(C) Singleton 2008

Bamboo wind chimes
clunking,
bunking
drumming in a
Friday night breeze,
bohemian music
for peace....

And
I'm
giddy
from
the accidental high,
hungover in the morning
from
lightheaded laughing
and twirling in the dark,
from chasing fireflies
and barflies,
playing hide-n-go seek,
peek~a~boo, baby,
and
"Name that song".....

Friday's are for dancin'.....
And feelin' the love....

"Just give me Peace" she said, Singleton, Hippie Art

"Just Give Me Peace" she said....
(c) Singleton 2008

Over and over again,
a mantra,
a record grooving, grinding
grating,
on the same old words
makin' music
outa
vinyl dreams.

She dances in the dark,
in the early mornin'
peace,
makin' love to the
new day,
gifted,
free.....
scribblin' love letters to the past,
stone washed,
torn,
and raveled.....

but,
it's all the same....
a mantra,
a record,
grooving, grinding, grating
on the same old words....

"Just give me peace" she said....

And in the wind,
she heard him say
"Amen"

Colored pencils, markers, and Ink on cardstock. (c) 2008 Singleton.

Pixies for Peace, Singleton Hippie Art

Pixies for Peace
(c) Singleton 2008
Featured here now


I twirl my hair...
fingertips twyning,
macrame'ing
braiding
twisting
a cobweb of
yellow,
golden,
peace ~love for free,
casting
shadows on your dashboard...
christmas tinsel
scattered everywhere...
the tell-tale signs I've been here....



I fold tin foil,
roll it,
coil it
into sudden snakes,
1000 peace signs,
and suspend them
in
mid~air flight,
on broken branches,
graffitied stop signs,
broken bottle necks....



And in the glimmer,
the simmer,
the aftermath,
I watch you,
in make~believe...

smiling.....

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When Pixies make Peace, Singleton Hippie Art

When Pixies make Peace
(c) Singleton 2008
On Parade Soon

I wadded it all up,
the burnt orange sunflowered sheets,
the sandy cat hair littered kitchen floor,
the margarita glasses with the peeling
paint that
kissed your lips,
left salty tattoos
on your chin,
your smile,
floating on the rim.

I packed it all up
and scooped it into yesterday,
an overstuffed pillow
tossed carelessly on the floor.

And in this pixie-ixie land I
live in.....

I can't wait to have a pillow fight.....

To bonk you in the head with
all your
"hey, I've got an idea"s
and your barbie doll suitcases stuffed to
the brim,
to take you out at the knees
with all the "could've beens" and
"should've beens"
and
then

collapse
in a heap,

carelessly tossed on the floor....

laughing.....

Fairytales and Other Fables Singleton Outsider hippie art

Fairytales and other Fables
(C) Singleton 2008
Featured soon at Cafepress.Com

Falling,
helplessly
tumbling
through the
looking glass,
the make-shift mirror,
the flat lined ocean,
and then
floating,
drowning,
buried in underwater
petticoats
and pretty little stories,
listening
for the quiet to come...

But she held the tickets,
the 50/50 raffle stubs,
the pink "Get out Free" cards
and it was raining,
and she was crying,
and tossing them overboard,
pennies in an endless fountain....
win, lose or draw....

bread crumbs
for hungry fish.....

Poster Child, Singleton 2008, Outsider Hippie Art

Poster Child
(c) Singleton 2008
Featured soon at Cafepress.com
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Your face....
mine....
two fingers up,
swaying
saying,
singing,
screaming
"Just give me peace...."

And we're a chorus,
an army,
a first grade parade
of
wanna be's,
need to be's,
"Can't you see?s".....

And the beat goes on.....

True Story, Singleton 2008 Hippie Art

True Story
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(c) Singleton 2008

98 pages of
Bohemian
love,
circles of fate,
planes falling
from the sky....
My story.

The only one I know.
The true story.
The one they never believe.

And you laughed
and threw back
your beer and
said "Cheers to the lady whose gonna save the world with just one word",
not believing or seeing the change in the mirror,
and I laughed
when we
said good~night
and you realized
you were
smiling through each story,
twirling,
spinning,
dancing.....
On your hateful Friday night.

The night you'd promised to the blues.....

"Peace".....
I whispered over my shoulder
in closing ceremonial fashion,
and you smiled again....

I know,
I saw it in the mirror.....

I Still Believe, Singleton 2008 Hippie Art

I Still Believe
(c) Singleton 2008

Fires
splashing
spitting,
snakes gone mad,
building anthills
in the garden...

Havoc raining
tea colored stories,
dripping,
slipping,
sepia maybes on the sunset....

But not today.

I believe in peace and love
and damned if
you're gonna
rain
on my
parade.

The Tornado, Singleton, 2008 Outsider Hippie Art

The Tornado
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(c) Singleton 2008

Black and white
funnel cloud,
leather studs
and the sound of
a train
roaring
grinding
sliding,
touching down,
picking up,
scattering words
out of order
and upside down,
on their sides,
empty coffee cups
rolling in the street.

But I'm the puzzle,
aren't I?

And I gather
Sunday trinkets,
Friday lines,
and the tattered wings
of spent tornados
in a collection plate,
take them home
and glue them back together....

Colored markers, pencils, ink and all that hoo-hah on Cardstock

The Invitation, Singleton 2008 Outsider Hippie Art

The Invitation
(c) Singleton 2008
Family Collection

Elbows on the bar,
black beer coddled,
warming,
a mosquito pond
at his fingertips....
He sat,
sipping the same
old nightime magic,
waiting
on change
to come
slipping through
the roadside doors.

He wasn't expecting
the butterfly,
accidentally
momentarily
lost by fate,
flitting in and flitting out,
just long enough to
brush him,
rush him...

And in in the days
and nights that followed,
he watched for her,
left the doors open,
the windows wide,
eyes waiting....
but,
Peace is a passion dance
and she had whispered
without words,
the invitation that
was always there...

"Come Dance with Me....."

The Gift, Singleton 2008 Hippie Art

The Gift
(c) Singleton 2008
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Little signs,
yellow wings,
forgotten songs,
martini moons,
stacking,
unfolding like perfect paper dolls
and landing,
dancing,
at my feet.....
bread crumbs in the forest...

"This way"......
And I almost didn't go,
weary of the whisper on my neck....
"This way"....
a little louder,
a Stevie Ray Vaughn
lull~a~bye
slowly
gently
rocking my world.

And then I knew.

Door number one.
Two.
Three.

"This way".....
I walked around them all
and there,
where it had been all
along was

The Gift....

Choose Peace,
and
ride with me.....

Just Maybe, Singleton 2008, Outsider Hippie Art

JUST MAYBE
(c) Singleton 2008
Now featured at
Cafe Press....
Peace, love, maybe

He flittered down,
in his patent leather suit,
black and yellow pin-striped,
talking to my soul....
strutting on the fence line
daring me to follow him,
chase him,
dance with him....
the butterfly with zebra lines
and tell-tale wings....

But I didn't.

And he flew away.....
The elusive dream wrapped temptress.

Bathwater days turned cold and
wet
and nights grew hour by
lonely hour longer
until I knew...

Until I danced to patent leather
music,
the tribal sound of
"Come hither",
primal background noise
filtering,
flooding,
pushing me on...

Until I crossed the fenceline.....

And he whispered
through the haze,
"I'm so glad you came to get me..."

Behind the butterfly, Singleton 2008 , Outsider Hippie Art

Behind the Butterfly
(c) Singleton 2008

"You hide there,
behind your peace~love
hoo~hah,
rattling change-the-world coins
in your hand-me-down levis,
inviting chaos
in through
your kitchen
door....
and asking
it in for tea"

"Hmmmm"
I whisper
from behind
veiled wings...
rattling found trinkets
for the sake of good luck,
and say
"I'll take that as a compliment"...

Hello, Singleton 2008 Hippie Outsider Art

Hello
(c) Singleton 2008
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It's a red day,
a bar~room coaster day,
accidently scribbled on,
"Hello, it's me"....

Forever was first
in line
and last to take
the chance
and just in case
I forgot to tell you,
even when I'm gone,
forever is a memory,
tripped over,
leaned over,
hidden in the second dresser drawer,
"peace~love"....

Say the words....

I've known you forever, Singleton 2008 outsider hippie art

I've known you forever
(C) Singleton 2008
Private Collection

I met an angel
by fate
or happenchance.
sitting out a dance
on the sidewalk of these pages,
and he whispered
to my soul,
in his raspy
yesterday voice,
with old words
in an old language,
the one word I've
waited to hear.....
Eternity.....

And I knew then,
what I had to whisper back.......

Peace.......

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