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Tobacco Poetry: January 2011
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Some dudes writing poetry with tobacco. This ought to go well. Saturday, January 29, 2011. Tobacco Poem II, Creed Thie, with a Preface. Twas yestermonth in yesteryear my last poem was wrote:. A rhymeless Dodectuplet of tobacco-praising note. Twas amply criticized for use of vapid Fragrant words;. And so indeed I promised to heed this warning that I heard. But then upon a further discourse in this blag's concerne. It was foretold to me that I would not to here return:. For what do you bless me instead?
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Tobacco Poetry: Atticus 06/27/12
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Some dudes writing poetry with tobacco. This ought to go well. Friday, June 29, 2012. Shade-dappled, mocha steaming, slightly hidden. In a café alleyway, the smoke from my Ruination. Gliding – the only cloud on this blazing day –. As the street passes by, left to right. Temporary sanctuary, granted by the owner’s wink. And the mention of increased fines, has cost me:. 1 Ave Maria St. 1 promise to stop, if asked. The book lies unopened, the cell. Set to vibrate, hospital rooms. And bills and ex-wives.
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Tobacco Poetry: December 2010
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Some dudes writing poetry with tobacco. This ought to go well. Saturday, December 25, 2010. Perhaps that's because I'm not obliged to marry his daughter,' Albert said laughing. Really, my dear sir,' said Monte Cristo, 'You are disgustingly smug.'. Yes, you. Have a cigar.'. Thank you. So why am I smug? Dumas, The Count-. Posted by Evan Gunn. Tuesday, December 21, 2010. Tobacco Poem I by Creed Thie. As the long year makes quickened haste away,. As Christmastide sets in, and snow floats down. Approaching I ...
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Tobacco Poetry: July 2012
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Some dudes writing poetry with tobacco. This ought to go well. Tuesday, July 3, 2012. Tobacco Poetry Exercise 2.1. Here is a half assed poem I just wrote. Though the language is not much to speak of, I hope you enjoy the sentiment. Who will we call when we die of smoke? When no remedies there to fix what we broke. Then we will feel the fresh air's choke,. Of King James the First! That Counterblaste King of Stuart land,. Saves us all with his potentate hand. By the time that devil Raleigh drew near,.
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Tobacco Poetry: ATY's Tobacco Sonnet #1: A Yawlp of Identity
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Some dudes writing poetry with tobacco. This ought to go well. Wednesday, June 27, 2012. ATY's Tobacco Sonnet #1: A Yawlp of Identity. My world, perceived through a pipe, through patient. Puffs on a Lucite tip: warm briar bowl. Breeds twirl and billow, smoke's brief ballet. Handmade clouds allow visions, the pageant. Of matches' flare and fade, fire fills the hole. And tobacco, age mellowed, purveys a. Portal to the immortal – spiritual. Pilgrimage, philosophy, and debate –. Philosophy, if I owe anything.
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Tobacco Poetry: ATY's Tobacco Sonnet #3
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Some dudes writing poetry with tobacco. This ought to go well. Thursday, September 20, 2012. ATY's Tobacco Sonnet #3. With just a cigar, I am not alone. I converse with smoke, atone for my day. In peace. The measured puffs set my tempo. And this is how I pray – with no other. Than this nude beauty, Colorado brown,. Quietly dying, her ash testament. To our time together and our pleasure. There is no better friend than this cigar,. Who listens well and is comfortable. For a time, she helps me forget about.
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Tobacco Poetry: November 2010
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Some dudes writing poetry with tobacco. This ought to go well. Sunday, November 21, 2010. Think, Nathan Explosion, or his inspiration George Corpsegrinder Curtis from Cannibal Corpse. My alternate title was "What Non-Smokers Think the Smoker's Creed Is". Death takes allegiance from all,. Every last knee bows to his will,. But we will stand before the end,. While smoke still curls from pale lips grown cold,. Lips clasped round phoenix poles,. Thick trunk of tobacco,. Birthed in hell and fed with flames,.
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Tobacco Poetry: August 2012
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Some dudes writing poetry with tobacco. This ought to go well. Wednesday, August 22, 2012. ATY's Tobacco Sonnet #2. Even my dreams weigh heavy at day's end,. They line up with my bills and body,. Remind me what could have been done better,. What could have been completed, put away. There is such knowledge in the world, today,. Did I learn any of it? How I go to bed tonight? A new argument, or did my mind bend? I've been sitting all day: my aches and pains send. Sporadic stimuli to my brain, breathes.
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