Best Baccy Poems

'Twas the night before Christmas and it was heavily snowing
The windows in the house rattled with the wind that was blowing
Santa looked out through the window and it filled him with dread
He was in two minds whether or not to go back to his bed.

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Beneath this table sits a box
It’s scruffy, thin and battered.
 A cardboard box of memories
Of days that really mattered.

Confetti from my wedding day
A drawing by my mother
The shoes that took my son to school.
A photo of my brother

A tattered book of rhyming verse
My dad’s infatuation.
A...

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The old man stood;elbows resting on the old stone wall
Wistfully he gazed over the snow laden field,
Watching the sheep nibble on bales of hay,
He thought back remembering his working day.

In his leather like work hardened hand,
In left palm carefully placed a tobacco slice,,
With his right...

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Each time my Auntie Rosa went to shop in the High Street,
She’d bring us back a pink-iced bun; it was our special treat.
We’d take them up to Grandad’s (we preferred to eat them there)
We’d scoff them in the kitchen, in his big old Windsor chair.

And...

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Harry (written by Steven Cooke)

He stairs through the window
In wheelchair he knows,
Gabriel is just a pause behind him.
His last duty, to open a door in his mind
Of memories torn from 1917, where he left,
Jack Fred and Bert, Pals forever.
 
A moment singled out from a...

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OFFICE BOY
the class
   of summer fifty five
left to ply
   their business lives

the office     partners just two
pens   pencils nearly-new

clerking the lowest
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Splidgy splodgy, squishy and squashy
Time to find Dad’s old mackintoshy
Time to jump in the puddles so deep
To splishy and splashy, and cover his feet
In glorious slime and silt from the stream
Making chocolatey coately mud pies with cream
When he was seven, what fun the boys had
When...

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There was an old stripper called Jacky,
who's act was deemed rather tacky.
But she got her comeuppance 
when, out of her tuppence,
fell six pipes, fifty fags and some baccy....

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She had a face like a fish fryer's basket,
All stressed  and creased and lined 
His like  a bag of old spanners
Abused, misused, misaligned. 
She jumped his place in the bar queue
One  Boozy Saturday Night
Instead of taking the Hump 
He loved her at...

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I raked in my baccy pouch
to find the makings of a toke
and pretty soon I was riding
that sweet magic smoke

stretching like a giant
a million miles high
switching off stars 
in the night sky
riding a dragon
full of joy and desire
every emotion blazing
like a raging raging fire
but all...

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He wanted to be a Toreador
He’d bought a suit of light
He practised with his mother’s cape
Nearly every single working night

He could perform The Veronica
With a certain style and grace
Always maintaining the required
Look of haught there on his face
He felt close to perfection
Felt he’d reached his...

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Peanut butter sarnies
Wacky baccy smoke
Hysterical laughter
At an unfunny joke
Colours so intense 
Brighter than I've ever seen
Sound reverbing through me
Clearer than it's ever been
Passing the material of her
Skirt through my fingers
A softly caressing sensation
That soothes and lingers
It seems I'll never tire
Just can't get too much
Of the...

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the class
   of summer fifty five
left to ply
   their business lives

the office     partners just two
pens   pencils nearly-new

clerking the lowest
                of...

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Pipe tobacco is cheaper than hand rolling tobacco, that’s  good
But you gotta chip it an chop it and tug out all of the twigs and dead wood
Cos it’s as rough and as course as a grizzly bears bum
But thats part of the fun
Then you...

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I REMEMBER (1)

Candles & nightlights
   flickering bright
blackout curtains
    shutting out light

Dripping setting
   from Sunday's roast
spread  thick
on Monday's toast

Paper chains
    cut and glued
beer in glass
     bottles brewed
Christmas puddings
   with threepenny bits
 Meccano kits
     made to fit

Sunday school outings
      upto Coombe hill
my first ever train ride
         so quite a thrill
Summer walks
    to the Bugle Horn
crisps & lemonade
     upon their lawn
A weekly soak
  ..in a round tin bath
towelling off
 by a fire in the hearth

I REMEMBER (2)
afterschool
on a
          tuesday
  my treat
   awaiting on gran's
baking tray

a spicy aroma
  filled
the air
 t'was
  freshly baked-
my
 weekly share

bread pudding
piping hot
   drizzled with honey
moreish&
          yummy
a moist mouth
 watering
             confection
in
a
 sultana delectation


I REMEMBER (3)
my clerking 
ever on the go
the junior
   lowest
                of the low

the office
 with  partners just two
pens   pencils
  nearly-new
daily drudgery
  reality soon shone thru'

the 'old man ' yelling
      'ere lad
  chop chop
get me baccy
   from t'corner shop

 tea-break brews'
                   in a stew
bellows of hurry-hurry
from  the back-office crew

another  task
       to get done
this time
   for the partner's son
    no time to stop &chat
  he'd forgotten the fish
          for his wife's cat

    the switchboard clicked
           the doorbell chimed
&
skills to learn
  juggle & prioritise


whew!
    nearly half five
&  knock-off time

    just one task
still to do
fetch the 'boss's
  evening  news

  was this really
           the career    to choose?...

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