Best Cigar Poems

I may not be happy
with the way things are,
I may express dissatisfaction
In my local bar,
But I refuse to burn down
my street in extreme reaction
to some civil distraction--
seems to me somewhat bizarre.
I must take care of business
in my own neighborhood,
Being no part of any fringe faction.
Give...

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The cigar box reposed upon the closet shelf for nigh on fifty years.
Oft his family wondered what it held.  Perhaps some treasured souvenirs?
The old man, a veteran, had fought in the European Theater of Operations.
He never talked about that nor did he ever boast...

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Once there was a man called Cigar, the might
His wonder-statement “Might is always right”
Verity when supposed never
Wind somebody up for sure
Bloody this Cigar could only be a movie star. right?...

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PROFESSOR SILA, VICTOR SINCLAIR, AND ROCKY PATEL 
were scheduled to visit ARTURO FUENTE at the DREW ESTATE in ASHTON. 
However, the count of MONTE CRISTO stopped their trip at SAN MIGUEL 
because of the possibilty of BROCATUS intercepting them and searching 
them for PIRATE'S GOLD...

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You say that you're drowning
Cos your good girl is gone
Gone with her makeup
and her swollen silicon

You're begging for pity
Well here is a plan
Dip your cigar in your whisky
And take it all like a man

You say that your world
Is falling apart
And you good girl's departure
Is eating...

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A man in his later years enjoys a cigar.
He holds a fat brown rolled stogie with his fingers to his lips.
He puckers at the end of the stimulating stump, pulling a large puff.
He lights his vice with a blow torch.
Blue, red, yellow flame jets out...

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A cheap cigar
vaporized to coffee black
under the eave of Starbucks....

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quit that smoke...
even that coke...
cause, if you got hook..
oh my!! take a look..

lungs will turn out black...
As health be on bad luck...
As problems starts to pact..
You'll need some bucks...

Either remain or stay away...
So you'll save another day...
To live a little bit longer...
Far from any trace...

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Close but no Cigar.

I have tried,
obviously, you don't mind.
I heartily fell and stumbled,
but I stood up in the midst of battled.

I have cried,
obviously, you don't mind.
I have knelt down with tears falling,
for loving you is a gambling.

I have dried,
obviously, you don't mind.
Heating up myself for...

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Once had a boyfriend handsome,
    he had a black motorcycle that roared;
oh, how we soared down the highway wild and carefree,
      he loved black powder cigars and whiskey;
         ...

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I have a cigar box with corners
frayed and lid barely holding on.

Its contents being small things I've 
made and objects that I've found.

An odd-shaped rock, a marble, a feather,
are three of many that lasted well.

But the little objects are no better
than the stories they could...

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The sunset is golden above the lake
The dreamy surreal scene clouds make
But deep to the east eerie mist forms on that lake
Something mysterious, celestial like a splinter in the eye makes soul ache

For there is something in the sky
That one sees from the corner of...

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Someone smells like smoke.  I can barely stand to sit here.
Clenching my teeth, I have a headache, everywhere near.
A friendly smoker has sat next to me, oh, dear.
I jump up, because her smell is killing me, so clear.

I am an asthmatic, and I cannot...

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This Friday night was as-black-as-coal, he ignites a blackberry-colored cigar,
His belly is filled with fried chicken, Hennessy, and caviar.

This is, without-a-doubt, undeniable…

The intoxication is accredited, and honest-to-goodness notarized,
The spirit hypnotizes critical-thinking, the caterpillar forgets the past as a butterfly.

This is, without-a-doubt, undeniable…

Each step is measured,...

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With a nice cigar
I blow a perfect smoke ring,
And the ring holds briefly.  

I consider that focus of energy-- 
The snapping of my jaw.
The ring succumbs to the evening:

       Hard-edged blue smoke
      ...

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