Best Joints Poems
If I must run for my life, I’m a dead duck
These old worn-out hips will give out quick
Time came when my arthritis was undeniable
When I walk now, I hear my knees click.
I’m thinking I should consider replacements
Those newfangled techniques are superb,
I saw an old lady with brand new hip joints
Kick an unwitting purse snatcher to the curb.
Written September 4, 2022
Categories:
joints, fun, humorous,
Form:
Light Verse
You can give up that nasty habit if you try.
Just think of all the things your money will buy.
Each one of those houses is a den of debauchery.
They are clip joints just out to get your money.
When you dump at the tables or feed the machines,
the end result is usually some egregious scenes.
If you win, consider it a loan at the time.
You will return to pay back every nickel and dime.
Being broke is where most adventures will lead.
The house takes advantage of the weakness called greed.
Greed is the deadliest of the seven deadly sins.
In the long run, only the house is the one who wins.
Categories:
joints, loss, people, social, house,
Form:
Rhyme
Used to be I got haircuts for two bits,
Along with a shave and hair tonic spritz,
From the barber bawdy jokes
Juicy gossip from town blokes!
Now for twelve bucks a clip is all I gits!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) All Rights Reserved
Categories:
joints, humor, nostalgia,
Form:
Limerick
(Against Marijuana)
*How many do you take a day?*
The journalist asked in a joking tone.
*Seventeen ni o*
The teenager replied.
Seventeen times he smoked that day.
A routine that continues till this moment.
Like an exhaust pipe,
He kept up the smoke emissions.
Like Sango, the Yoruba mythological god of thunder,
His eyes burned red and his mouth spouted fire.
One puff among friends had set off the spiral into a habit.
Triggering a degeneration into a life filled with painful regrets.
For he never could distinguish between reality and illusions.
His concept of fear changed after that puff.
For a stream of vigor seeped into his bones
And a inhuman death defying courage took roots in his mind.
His reality changed after that puff
For he ascended into a new plane.
A place devoid of the recognition of pain.
A place where all actions were stripped of their good and evil tag.
A place where all people appeared the same
And the soldier looked very much like his fellow conductor.
A place where all reverence was gone.
And all women seen as tools to be exploited.
Puff after puff, He descended.
To the lowest depths of addiction; he tumbled .
Until he smoked his seventeen joints,
The world never truly made sense.
Until he smoked his seventeen joints,
Joy evaded his mind and peace eluded his thoughts.
Until he smoked his seventeen joints,
Troubled thoughts plagued him as his hands trembled.
Beloved. Smoking of marijuana or weed, as it is popularly known, should be discouraged in all circles as it distorts reality and generally causes more harm than good.
#Bashorun
Categories:
joints, abuse, addiction, anxiety, body,
Form:
Free verse
Three hundred and sixty joints in the human body,
To stand,
To sit,
To bend,
To stretch,
To fold,
To hear,
To see,
To talk,
To walk,
To think,
To thank God!
Categories:
joints, body, thanksgiving,
Form:
Light Verse
They say that living is a disgrace
those who worship the dead
I never felt that way
I love the adventure of life
it does not contaminate my soul
the way it does my body
the Gestapo order the violins
while the Marsellaise plays
I dance to different songs
I was younger, many years ago
and never afraid of things
then wave, after wave of fear emerged
covering the light with darkness
sealing the time with silence
I lived in a golden age of jazz
it stays with me, in memory
the sounds filled the air
with revelry
it was a long time ago
the performers marched through our house
each with a unique style
the tap dancers, the actors, the musicians
the painters, the generals, the writers
everyone came over to visit
the truth never lets go
it tramples over the story
Categories:
joints, art,
Form:
Prose
Their lighters
allow me to smoke
joints and cigarettes
that inspire depressing poetry
written in their pens' ink,
which I cut myself to with
their razors.
Thanks BIC!
Categories:
joints, abuse, funny,
Form:
Free verse
Swollen knees bring
fears of blocked tubes --
harbingers of destruction,
cold limbs, looming amputations.
Swollen knees bring
alternate explanations for pain –
cysts maybe? fears subside.
maybe just an infection…
Swollen knees bring
reminders of aging frames.
age-related deterioration,
speaks of a well-ripened life.
Swollen knees bring
streams of gratitude for
the many things knees can do.
joints of thanksgiving breaking through…
Categories:
joints, anxiety, confusion, health, introspection,
Form:
Free verse
joints, bend or stay straight
rivers, turn or overflow banks
eyes, see forever.
(January 22, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
Categories:
joints, introspection, life
Form:
Haiku
Fast Food Joints to Blame for Obese Kids?
By Elton Camp
McDonald’s is sometime singled out for blame
Of other similar places we can claim the same
Their food is filled with calories, fat and salt
And to eat such worthless tripe, nobody ought
But to say this is the main reason kids are fat
It would be very hard to go along with that
Ronald McDonald doesn’t drag them in the door
And say, “Eat our fattening food and nothing more.”
It is the parents alone who have the right to decide
That to the fast-food place, kids they’ll take a ride
It is only reasonable and sensible that we expect
Little ones will eat the type food that parents direct
And there are now far better offering to decide
Not just hamburgers and some salty, greasy side
So the blame for obesity let’s put in the right place
If a little kid’s too fat, it is to the parents’ disgrace
Categories:
joints, food, parents, food, parents,
Form:
Rhyme
In the dark
Devioded of fur and feathers
Bare and born
As really we once were
Like our conservative jungle cousins
Same as sesame twins
I am black and bony
You purple and plumpy
Save for what we know and we will
Those we’ve heard and clear still
Those we’ve seen yet in sight
Where we’ve been and the beckoning light
This day surety
Hope grilled with fears of the next
And the sweet-bitter of the yesters
Within and around these we diverge
Together in total we converge.
Categories:
joints, life, people, philosophy,
Form:
Rhyme
out of all the gin joints in Chicago
she had to choose this one
she had an uncanny likeness to the woman he had lost
he could not stop staring
Categories:
joints, memory,
Form:
Free verse
He's an elder now so don't dare forget.
He has special needs and they need to be met..
Always been a hot boy so keep the thermostat down,
or he'll gulp too much water and in urine you'll drown..
Never was a barker but now lets you know.
Better pay attention or he'll just let it flow..
The laminated flooring makes his joints ouch and
his old bones can no longer reach the soft couch.
He needs carpeting or bedding to lie down and slouch..
Those short walks are great but his back legs go out.
Make sure it's flat surfaces with no hills to mount..
A breakfast and a dinner, let his nose lead the way,
and this 120 pd dog is happy and sleeps the rest of his day.
Categories:
joints, age, animal, dog,
Form:
Light Verse
Tiger Balm compound
Is really my new best friend
Relieves aching joints
© Joseph, 9/12/07
© All Rights Reserved
The traditional or classic Japanese senryu format has three lines: the first has
five syllables, second has seven syllables and the third five syllables. The
pattern is 5/7/5 for a total of seventeen syllables. The senryu is generally about
an emotional expression.
Categories:
joints, health,
Form:
Senryu
Aging
Problems with my joints
Problems with insomnia
Problems with my memory
Problems with my concentration
Problems with my energy levels
Problems with my taste buds
Problems with desire
Getting old is one big problem
One problem after another
This problem isn’t for the faint of heart
Well, at least I am still alive
And able to write bad poetry!!
Categories:
joints, age, humor,
Form:
List