Best Maryjane Poems
Irene....My Mother and I.
I cannot believe I am her daughter!
She always dressed in the very best taste.
Very little jewelry, conservative
dresses, no slacks, are you kidding?
A white-gloved perfect lady,she.
Hats she wore yes, exquisite ones.
Never a babushka on her coiffure.
Boots,too, my Mother loathed,
In those years, verily homely were they.
However,in platformed heels, she was
true beauty in motion.
Panagiota, her daughter, the dreamer,
Thinks everyday day is Carnival in Rio!
And would wear a Samba outfit
Right this day, if only she could!
Be a true Sambanista, bringing the joys
of Brazil to your neighborhood.
Loves humongous earrings and necklaces.
People stare at her with strange faces.
And she is insane over shoes metallic.
With colorful gems upon them or
flowers, totally exotic.
Her dreams to be a Rockette, alas, if
only she could.
Quite the woman~ a legend in her own
mind!
Writing poetry, in an imaginary land
of her own making.
In her magenta robe, sparkling adornments
in her hair and gold MaryJane shoes, as dainty as flowers!
Writing her soul poems by the hours.
Cannot forget her paramours!
Listening to the music of Antonio Carlos
Jobim, total heaven!
Enjoying her freedom and ever so blessed!
A Princess~ ruling in a land all her own
smiling with flowers.
Her hand, with the giant moonstone
ring from Peru,
Her passion for all things turquoise,
jade or Santorini blue
Her head, never stuck in things practical.
Just flies in all directions,never pedantic.
Purely, romantic or totally magical.
Thus~ is her setting for writing poetry,
She cherishes your comments in this
land of the free!
We roaming souls connecting by things so
ecstatic~
This is so very joyous and totally
far from all things tragic.
Panagiota Romios
3/24/2019
A wizened boy who lived at seventy-two Oak
Relaxed in his tub with a lemon salt soak
Ate a curly pretzel, downed a harsh throat coke
An honest child who sprang from truthful folk
Dressed himself in a red and yellow super hero cloak
Flew around New York City watching for dangerous smoke
News of his heroism quickly readily broke
Giving some fame to this truthful do-gooder bloke
He saved a young girl who was having a choke
Convinced a teenager to give up a maryjane smoke
Chanted a spell pretty difficult to invoke
Created a talking frog who never could croak
If you meet this wizened boy at seventy-two Oak
Tell him his cousin Moke wants to give him a poke
This is a true story, in absolutely no way a joke
Now that I have shared it, I will go have a soak.
. A wanna be Limerick
Limerick ride needing no joystick.
Daver your comments get me homesick.
Wishing I was with my homeboys in Boston!
Lace Maryjane, a condition you gave me, Mr.Austin!
Hope my riddles never get you brainsick.
. A wanna be Haiku
. Contract on P.D.
. Go get a hold of Don__?___
. GOOD spirit DAVER
I also confiscated an old antique or two.
Unique skills found in their retired war shoes.
(awe you where in my poetry police #1)
From: P.D.
Dedicated to:Daver Austin
Colorado is renown fer the majestic Rockies a-reachin' fer the sky.
Now, 'tis better known fer sittin' 'round, smokin' pot and gittin' high!
Visitors used to come to see Pikes Peak and The Garden Of The Gods.
Nowadays, they seek out cannabis shops wherein to spend their wads!
Some fellers gave up plantin' corn and melons to grow marijuana,
To reap the profits sellin' maryjane to folks a-seekin' their nirvana!
Now, in lieu of the scent of pine, the odious odor of pot pervades the air.
Glassy-eyed dudes stroll about pollutin' the air without a worldly care!
I'm chagrined to travel out-of-state sportin' a Colorado license plate.
Makes me real 'proud' to be called a denizen of The Centennial State!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) 2014 All Rights Reserved
My life revolves around My pain. Sometimes I wish I could smoke maryjane. In hailing and
exhaling, Sitting back relaxing not a care in the world its truthfully unfailing.
The blue, purple and gray smoke filling up the room. No sense of impending doom.
Everything is quiet every thing is calm. So quiet a pin would sound like a thermonuclear
bomb.
My pupils are dilated, my mussels aren't tense. I sit hear with out pain in sudden suspense.
I don't understand I can't fathom why this stuff is illegal when it helps me not to cry.
There so many kinds from skunk to kine form purple haze to Pennsylvania dutch. This is the
kind I smoke way to much.
The doctors they say that narcotics will do. But there all addictive and could kill you
to. When Pot is out there and no one can smoke it. But me I'll put it in a pipe and down I
will choke it.
We got alcohol and cigarettes cocaine and whiskey all of which could potentially kill me.
So maryJane takes a few brain cells But that's what you get when you inhale the THC smells.
God made whisky God made rum God gave us brains to have a green thumb. So grow it high
smoke it up bake it down and drink it up.
I'm just an average guy,
living a ho-hum life
Everything is going good,
everything's alright
Met this girl,
and I took a hard left turn
Has my daddy confused,
got my mamma concerned
This girl is a wild thing,
she'll let you know
if the wheels are turning too slow
Kick it up another gear, she tells me
Got to conquer your fear,
so you can live free
Ride the hurricane breeze ...
said this sexy Valkyrie
Sit inside the tornado,
where it's as calm as can be
So when I shoulda went right,
I decided to go left
Was cruising with a bag of ganja,
blowing the Maryjane breath
Started seeing flashing lights,
blue smurfs breaking my mellow
Was handed a couple of tickets
to a late-night cop reality show
My girl got out of jail free,
her card said she was a paid informant
I, on the other hand,
had to deal with incarcerated torment
Spent three days in hell,
with a lost weekend to boot
And my girl has moved on as well;
said I was a plain tuba,
she was looking for a magic flute
Here's the lesson learned:
three left turns will send you the right way
Warlords love the crack cackling sound ...
faint vapors smelled worldwide,
when twine toking on the choking peace pipe
Lying lips huffing and puffing,
blowing smoke out the barrel rear end
Frontal sphincter holes
open and close ...
Pre-negotiated spoils fanning the wind
Rub two cancer sticks together,
to start a third global forest fire blazing
Twin Smoky Bear false witnesses,
like Pilate and Herod —
Duo hardcore sworn enemies
becoming so Maryjane best bud friends
Truth is a menthol breakdown,
a Kool summer breeze on a hot, Camel caravan night
Warning of mirage oasis whisperings
filling the Death Valley desert air with nuclear fright
Warlords love doing the iron lung Scorpion crawl,
passing the slim peace pipe inside of the toilet stall
Flushing nicotine hope down the porcelain drain;
huffing and puffing,
with covetous tar face delight
Singing with ember glee in the Inferno dire reign
Smoking jacket pleasure
fills talky polluted atmosphere
with syrupy cough pain
Paranoia beyond measure,
empties womb palpitating fear:
Tick tick puffer insane
Warlords love the milk poppy urn sound,
silent nods heard worldwide ...
when dumping vow ashes from the peace pipe
Truth is a menthol breakdown,
a Marlboro spring breeze on a cold, Salem witch night
Warning of hibernating pyre whisperings
filling the Negev autumn air with nuclear winter fright
Warlords love the crack cackling sound ...
vaporized air felt worldwide,
when chain toking on the cranium choking peace pipe
Lying lips huffing and puffing,
blowing idol smoke out the gunny shark rear end
Sphincter jaw Pinocchio nose
open and close ...
Fungi ‘shroom spittle spores make the sky darken
Warlords love the crystal meth blurb sound,
LSD plan heard dark web worldwide ...
Life-Stopping Detonations
be brimstone smoke coming from a broken peace pipe
Thirteen is when I met her,
An I must say she's changed my life...
Whether she was good or bad,
I had to have her, Soooo I made her my wife...
When we were together, It was like nothing else mattered,
But as soon as she would leave, My mind felt scattered...
So I always tried to keep her around,
Until the day I noticed,
That loving her is what kept me down...
By this time years had pasted,
Although I was truly faithful,
Her love would never last...
So I had to make the tuff decision and let her go,
But how to cope with out her,
I must admit I really don't know...
When ever I felt rejected she was always there,
Making me feel soooo gooood!!!
Taking away all my fear...
Atleast that's what I taught she was doing...
As I watched my ambition turn to ruin...
In a constant daze in just unaware
That loving her is what made me more scared,
To go out and face the world on my own...
She kept me caught up just stuck in her zone.....
And it didn't matter how much fun we had together,
At the end I still felt alienated and alone...
Stripped of my enthusiasim and all money...
I CAN STILL SAY TO MY BEAUTIFUL WIFE {~_~} MARYJANE {~_~}
I SURE WILL MISS YOU HONEY!!!!!
YESTERDAY MY D-TOX HAD BEGUN
SO FAR IVE MADE IT THRU DAY 1
I FORGAVE MESELF N I BLAME NO ONE ELSE
BUT NOW I GOTA DO 4 SELF
KEEP WORKN ON MY HEALTH
SO FAR EVERYDAY I GOTA ADD AN INCH 2 TIGHTING MY BELT
I UNDERSTAND THIS IS ANOTHER TRIBULATION THE LORD HAS DELT
I OVER DID IT WITH MY FEELINGS I FELT
IM SORRY I DRAGD U THRU MY HELL
THO TIME WILL SOON TELL
I SHALL RISE FROM WHERE I FELL
IM SORRY HEART BUT UR NO HELP TO ME NOW
MY MIND IS NOW ON POINT IN THIS NU RUN
SO MANY THINGS IVE BEGUN
NOW I GOTA GET EM DONE
U SWEAR I WAS ON ANOTHER ONE
BUT IM SLOWLY BREAKING TIES
SOON ALSO IT WILL BE TIME 2 TELL MARYJANE GOODBYE
I GOT 2 IF I WANA ACCOMPLISH MY GOALS I HAVE IN MIND
SO I ASK ALL YOU PLEASE HELP ME TRY
EVERYDAY IM BECOMING A DIFFERENT GUY
CAUSE I DON’T WANT TO BE THE SAME I WONT LIE
IM TIRED OF HOW I LIVE MY LIFE
I KNOW IM GREATER THAN ME
IVE SEEN THE MAN WHO IM MEANT BE ONCE BEFORE
NOW IM SEARCHING FOR HIM AT EVERY DOOR
I HOPE I FIND HIM SOON
CAUSE RIGHT NOW IM STILL KINDA LOST ON WUT 2 DO
IM ON THE RIGHT TRACK
IM JUS TRYN FIGURE OUT WHR 2 GO
CAUSE I CAN SEE INTERSECTIONS COMN UP ON MY PATH
N I DNT WONT 2 MAKE A WRONG TURN THAT’LL SET ME BACK
LORD HELP ME OUT
THAT’S ALL THIS SINNER CAN ASK
N I’LL DO WUTEVER I HAVE 2 DO
N THAT VISION OF A SETTLE N STABLE ME
BEST BELIEVE IM COMIN AFTER YOU
....PEACE.
-bkmjr 2011-
5/24/21
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Blood all around the planet, it's no longer strange
Blood spewed about from hurricanes
Blood drops falling in the rains
Blood all across the plains
Blood on these grains
Blood splatter across the window panes
Blood flowing through arteries and veins
In a bloody craze
Bloody end results over games
Done with bloody rage
Blood spilled when lives are claimed
Blood and people killed for financial gains
Blood over Maryjane and cocaine
Blood on ankles bound with chains
Blood stains remain
Blood becoming of one and the same
Another blood fueled campaign
Blood on the champagne
Blood in the quiche Lorraine and chow mein
Blood throughout history, never been a mouse game
Blood the foundation of a lot, helping start a town name
Blood often over stupid , I know how lame
Blood occurred without shame
Blood came no matter whether early or out late
Blood everywhere, oh how great
Blood is what they've continued to crave
Blood all over in the land of the free and home of the brave
More than blood, sweat and tears I gave
Blood, anguish and pain
Blood going down the drain
Blood from lives continually being slain
Blood in every domain
Blood throughout all the terrains
Blood became more than a gang
Blood dripping from sinking in the fangs
Bloody outcomes with good results or a boomerang
Blood going on and on, still so much to say
But I'll save all that blood for another day
I cannot take a pill to make me chill.
It takes away from me everything that makes things real.
I just can't go through life living like a zombie.
Without a firm grasp on reality, now that's just beyond me.
Yeah I like to have fun, but I Atleast know that I'm having it.
Instead of anything available I have to be grabbing it.
Guess I'm old school for just keeping it simple and plain.
Having a few beers and rolling some Maryjane.
Mysterious Mumbo micron meanders most monochrome mornings
Merry Mickey monster makes mentionable mackerel marmalade
Michigans maleficent mayor maimed Mrs.Maryjane May Marlow
Mumbling meager monarch mumbles making Muncie memorable
Minute minions marched missing marshmallow marsh
Montana mistresses mixed millions, mincing megaphones
Marvelous misguided monkeys mimed minutemen,
Milly mistakenly met misogynist men making mincemeat
Marty’s munchable muffins mysteriously melted
Mystical memories mischievously met Merry Mickey
Missouri's mania maybe mystifying many Minnesotans
Moppish meanies mislaid miniscule Mississippi maps
The green
that makes the world go round
that makes it all good
and right
at the same time
that makes it so you feel no pain
but you dont deal either
just go through life in a daze
and thats how you want to spend your days?
in high and a haze
not living life
making excuses
for getting that high
that you dont need
you have other ways
but you would rather get that high
even though your not addicted
no not at all
you can quit anytime you say
ok that'll be the day
you rely too much
on it making everything ok
so you can do it by yourself
no your not addicted no
no one can get addicted
ok you go get your high
and ill go live my life
you wanna be that way
all you care about is the high
it dont make the pain go away
just pushes it aside for awhile
well you have fun with your maryjane
im done trying
To be high
aaah
what a joy!
To float
on cotton candy clouds,
speak with fairies,
laugh with elves ...
laughing babies.
To be high
aaah
its alright if their high
is not your high.
Action on skis
up a hill,
jazz climbs
into muscles
voices are loose
(not uptight).
Solitude becomes
beauty
to create.
To be high
aaah
what a joy!
To float forever and ever
and never
become
no more nothing
but
high.
M-irthful
A-crostic
R-eactivates
Y-our
J-oy
A-nd
N-ice
E-motion
B-y
A-dvancing
R-ighteous
C-heerful
E-xpression
L-etting
L-ine
A-bout
N-ame
O-perates
Topic: Birthday of Maryjane Barcellano (June 17)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic