Best Reefer Poems
"Monday Dreadful Monday"
Most people are terrified of its presence
Only this moment can be the most hated
No more time for r&r....that's reefer and rum
Damn it....if he even looks at me I will need to find some new religion
And it's not even football season yet
Y did i even set the alarm clock....somebody make it STOPPPP!!!!
Do you watch the morning news
Reality check, why can't I find my shoes
Enter me back to the world where I must follow rules
Are there any sane people who don't think Trump is a fool
Dare I say that he is the biggest tool
First of all, his toupee ain't close to cool
Under his direction, we are fed a bull's stool
Like it or not, those IDIOTS elected a goule
Man, many make more mistakes
Only original ordinary organs orchestrate obediance
Nothing necessary needs new nihilism
Don't demand daily dreadful decisions
And are all actions appropriately and angrily aimed at apocolypse
Yes, you yearn yearly yet Yahweh yells yin young yang
July 30, 2018
11/30/16
That girl is an over achiever
And avid reader
That girl is a real brainteaser
Yet a true pleaser
That girl had a golden retriever
And a house with multiple bird feeders
That girl yeah she's a high speeder
The music always coming out loud from the speaker
That girl follows her own procedure and not the leader
She's a good teacher
That girl is a talented weaver
And familiar with using beakers
That girl can cook off the meter
Perfect balance of being spicy or sweeter
That girl wasn't eager, she has a wise demeanor
And works where fields are greener
That girl is an excellent cleaner
And she has family that works for Stanley Steemer
That girl burns reefer
And she is quite the sleeper
That girl wears either
Flashy shoes or sneakers
That girl lives by a lot of trees that are cedar
And wild creatures
That girl likes coffee with creamer
And she is not a picky eater
That girl is more than a dreamer
She does it in person whether or not you believe her
That girl can have a heart colder than a freezer
If you ever try to deceive her
That girl I've met and seen her
That girl she a keeper
That girl is more nimble than a ballerina
And more athletic than Venus or Serena
She doesn't rely on having to need a
Visa
She's a diva
Mama Mia!
She can sing as beautiful as aaliyah
Know's how to cook a pizza and damn good fajita
Familiar with herbs and spices including paprika
It's like eureka!
By: Dalton Ogletree
A gift from a stranger, his name is Reefer;
we know right away that he's a keeper.
We re-name him Rugby so as not to confuse;
his condition suggests that he's been abused.
Anticipating a squabble, we bring in the cat;
he sprawls and yawns, refused to combat.
He never barks, he doesn't bite or growl;
until the cat decides to eat from his bowl.
Rugby walks behind her, emits one deep Woof;
Tricia jumps straight up, leaves with no reproof.
They co-exist peacefully, eat with never a tiff;
they need no policing, if you catch my drift.
I am outside the circle of sex. Just as well. Population control,
the biome's survival instinct. Or I'm old. Look
in mirror, skin over bones. Young girls
on bicycles, running, have that granddaughterly smile for me,
all is safe, well. Much is well.
The neighborhood safe,
the nation a non-violent helpmate among nations. Until
food shortages, weather crises, nuclear mischief apply.
Police patrols. I was proud of Massachusetts
voting to decriminalize reefer. Let's go all the way:
free all non-violent offenders from their cells! Force police
out of cruisers to walk the streets and say hello.
What else can we try:
Open the border with Mexico. Let labor
flow like capital.
What has this to do with the self,
the temperamental, fragile self. The one that leaves no footprint
in eternity. No smell.
"What are you doing here?"
"I'm standing here."
"Can't you read? It says no loitering!"
"I'm not loitering, I'm standing."
"Standing is loitering!"
"Can I sit on the ground then?"
"No! Get out of here!"
"Can I finish the hardboiled egg I bought in the Mart first?"
"No, f*ck you, that didn't buy rent for a place to stand!"
"Why are you so mean?"
"Why are you still loitering!"
"Wait, wait, let me check the dictionary on my i-phone. Hmm. It says here 'Loitering: To travel indolently and with frequent pauses.' Okay then, I won't loiter, I'll just stand here."
"Wait yourself! I've got an i-phone too. Hey! That wasn't the only meaning. It says, 'Loitering, to stand idly without apparent purpose.' So there! Skiddaddle!"
"But I do have a purpose, a major purpose."
"What purpose is that?"
"Soon as you walk away I'm gonna smoke a reefer. Maybe a crackpipe. Maybe mainline some horse, haven't decided. Pretty big purpose if you ask me!"
"You can't do drugs here."
"I'm not doing drugs."
"You said you were going to!"
"You said I needed a purpose to stand here. I guess my purpose could be to chuck rocks through the windows."
"I'm calling the cops!"
"You do that. I'll tell them you've had your pecker hanging out this whole time."
Dont take this reefer for loss of attention, I still smoke and will choke any sign of depression, especially from the infected interjections of peasants, leave you connected to levels of reality unexpected.. from your own simple minded world, your still worried about yourself and the next easy ****ed girl, that shits basic, we got over that way in eighth grade its not adjacent to the path we choose now, and if greed and fame's your choice you lose now. But see the real didn't die with biggie, he didn't say **** you and eat *****to the devil did he?
Nah that was tupac he clearly revealed he never sold his soul, dude lived FREE so his STYLE never got old and in fact he'll never die for we'll remain.. still fighting evil but were claimed insane. So next time you fin yourself lost in a freestyle, wonder why your mind wont deliver freely maybe its "cleaned" child.. from the washing the same rappers you idolize use to get richer, whys drake work with "negatives" to see a "better" picture? im ****in finished, this pun or any other probably wont diminish but at least give me strength like popeyes green spinach
cuz...well...this cerebral cortex lacks
ability to comprehend anything
more complex than playing jacks
aware his severe cognitive ability hacks
away at such juvenile gibberish
and most likely exacts
a prediction my intelligence
on par with bracts
very much aware that
without recourse to contrivances
delineating the passage of time,
wherever said out
standing invisible essence
which moments lapse just now ago
Now!
no just a moment ago Yaw
that, this or another instant
did without so much as a wow
lapse, and lucky
21st *****Sapiens to vow
and lay claim thee or thou
aware the amorphous ether
one can reefer as a sow
or any other animate or
inanimate direct or indirect object re:
yule lie zing
any analogy, metaphor, simile,
et cetera a poor substitute to pre
sent every second, minute,
hour...that doth nee
dull our attention akin
to banshees, or comparison
to something else
totally tubularly off the wall lee
ving without a trace
only prompt a feeble yet apropos je
ne sais quois, yet even then any primate a he
than (if individual couched in this free
to believe in any religion country, and cre
may shun versus burial predicated
adherence to idea of a soul aie...aye
how write with frustration struggle to affix bye
and bye, some nebulous notion, that doth defy
tis a futile effort to codify, fortify,
identify abstract concepts, whose high
arc key eludes pinpointing a per jai
guru dev, place or thing (ha)...
A Poem For The Erudite, it sure will be hot
Take the time out to listen, rubbish it's not
Straight from the life of a perspicacious young man
Try and comprehend it...I sure hope you can
There's a lot I can tell you, but I'll make it laconic
Words to astound/it works like a tonic
But, it all isn't good, I'm sure you'll agree
I robbed to support crack, went on a spree
Nonetheless, I must tell you about erstwhile things
About Cause and "Affect" and what it all brings
It started with punishment and led to abuse
Stomped, punched, and kicked like a piece of refuse
That was at home, a total nightmare
Told my story to many, few seemed to care
Yet, at school it was different, oui, au contraire
There were many happy times, but, in all they were rare
Still, to escape from my father, a partial reprieve
An escape so traumatic, you can hardly conceive
Fascinated by study, entwined in my thought
Trying to achieve, Knowledge I sought...
Then came junior high school, another hill to climb
Still, being abused....now etched deep in my mind
Then came the reefer, then came the coke
Life became heavy/like being grasped with a choke
Playing hooky from school to hang on "The Deuce"
Leaving sadness behind/youth on the loose
Coming home at all hours, high on the drugs
Fending off admonishment/not verbally/with shrugs
Now, we come to part of my Crack addiction
On a mission to " Scotty"/incarceration/great friction
On a mission nuff years, retaining intelligent potential
Well, I couldn't lose everything, the mind is essential
But, through all this in prison, you can't know my chagrin
For nothing egregious/no unredeemable sin
But, remember I told you about Cause and Affect?
Recalled in my poem, I helped you reflect
Being abused was profound, a real heartache
There were many times I thought, my life I would take
But, instead I turned to crack/searching in vain
I know to crack you say/how gravely inane
Yet, there's a moral to this story/my life in review
I was abused and kicked crack....and you can kick too
How to break an addiction. Decide to live.
What can I learn from my pain. Danger.
And friends are merely friendly, live on independent
of your injury. You will not be missed in church on Sunday.
Grass. Weed, broccoli, burrito, stink, pot, skunk.
I'm talking blue grama, upland bent, smooth brome,
riverside panic, wild rye, fowl meadow, spike muhly,
sweet vernal, salt marsh, bristly foxtail, little bluestem.
Reefer is unhealthy, opens lesions in the brain,
wormholes into hell, yet should be legal. I'll vote that way.
It may ease the pathos into non-existence
well as meditation, bird watching, last will and testament.
Each joint hurts, rib joints, spine joints, skull plate joints.
The head and hip and heart will hurt, all three.
Insomniac I like the way bones crack and clack like
wooden wind chimes, an untuned piano, a tree rack of wornout shoes.
Never forget, the mind is the body paying attention
to what it's doing. Without that connection, each finger bent
or toe smashed is just added to the collection
of anonymous body parts of holocaust victims
in their mass graves. Better when every life saved
or lost is a front page story, an illusion of shared
sacrifice or joy, but that expresses only the surface
of our emotions. I'm mostly relieved to have survived.
There is a plant that is making the news...
It has so many names, you might be confused...
Mj , hashish, pot, reefer and weed...
Just to name a few and it grows from a seed...
A drug that’s been illegal for many years...
And when mentioned put’s fear in a parents ears...
There was a President, however, that stated he...
Lit up once , not thinking you see...
Tried it in college...but never inhaled...
Lucky for him, no one ever blackmailed...
So for a number of years , it has been Taboo...
To smoke this plant , and if anyone knew...
You might lose your standing in the community...
However, now it’s up to the government you see...
To pass a bill for you and me...
So we can smoke it as we wish...
Alas...it would become a legal “ fetish “....
Afghan Afghan wearing an Afghan
leg lifted high
a pissious 88 salute
and drenching thirsty
cactus masses
with needle arms
these masses
drooling acids
crass bands
of bandit masses
and the temperature over 140 degrees
erect hands
linger longingly
pining for more
opiated oblivion
opinions like onions
like reefer smoke weaving
inhalation-pant-breathing
half assed flags
and children try on roles
like play clothes
orphan, mourner,
time traveller
instant age
in the era of youth
exfoliators for sporeous pores
-swapping wives instead of recipes now
-foot taps not door raps in bathrooms now
-teachers teach sex ed with homework now
a world strong enough
to school us weekly
as we are fed weakly
we murder it
by not living Taliban-tech levels
but being regurgitated
Romans we
eating to excess
drinking more
sexing children
losing mores
we will circle coriolis
bring enemies in among us
and embrace
this pieceful islam of Religion
and die
one by one
as a people
who refused a Good God
will never take a violent god
and obssessed
with libertine dash liberty
will die
one
by
one
stoned, jaw dropping walldrops,
like head drops
in soccer stadiums
smile
this is your life
(but try not to get any turf in your teeth)
Milo and Me raised by Mom and Dad, in that small mountain town-
A little more than 66 miles from Albany.
Dad and Mom faithfully provided their best for Milo and Me.
Yes-it would have been better if we had been sustained-
by some rich family.
Most things that happened on that street have NEVER been spoken of-
by Milo and Me. To painful, to dreadful and DARK, even for the Spirituous heart.
I guess we made an unspoken pact, between Milo and Me, to-
Never, Reveal what took place on that mystifying,Non-illuminated, Murky Street.
You see for Milo and Me--we always knew of HIS Devine Majesty.
Tales have been told and fabrication declared- to even the most paramount.
But--for Me and Milo- we always knew of GODS providence.
We knew- that someday, HE would overtake the misery-
that happened about 66 miles from Albany-on that Street.
For Milo, he went into some Rehab--you see?
Somewhere Near Albany. For Me, got married a second time to a wife-- and had a family.
I guess this is where Milo and Me, took different paths into life- or it seemed.
I definitely miss Milo and those GLORY days of our youth-
all the beer and reefer parties, can’t you see?
On an old abandon meadow and STREET called Solders Field-- is where we partied.
Only GOD and the few that were there in those days would know
what Milo and ME did on--THAT STREET!
Tales have been told and fabrication declared--But--I will leave it to that.
This re-memorable time I will never forget.
I lasted a short moment-- maybe a week at best.
Then it came to pass for Milo and Me, to part life’s path-
with seemed repeatedly. For Me and my family, we stayed and lived in
that Historic Town-just about 55 miles from Albany.
So-- once again- let Me take you to the end of this story.
We will travel by a make-believe time machine.
Close your eyes- Close your eyes- so you can’t see.
Fast forward we go to the year 2010- now you may see!
But-- for Me still there-just 55 miles from Albany.
I have most assuredly miss Milo, after all, it’s been ten years-
can’t you see? I miss him as one of our family, even though he marched so far away-
into some foreign state. Milo, Milo--- wherever you are, I will always remember you-
-just as you were.
By :REV, Dr. MEW/WEM/EMW
~ CONFUSED MALE CANARY ~
There once was a confused male canary
Who fancied himself a real cute faerie
He found a male friend
Peered in his rear end
Pulled out a note: "Hi, My name's Mary."
~ POOR KITTEN NAMED **** ~
Sue took in a poor kitten she named ****
Showed her a reefer, some really good stuff
**** whipped out a badge
Inscribed with this adage
You were busted when you took your first puff
Motorbikes are not allowed
Out here where people stroll.
Smoking’s not permitted, either;
Fresh air is the goal.
Blasting music’s also banned
So peace can be enjoyed,
Which is why, right here and now,
I’m feeling so annoyed.
A motorcycle zipped on past
And stopped one bench away.
Two guys got off and took a seat;
There’s nothing I can say.
Their music’s loud, their reefer stinks;
They’re coughing up a storm.
Behavior such as this is not,
Around here, quite the norm.
Yet lately I’ve been witness to
Obnoxiousness galore
And it appears that lawlessness
Will happen more and more.
What’s not allowed is just a phrase;
It doesn’t mean a thing,
For nowadays it seems to me
Offensiveness is king.
just sidestep through the ether,
sucking on a bong or reefer,
till you reach the land of sweet forget me not,
see the shades and ghosties shiver,
crossing the styx ole man river,
remembering sometimes,
is forgot?
Don
thank you Dr Ram great poem.
"The Twin Worlds"