Best Tobacco Poems

Within the frame a sepia scene
a dusty porch   a rickety chair   
the fabric of your dusky face creased
with ceaseless sunbaked woes
your...

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Metallic city howls like a wounded animal
scraped by nocturnal vigils
of grandchildren and elders
emaciated like tuberculosis lungs
gasping from chug-chugs of tobacco soot...
and the face of a...

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Ghosts of the Sun Dance

1. The Path

A quest dating back through our history
Surpassing the flesh, a spiritual path
Human endurance, road to mystery
Dark trail winding through...

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Going wild about Clare 

     Where hills lay barren, and bedrock’s stripped bare
        ...

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It has stood for decades along the county gravel road.
Skittering mice and barn owls now call it their abode.

What was once a stately building is...

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I hope your holiday has been a good one.
Apparently there's been lots of sunshine
and that pool is very big and very blue. 
And you look...

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I was just sitting there writing when I saw her stroll in,  
I wasn’t alone, all eyes followed those curves sashaying 
as if she...

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Let me begin by saying that I'm so very sorry
but if I don't kill you, you're going to kill me.
I wish there was another way...

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Grandpa

a kind face
 
skin leathery and creased from years of working in the sun
 
long jowls like a basset hounds
 
sad droplet eyes
 
always a...

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Where Is Your Mind?

Where is your mind?
Is it way out there in the clouds of smoking cigarettes and cigars?
Is it way out there in the...

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When I need an uplift for my weary soul and to clear my muddled mind.
I slowly cruise along a country road to see what treasures...

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Poet:  Ken Jordan 
Poem:  One Knee 
Edited by:  Sparkle Jordan 
written:  September 2017


One Knee

Yes, I kneel down on one knee 
damn...

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Wobbly bits , Hairy bits and dangly bits galore
So if you're feeling squeamish
Draw your curtains and lock the door
For today is the day in Yorkshire...

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Oh beautiful Gypsy,
I see you there, in amber campfire mist.
On the banks of a crystalline pool, a bronze skinned lovely moving with intoxicating rhythm to...

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Dr. Seuss-style-Mister Obama Please Tax The Rich Man!


Mister Obama please tax the rich man!
The cost's are up.
The pay is down.
Tax.
TAX!
All over town.
There is tax on...

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