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Cigars and Tree

Feeling as if you’ve been kicked in the nuts with a golf shoe is similar to being ghosted by someone with you had a connection. By someone that listened. I blame myself for these feelings and for having unwarranted expectations. I blame myself for this false feeling of rejection.
In the room, smoke gathers, thick as

Categories: cigars, anxiety, emotions, environment, how
Form: Rhyme

Superman Comics, Cuban Cigars

   Five-and-Ten, a ‘Mom-and-Pop’
      just down the road
   Ye olde-fashioned ice cream shoppe

   Round the corner a little bit
      an old barber’s pole
   Enjoy the flavor of candy-cane wit

   Near the station, a musty news-stand

Categories: cigars, america, memory, nostalgia, old,
Form: Rhyme

Cigars and Beers

Cigars and beers must be something
They take you to late parties and random kissing
Bad urges in mind must be enticing 
They take you to parking lots and secret meeting

Maybe it’s fun to laugh around while you’re wasting
Your life must be too hard and pretty boring
For there is too much drink to chug while ghosting
Are coffee

Categories: cigars, lost love,
Form: Rhyme

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

Christmas Cigars

Everyone voted Mrs. Garret’s tree as the best Christmas display in the village. Which was surprising in a way, as she was not really a local. 

Richard Garret, her husband, was not a man to be trifled with. Mrs. Garret had to acquiesce to his demands or else. She dared not divorce him despite his

Categories: cigars, christmas, conflict,
Form: Narrative

Swedish Saga

Swesish Saga

Gerda left Sweden with an odd liking for turnips.
She claimed hard labor ruined her hands.
She hated her father.
Fritchof walked like an ex-sailor.
He had a vein-blue tattoo on his left hand.
He once sailed the Red Sea and grew a mustache.

They met in Vancouver. A brown wedding oval preserves
her stiff upper lip, his doubting earnestness.
She made

Categories: cigars, bible, christian, death, marriage,
Form: Verse

Where Are the Cigars

Mike Brown
Shot down

Categories: cigars, farewell,
Form: Footle

Cigars

Ah! There is nothing, nothing that adds to a gentleman's persona,
Like that of fashionably sporting and puffing a five-dollar Corona!
With a cigar in his jowls, he can socialize with disdainful pretense!
Clad in his ten-dollar Goodwill suit, he exudes tawdry opulence!

What better way at the end of a sumptuous repast,
And after the snifters of brandy have

Categories: cigars, funny,
Form: Rhyme