Long Ganja Poems

As winter hazes of January spraying
While I was meditating on how
To write this riveting poem which
Seemed to be for someone who
I never cast in my sight.
Despite her name is not an odd in me
But I...

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THE HURDLES: 

Explain this won't be a devour,
As all this while you considered a diva.
He'd set hurdles, Eva...
Which's breeding woes and fever.
I know you understand that's not trivial,
From the university of life, I have become...

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Us kids on the scrap heap estate, we were never going anywhere
poverty deprivation criminal activity was here to stay
Social Services, poor bastards, had no idea what to do
no, no one had a blasted clue
then, some...

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I never got to dance with Mary Jane
although I heard she sure knows how to swing!
She has a twin, and he is masculine;
he doesn’t have his sister’s magic powers,
her mystic way of calming people down
or...

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The Bad, The Ugly and The Good  (aka: Bad, Badder, Baddest)


The Bad
I am the gun-toting, God-fearing Ganja Gangsta.
I’ll smoke you, pray for you, then have my daily siesta!
I answer to no one, and fear...

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Hello intrepid reader of poetry. 
Nice of you to drop in. 
I would offer you a diet soda,
And a few tokes of the ganja out in the garage, 
but I am not there, and you...

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This 
life 
is 
Killing 
me, 
I 
hope 
it 
burries 
me 
soon.  
I 
cannot 
surrender, 
like 
a 
weary 
soldier 
in 
a 
platoon. 
Carry 
the 
moon, 
that 
is 
your 
burden 
forever,but 
you'll 
want 
to 
cast 
it...

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The element of water is much needed to survive, 
that's 2 parts hydric oxygen for breathing deep inside,

all scents of Mother Nature dwelling in between your 
thighs, with you I'm Maya Angelou, a touch and...

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I rose not like flower or like tree
Not like eagle's hubris in the sun
Old skin shed in the divided city
Last clone of a manhood almost done
      And so I tasted...

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The element of water is much needed to survive, 
that's 2 parts hydro oxygen for breathing deep inside, 
all scents of Mother Nature dwelling in between your thighs, 
with you I'm Maya Angelou, a touch...

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Uncle soldier Sammie
is too flashback	    far Saigon 
The bad memory withdrawals 
are too ganja gun smoke strong
So he pumps up the blame volume,
saying who’s dirty napalm wrong

He’s got a shaky second and...

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8/3/17
"


Dealt the hands of fate
A dollar short and day too late

Checkmate
Your ship is sank

Grab you by your cape
With haste
Then followed yellow tape
And not a single trace

Looked them in their face
Then put them in their place

Those...

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Reason number 1, your beauty hits me like a punch, 
I'm leaned against the ropes and passed out drunk, 
but that's whasup,

the Reasons 2-10, I just can't wait to meet again, I'll 
share my rigormorted...

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Began during wee hours
of December first
tooth house sand nineteen
steeply self immersed

within insomnia, hence
sudden creative cloud burst
fingers slower than
fleeting thoughts, I cursed
nonetheless stitched,

doctored and nursed
the following continued
hours later with pursed
lips seriously, silently, and soundly

trying to craft...

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While we sit with our coffee and poetry,
The Fear Frenzy Makers burn the midnight oil.
Digging up lies, just anything man!
To stuff up your brain like cement in a can.

They've succeeded in making you believe the
world...

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When I die will I have known I took a trip to Dubai?
Or when I once sailed along the Caspian Sea
Will that time and place remember me?
Will I have known I toured the African plain?
Or...

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The past sneers at me
Breaking open bottled up memories-
Of years of aimless wanderings,
Of days spent in unbridled passion,
The smell of cigarettes, ganja and beer
Wine and women, bet and gambling,
And the thrill of having won and...

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am I just wasting all my time,
walking the same old thin red line,
I have lost my way again,
trusting in un-trusting friends,
they tell me just to sit around,
until my callings finally found,
may it fall into my...

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Did you ever Roberto Nesto … the reggae maestro
Decorating rocks in the ghetto … children’s falsetto
Rising for liberation from tenures of poverty
Logwood lit from the shredded ash of ganja smoke
Rising to rinse the heart of...

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I wanna drink Tequila with some Mexicans
and smoke ganja with some Jamaicans
and get high

I wanna dance in Africa
and kiss the sun in the Serengeti 
and spend nights moon bathing in the sky

I wanna own the...

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His hair is alive,  
serpents writhing, a man Medusa of the tropics, 
as if he wore the demons 
of colonialism and injustice on his head, 
unforgetting,
a dung-brown-and-black hologram of 
the ganja-fueled reveries inside, 
the...

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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...

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Something about culture
Something deeper than root
Thicker than blood
More brutal than ancestry
Wriggling from the mud
Something inviolate
Absolutely unemancipating
Something the nomenclatured "badwud"
The aroma from the kitchen
Fresh herbs and logwood smoke
The crispy crunch of a delectable feast
Fried fish and...

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A true Walden pond,
Slashed roads that break beyond.
We light a Philly XL;
Cut and filled with ganja and ale.

Lack of concern,
No pity and no pain.
Lack of emotion,
What a laugh to call it 
   ...

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I am a witness, a living witness
Tell the Sanhedrin I have tongue for sale
For all evening
Through thunder, hail, and rain
I have seen her dancing
Like a mad woman in the streets
Celebrating her invisible jubilee
But did not...

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