Long Stoned Poems

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Stoned In School

You’re teaching a class
And in someone barges.
You want to protect
Both yourself and your charges.

So what do you do?
Grab your bucket of stones
And soon the intruder’s 
A bucket of bones.

Your students can help
If they each grab a rock,
Assuming they aren’t
Immobile with shock.

Just think how effective
Such tactics can be!
We all can join in
On a stone-throwing spree!

Of course, if the trespasser’s
Wielding a gun,
The pupils (and you)
Might be tempted to run.

For certainly studies
(Most likely) have shown
A bullet’s more lethal
Than any thrown-stone.

And let’s not forget
There’s a lot here at stake.
An innocent guest
Could be stoned by mistake.

This foolish idea
A school district condoned.
Makes me wonder if they
Were in other ways stoned.
Form: Rhyme


The Bullets In The Poet

A child is born,
Unknown to the gentle and harsh winds of the present.
She is loved,
She is cared, 
She is smiled upon.
She crawled the floor we stepped on,
She walked the grass we trampled on,
She did not wonder why,
Yet. 

She learned her words,
She looked around her and asked questions,
She needed answers from the ones who love her,
She needed to know why.

She was heard.
She was answered not.
She wondered more.

She grew stronger every day. 
She learned more words.
She learned a different way to crawl.
She learned another way to walk. 
She learned the answers to her questions. 

She learned to write. 
She learned how words are not just words to speak.
She learned the power one holds in them.
She learned the ways to hid what she wants for not all to know. 
She now understands. 

The Poet now swims the ocean many has drowned. 
She sleeps at night wondering if there is another day. 
She now walks a thorned road. 
She now speaks the language of many. 
She writes more and stoned more. 
She burned pages of the false. 
She made new pages of the untold stories. 

She heard them and sang their songs. 
She danced to their tunes. 
She carried with her the bullets for them. 
She echoed their nightmares. 

The Poet now walks alone.
She too was shattered. 
She could no longer walk. 
She could no longer sing. 
Their songs danced the Poet to her rest. 
She carried with her in her sleep their bullets. 
And echoed words are now burning alive in them.

Premium Member The Stoner

I was sitting on the corner, stoned 
When out of the blue, my dead aunt phoned 
How could this be, she rests in peace 
Right beside my loving niece
 
I answered the phone, and my auntie said 
"I know you think that I am dead"  
"I'm alive"- my auntie moaned 
Or- could it be that you're just- "Stoned" by Charles Messina 

Niece Alice bakes brownies with magic herbs                        
She uses rich chocolate, and flour, two thirds
Before Auntie June gets out of bed                                             
Alice feeds the cat and minds his head                                                                       

She shared a snack and laugh with you
And now you’re happy and Auntie June is too
When auntie asks why your eyes grow and grow
You say “Go ask Alice, I think she’ll know”
© I Am Anaya  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

It's Okay

It's okay to say out loud that you are God,
for there is no we.
You may however be vilified or stoned to death!

Now that you have realized this truth
it's okay to fall back into the illusion;
that thought matrix of our collective agreements.

However you are not more holy or more enlightened
than any higher ape or dog.
You just know that there is only you,
only One Consciousness.

Then you can rejoin the illusion of 'we'
make it your playground,
get happy or sad about all the stuff
everyone else gets happy or sad about.

When you are truly alone
you will know you are not alone
for you do not exist
in any ultimate sense.

So it’s okay to know that you are God,
God experiencing you
and that is quite a cool thing to know
isn't it?

February to April

February fourth, slumped and stoned
your face, again lit up my phone
not even a month and you were in my home
why did I start to miss being alone?

We tried to take each other out
every word, I’d choke from doubt
this was not really meant for me 
rose red colours were all you could see.

You planned our future down to our fridge 
as we walked across the bridge 
my head was loud and so unsure
that you would want this, if you knew more

because 
I wasn’t all that well, didn’t mean to cast a spell
you’d have me cursing my own wishing well.

Those days were endless 
there was no cheat
for such a loveless pain,
I could barely eat
there were tears and there was fear 
because my life had ended up here.

So I had to tell you, when April came
I was reeling, nearly insane
and it probably felt like I’d played a game 
but I owed you the truth, I owed you the pain. 

We never spoke, not one more time 
the months flew by, I would feel fine 
you did nothing wrong, I hope you know
my head was the reason I had to go.

All my muses have become my bruises
but you’re not a wound I wear.


Premium Member Oblivion

Oh, what a strange yet seemingly typical phenomenon it is these days
But hearing of folks sinking into a state of forgetfulness -
Lying on their beds or in the public streets, drunk or stoned out of their minds.
It is most unfortunate that so many people today wish to
Vanish themselves from the world and bury themselves
In deliberate ignorance, unmindfulness, unawareness,
Or even complete unconsciousness to escape their miserable circumstances.
Nobody is meant to be perpetually oblivious unless they're in an actual coma!

March 25, 2023
for Writing Challenge - 'O' Words Poetry Contest 
Sponsor: Constance La France
Form: Acrostic

Premium Member The Stoner

I was sitting on the corner, stoned 
When out of the blue, my dead aunt phoned 
How could this be, she rests in peace 
Right beside my loving niece 

I answered the phone, and my auntie said 
"I know you think that I am dead" 
"I'm alive"- my auntie moaned 
Or- could it be that you're just- "Stoned"


"Whoa", I said, clearing out some phlegm,
"you must be my dear Auntie Em,
and this can't be Kansas anymore".
(Munchkin sounds were too hard to ignore.) 

"Blasted, Tom, I am your own Aunt Polly. 
Do your chores. Forget your childish folly, 
and, you varmint, if you'll allow me, 
you ain't supposed to eat my brownie".
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member The Castle of Sand, Lyrics

This is what some will say 
You’ve crossed the line. Time out 
You’re rejected from the game  
You’re not coming back. So go hit the showers
Once cherished, baptized, and sublime 
Asinine. Never enough iodine. Guilty 
Now crowned in your sins  
Stoned concubine. The shamed bovine  

 I built a castle by the sea
With towers tall and proud as me
The moat was deep, the gate was wide
And seashell flags stood side by side

But when the tide crept up at last
It bowed before my fortress fast
Then swept it down with foamy hand
My kingdom gone, returned to sand

You’re sweaty. You're filthy  
You crossed the line. Go hit the showers 
Submerged from the weight of the world  
Drunk on the blood of the wine  
End of the game.  It's not even halftime 
The filthy crime. The shamed headline  
Once cherished, There's no room available  
The game is over. You’re out. You've crossed the line   

 I built a castle by the sea
With towers tall and proud as me
The moat was deep, the gate was wide
And seashell flags stood side by side

But when the tide crept up at last
It bowed before my fortress fast
Then swept it down with foamy hand
My kingdom gone, returned to sand

Not worth a dime. Stole from the altar's wine
Combine, the fowl and swine wine and dine
Frankenstein shrine. You're out. Go resign 
You’ve crossed the line. You’ve crossed the line 
This is what some will say

I built a castle by the sea
With towers tall and proud as me
The moat was deep, the gate was wide
And seashell flags stood side by side

But when the tide crept up at last
It bowed before my fortress fast
Then swept it down with foamy hand
My kingdom gone, returned to sand

Yet still I smiled, and made a vow
I’ll build another, better now
For dreams, like castles by the sea
May fall but rise again with me

But when the tide crept up at last
It bowed before my fortress fast
Then swept it down with foamy hand
My kingdom gone
returned to sand

Yet still I smiled, and made a vow
I’ll build another, better now
For dreams, like castles by the sea
They crumbles now, but wait and see 
I'll build again more faithfully

Oooooohhhhooooohh
I'll build again more faithfully
© G. Jay  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Lyric

Premium Member Fish and Tablets

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like  Moses, the king of rods and storms
I once displayed my best fishing forms
       sleek boat started to leak
       the hooks went on a freak…
and landed in a field of dead worms

to save face, I  hanged on a palm tree
holding two stoned tablets for last spree
    fish and mollusks sneered
    as sea creatures cheered…
till I roared… and parted the red sea!




            ©

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*one of the commandments of the tablets read:
“ Thou shalt not laugh at neighbor’s foolish failed attempts..” :)


--- for John Moses Freeman's " Fishing Limericks"
     and now, PD's Limerick Fu 
  
     by nette onclaud,
Form: Limerick

Nothing More

Cornered an eye, felt a sense of rushed dew
Seen a twist of nothing but drawn tears of blue
Looking back not knowing where and how it ended
Life as we know, surprises here and there..now and then.

An unexpected turn, flows of a touched radiant cold
Beneath each surface, once furnished catch of the told
There lay a stare of the once known bold
Screaming an unheard scream of the very old.

What seemed to be walking down the street
Turned to a burst of a painful, silent beat
The rush of a panic, stoned the heart of an elite
Time now took the moment to bleat.

And to end this story, one must share
What was seen and heard of the bursting flare
The cry of the never knowing despair
A shame to not remember the once known glare.
Form: Rhyme

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