Long Zippo Poems

Blind Date

I went on a blind date, to support my best mate
Who assured me my girl would be awesome,
But the girl he admired it later transpired,
Said she'd only go out in a foursome.

So with oodles...

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Leaning On a Stone

I was afraid of gaining weight, so I kept on puffing my cigarettes. Filling my lungs, holding that drag as long as I could. I liked that feeling deep in my chest....

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Seeing the name on a gravestone grey
Wishing you had more positive things to say
The wind throws you around like a prized fighter
Rambling off quotes from your favourite writer 
Always a cliffhanger, a wanting of something...

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 November 21, 1963                               ...

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The Last Smoke

    
by Edmund Siejka


I miss cigarettes
Gave them up forty years ago
Holding one in my hand
Wine glass nearby
Made me look sophisticated
Like someone
Who knew the world.

The best cigarette was after dinner
Full stomach
Chair...

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[Youtube clip attached as the source of my ‘copper through your
letter box line... and because I just love the song!]

Don’t slap a copper with a kipper
Don’t catch your todger in your zipper
Don’t put the peas...

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I used to be a zippo 
with a wondrous flame, 
mesmerizing many men 
mending my path to fame. 
  
But with every flip and every trick 
my liquid flame trickled slowly away. 
Hinges would...

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My Grandfather was a Sage-Burner.  
He would light the dry twisted grass with a Zippo. 
It was chromed, silver and read; "Live to ride.  Ride to Live."  

The sage would spark and...

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My uncle took me fishing.
He’d smoke his favorite briar
Stuffing the cherry blend in with stubby
Welsh fingers more suitable for digging coal,
Than compacting mulched tobacco leaves.

A line taut between his index finger and his thumb,
He took...

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Following the devastating war
between the big nosed people
and the large eared folks,
reparations and reconstruction
were sorely needed.
Both sides poured billions of dollars
into each other to rebuild
all the stuff that had been
knocked down and flattened.

The money flowed...

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Fishing with Dynamite
Boom! goes the dynamite as we fish for fish
No line, net or hook needed
Just a few sticks of dynamite and a Zippo
Light the stick and toss it in
Wait a few seconds and Boom!
There’s...

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No it's not anything you may be thinking of
it's in fact a very unknown thing because
you see I have a friend Nick 
and he felt a little sick
and he grew tired of organized crime
so I...

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I have a personlized Zippe lighter- and it is quite unique
Has cyanide capsules attached
For those dummies that so seek
to die in pain, to grasp for air
And are in a hurry too...
They say when you take...

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I have been technically dead 
and technically alive.
Escape clause, minor glitch
in my truth-machine,
but a kind of life does occasionally permeate
my real life.

I like the click and clunk of a well-made 
flint ignition petroleum lighter.
‘Zippo’ light...

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Mumbo gumbo's

blind faith

deepening cynicism

in metaphorical

meaninglessness

of judicious social

twaddle's protocol,

they ask, “have you

found Jesus yet??”

'I hadn't a figgy scooby doo

he was lost...'

nothing happens

for a reason

aside from the seasons - -

children starving,

wars in the name

of ungodly religions,

poverty

exponentially rising,

mother...

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Soldiers sent to Vietnam
Were oftentimes equipped
With Zippo lighters they’d engraved
And in their pockets slipped.

The sayings varied. Some were fun,
Irreverent or wise.
Each reflected feelings
Of those most unlucky guys.

I guess they’d hoped to leave behind
(If they did...

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Where have the matchstick men and women gone,
they used to walk home from the smoky factories
just to light up?
Where has the Pork Pie hat flown to?
Even the birds chirrup less sweetly,
Is it because my shoes...

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Drew the short straw, I always do.
Got the 2am stag, out there in the cold
Freezing my rocks, cold through my socks,
Dare I have a fag, no one will see,
Just about to flick me Zippo,
A voice...

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Pens, and pen knives,
minor gadgets and gizmos,
chopsticks
old zippo lighters,
motheaten books
that crumble an old-fashioned wisdom
into the mush of a quaint twaddle,
words to muddle over
on a day locked into a raincloud.

He collected all sorts -
mostly useless things,
mostly...

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Over powered
and sat upon by he who was not my father.

The zippo lighter not my friend as he would
burn my fingers.
Autism,
made the pain I felt, so much, so much sharper.

The buckles of the belts always...

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