Passion purple poppies now the world spins
Smokey Sativa surrounds the air breathed within
Yellows, blues, and reds are popping everywhere
Color changing cosmos are colliding in mid-air
Hullicinations of happiness on a pscyhedelic trip
Encased in ecstasy floating, sailing without a ship
DMT mathematically the genius you can't avoid
Energized emotions build up like on steroids
LSD pictures so artfully displayed everywhere
Isotropics help to be alert for on a trip you must beware
Color perfect, orgasmic, psychedelic beauty in the air
Categories:
sativa, allusion, beauty, color, drug,
Form: Acrostic
(Tweedle Dee & Tweedle Delight)
I used to feel disjointed and frazzled.
Now all my connections are fine.
I have a red headed girl with my coffee,
And a strawberry blond with my wine.
I harbor twin sisters I treat as my guests.
They honor me favors and grant my requests.
It’s not as perverse as the telling suggests.
We work on avoiding estrangement.
I have the outgoing one in the morning,
Her love is spirited and strong,
And make the shyer one mine in the evening.
I take the lead and she follows along.
I shack with twin sisters who service my needs
With purposeful actions and merciful deeds.
They dance for me nude and get down in the weeds.
It’s a mutually helpful arrangement.
THIS SPACE RESERVED FOR
SATIVA & INDICA GREENWEED
Categories:
sativa, allegory, health, how i
Form: Burlesque
Cannabis sativa decreed
But people like to call it, "weed"
It smokes so hot
Some call it "pot"
And I know where your dog just peed
Categories:
sativa, giggle,
Form: Limerick
Grandma’s aches affected her sleep;
She often made the help weep.
But at least she was regal -
Until pot was made legal.
She ditched Big Pharma
And moved to California
Now she takes pot
For every ailment she’s got
Indica for sciatica
CBD oil for inner turmoil
On sativa she’s a diva;
says it helps her creativity –
now she’s writing poetry
Free of arthritis and bursitis
Her new mood delights us
Always totally mellow
No longer acid to any fellow
She’ll take a toke
From any bloke
And always wants to munch -
All day long it’s brunch
Her perm’s turned to dreads
Only weed in her flowerbeds
Gone are her pearls and wool suits
- Pasta Prego is in cahoots
When she walks through their door
The waiters give a roar
"Mangia mangia Granny Ganja!"
Still – she’s much nicer than before
Categories:
sativa, humorous,
Form: Rhyme
Dear Love
Your skin is dark crimson rose
That shines like a young sun
Your voice opens locked doors
Your passion is as huge as a baobab shadow
We are sweet seeds, stevia
And cannabis sativa
Yellow butterfly bush
Joined by glowing wings
You are golden marigold
Your eyes the color of a daisy
Even in our dark stage, we are crazy
Soul divers and rivers
We are sour preferred star fruits
Your kiss I have never tasted smell so sweet
And creates an entire globe
In my little world
You are angel
I am your heaven
And your man
© John Kazadi
Categories:
sativa, 10th grade, 12th grade,
Form: Ballad
Equus Ferus caballus bovinium
awing the Browsband, he sat upon the latigo Keeper
relevant scales
an occurance of a dynamic conjunction
the rhizosphere
in Gilib. He said!
sativa fabaceae and
Tataricicum
Fagopu esculentum
disentangle rhizosheric
those processes
Adda Aiia O' badia Obadiah!
he grinds the wheat to be meals
for the peoples!
biosphere, hydrosphere, pedoshere
sativa fabaceae, fagopyrum
tataricum
tataricum!
fagopu esculentum!
serendipitous
bovinious sandwichious, wheatous eatem's!
alpha draconis
bowich Chordata. The starched collar of my tuxedo shirt!
that these words are of the wheat
for the wheat
and buy the wheat!
the wheat for the peoples!
grind ye the wheat
to be flours for our bread
that the heels shall make sandwiches with bovine
Meatus yum-yum!
thank ye oh God of Harvest
the Sandwisch of Meatus!
the sounds of humming goodness!
he wears a tuxedo when he eats these fabulous burgers!
they are so scrumpsous!
,
thanketh thee!
Categories:
sativa, adventure, clothes, film, food,
Form: Cowboy Poetry
Four walls one couch
Four bros one pound
Dense smoke in this house
Light stoners start passing out
While real stoners laugh
Then roll more loud
Literally we're in a cloud
My thoughts end up in lost and found
If you got some cash
You can get some hash
If you got some cash
you'll smoke some dank
Categories:
sativa, celebration, rap,
Form: Lyric