Short Lighters Poems

LET IT SHINE

starshine of lighters
the crowd croons with synergy ~
concert of the world?

11/7/2017
Questionku...

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Their lighters

     allow me to smoke

  joints and cigarettes

that inspire depressing poetry

      written in their pens' ink,

which I cut myself to with

  their razors.

                         Thanks BIC!...

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cars, knives, building, planes, boats, pens, computers, soda pop,  lighters, money,
jewelery, tvs, tool, stoves, fridges, blenders, forks, spoons, guns, heater, ac, belts,
fans, canned food,  batterys,  toasters, washers, dryers........  

what do all these things have in common. it's truly unnatural....

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The concert began

We were in a world of animation

Our thoughts confused reality

Fans Clapped
Fingers dropped to the ground

Three fat girls giggled without sound

Eyes closed…
The band played as if they were on stage

Lighters lit we howled in hysterics

You were there…

We drove home in some Dad’s ’76 Seville

I own one now...

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War is upon us,
none wanted, yet all predicted.
Blast the TV faces,
Blast the gun-rich reapers.
Heavy the price - light the blasted child
the match lighters.

The conflict is here,
yet-not-yet do we fully flinch,
but give-way inch by inch,
behind the already blasted doors
of new lost freedoms.

Blast those we once trusted.
Blasted are the blasted,
all the blasted faces.
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Puff Puff The Dragon 
Let the Marlboro Cigarette Go
I Hate To See Your Lungs Drop Out  Of Your Chest
It's Already Bad Often Your Breath Smells Like A Hot Mess
Don't You Want To Live
Don't You Want To Be Cancer Free
Let It Go
Let It Go
Let Go Of The Marlboro Cigarette And Lighter 
So You Will Not Die


P.S. 
Say No To Cigarettes And Lighters
Say Yes To Life

By: Shaniki Smith
06-09-2016...

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A black powder 1868 colt revolver.
Dad’s rusty Buck knife.
A few old Zippo lighters.
Ivory figurines haggled over 
with an illicit trader in Shanghai,
same for a two hundred year old
silk rug never trod upon.
A tin box with a broken clasp
containing some things 
I cannot now speak of.
A few other keepsakes
that when I look at them
remind me of how I got here,
and how I sometimes
lost my place....

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The young starlet is sacrificed.
She is stark naked on a 20 foot
crucifix.
Piss streams
run down her thighs
and the wood.
Nails thick as cigarette lighters
are pounded through the bone.
Blood seeps to the surface
and stains her pasty, chalky skin.
Once vital hair
drapes down
over a low head.

Ecstatic apes,
also naked,
ranging in all ages, from the youngest
to the senior,
dance a mad dance in a circle
around the crucified dame
in a ceremony of grounding....

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