Short Puff Poems
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Orange fat man said out loud
He doesn’t like men and how
Proud he was
Chest puffed up
As if he stars in explicit files
A powder puff moon
hangs in a languid sky
gathers stardust from the milky way
and airbrushes the faces of passing angels
She didn’t play poker so well.
Her bluff was as clear as a bell.
Her insides would quaver
So much that they gave her
A hell of a smell of a tell.
Power puff purr, rot in that iron bar,
Delusional deviant superstar,
You unforgivable creep,
Trafficking lives like a freak,
Hope the feds make you live in cracked glass jar.
Puff in, puff out
Smoke up, green shouts
Puff pass, pass puff
Fire lit, joint stuffed
Puff this, puff that
Lungs jump, heart laughs
Puff you, puff me
High skies, smooth dreams
Poof!
Disintegrated
Shattered expectations
Should have known
The clues were there
High hopes
All up in smoke
Exploding in thin air
Powder puff dreams
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
The very first puff at birth—
Unconsciously, I drew it in.
Neither death nor birth,
But existence itself.
In an instant, hunger and cold fade away,
For that primordial kiss was so sweet.
Politics
in Hyde Park
was at the end of a shtick
FDR’s mouthpiece
a cigarette holder
suspended over
his spinning wheels
Pearl Harbor
a puff of smoke
It was a new deal
It was big
The peace pipe
signaling
W A R
USA
evened the score
Puff Up, Inflate
One kind of pigeon,
one kind of snake,
as far as I know,
puff up, inflate.
There’s the bullfrog,
of course, and
peacocks have tails
so I tell my wife
what she already knows:
Once I become
whoever I am
then will
I love you.
Donal Mahoney
My mind hushed of its crowd of thoughts
The pains ive felt slowly strip away
Anger replaced with a numbing flay
Vision blurred with a cloud of smoke
Sailing me to the land of hope
Worries washed away
For now this is how I will spend my day
Spralled out on the couch,
Joint in my mouth
I've smoked Panama Red
And some Panama Gold
I've smoked Panama bought
And some Panama sold
I've choked down all the Brown
Coughing up an Owie!
I've Sparked life from fat bowels
Of sweet Maui Wowie
No Ghanja is better
No Sensi is sweeter
Friggin' THC count
'Soff the friggin' meter!
quit that smoke...
even that coke...
cause, if you got hook..
oh my!! take a look..
lungs will turn out black...
As health be on bad luck...
As problems starts to pact..
You'll need some bucks...
Either remain or stay away...
So you'll save another day...
To live a little bit longer...
Far from any trace of danger...
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
The day he could not find his snuff
Grandpa got out his iron cuff
Grandma brought him an omelet puff
Delightful, cheesy, with some fluff
I do not want to be so gruff,
Grandpa said in kind of a bluff.
But I have truly had enough
Of grandchildren taking all my stuff.
Grandma put down her foxy ****
Patted his hands. They were so rough.
I do not blame you for your huff.
Babysitting is rather tough.
.
i did
mine did
i
mine
came out roaring
with mine
mere dense
tramp
top mine
prey
Thump
Mine pounce
hern
mine
munge
Buhht nooo
'twuz mine purrr
mine lips
soft stuck
none no
fangz
yup
all pawz
no clawz
Oh, how I love a summer day
when I can go outside and play
with Puff, my dog, and Fluff, my cat-
who wait on the house steps or mat.
The flowers first, I have to tend;
must water them- their thirst to end
so they stay pretty- healthy too.
This is the first thing I must do.
And after that, when I am done
we play together and have fun!
I love how they both wait for me!
They make me happy as can be!
"Puff the magic dragon, lived by the sea", Leonard Lipton and Peter Yarrow
His name was Jackson Paper.
Forgotten by history,
disappearing like a vapor,
he was born near Honalee.
He became successful enough,
but forgot his childhood friend.
Years later, in a smoky puff,
he met a fiery end.
Happy Ending
While, Jackson, ol' Puff did destroy,
in his place, a younger male
heard, "long time no see, Jackie boy,
time for us to set sail".
If you don’t take the first puff
You’ll have nothing ever to miss
No loss or longing, no harm done at all
But if you take that first puff
I know that you will start to crave
A longing for more when it’s not always there
I wish you had never entered the scene, my world, my life
So then I would not have withdrawal effects from you
And I would not be in the know of your existence
Leave me now, to stop increasing pain
Leave me now and never return
Let me lead my life again
Form:
When I die where will my dragons go?
Will my faeries and unicorns survive?
Will anyone remember me at all?
Will the family fight over my orange chair?
When I expire, will I watch and smirk?
Will I attend my own wake?
Will my hippie paintings be admired or discarded?
Will the kids have a garage sale or a bonfire or both?
Will they even gather and think of me a second or more?
When I die will anyone speak?
Will they play Puff the Magic Dragon, my only request?
Will I care?