Smokey Poems - Poems about Smokey

Smokey sex

The hum hum of the music
One sleepy face
The shisha lights
You in front of me
Taken
But oh good sex
You took a look at me
I could not stop my smile
Pretended smoking cough

The hum hum of the music
One sleepy face
The neon lights
You in front of me
I smile 
Oh smokey sex.

Midnight Blues

The trumpet cries beneath the neon glow,
a golden wail that haunts the hollow night.
The bass line walks where lonely spirits go,
its heartbeat steady, low and laced with bite.

Her voice is velvet, dipped in smoke and sin,
a lullaby for hearts too torn to mend.
She sings of love, of loss, of what has been,
each note a ghost

smokey life

procession of corpse
denied the bouquet of life, 
greenland smokes daily

©Mahtab Bangalee

Smokey Filled Speak Easy

In the dim-lit alley of the soul's bazaar,
Were jazz and jive spill from ajar,
We tap our feet, snap fingers, under stars,
And speak in verses, raw and without pause.

The city breathes, a living, pulsing beat,
Its heart a drum, its voice a saxophone,
We weave through streets, our words a rhythmic feat,
In its sync with life yet distinctly

Smokey Wilson

Smokey hailed from someplace back in Missouri
was a slave until the ripe old age of ten
Left his master's home headed to Montana
and swore they would never hear from him again

Started out in the gold mines of Helena
then walked all the way to Bozeman alone
Through rustlers, wranglers, Indians and critters
to the place that he would forever

Smokey and the Bandit

Smokey the Clown ran around,
With Bob the Burger Bandit.
Bob, the slob, needed a job;
But didn't know how to land it.

Smokey tried to get him inside,
A restaurant on the hill.
They hired Bob for the job,
Flipping burgers on the grill.

It wasn't long when all went wrong, 
And he was fired on the spot.
His belly filled with burgers

Smokey the Cat

She’s part black panther
Who camouflages at night
With glowing green eyes

Smokey Bear

I want to find a Boo-Boo 
for my Smokey Bear
So now that you’re aware 
of this just stop your 
staring at me
Please hear my plea
Next time you
talk to Yogi
ask him ‘bout a
Boo-Boo Bear for
Smokey

The forest fires burn
burn, burn, burn, burn
Keep tryin’ to contain them
but those whack-a-moles
yearn to be free
Please listen to me
Next time you
talk to

Smokey the Cat

Smokey is an unusual cat 
She’s full of life and spirit
Her eyes are yellow and
Her coat is jet black 
And very, very thick
She loves to rub her head
Against you, even go around
Your legs, almost causing
You to take a tumble
When you’re sitting down she’ll
Jump up on the side of the chair
And keep tapping you on your

Smokey and the Golden Retriever

Once when I was just a kid my mom thought t'would be nice,
If I'd invite some friends to play and we could swing outside.
I had a swing set in the yard where I would play for hours.
My daddy built it just for me away from Mommy's flowers.

It stood beneath a large Oak tree and even

How Much Fish Can Smokey Eat

All cats love fish as we all know,
But Smokey just loved it,
It made quite a show.

My dad went fishing most every week,
And Smokey would wait,
By the door for his treat.

Dad always saved Smokey a nice big fish,
But Smokey kept begging,
To refill his dish.

One day Dad asked him ,"How much can you eat?"
And gave him another,
Just

Smokey the Curious Cat

Through all his years he was such fun,
Companion, friend and more;
Adventure was his middle name,
And I was never bored.

As long as Smokey was around,
He'd brighten up my day.
He'd snuggle, cuddle, kiss and swat,
And say,"Come on, let's play."

I had some turtles in a bowl,
As cute as they could be.
They disappeared while I was out,
Found under the

Life With Smokey

Life with Smokey was never dull.
He was fun and adventure,
It never lulled.

So quiet and regal he seemed to be,
So dignified,
That you couldn't see,

The rascal there in the heart of that cat.
He seemed so gentle,
Who'd have guessed that,

He was king of the thieves with fresh seafood around;
A varlet, a knave,
His vices abound.

He climbed in the fridge

Smokey - My First Friend

Smokey was a funny cat.
You could see him think.
His place of choice to do this,
Was the kitchen sink.

He'd loll about for hours,
In seemingly deep thought;
Musing o'er life's mysteries,
Or the mouse he never caught.

He looked so wise just sitting there,
Mysterious and ancient,
Never bothering anyone,
Complacent and so patient.

The only thing he didn't like,
Was being combed and groomed.
If

Smokey and Me

Smokey was a funny cat,
Filled with fun and love;
Adventurous as all cats are,
And Master of the Hunt.

He stalked the house in search of that,
Which posed some kind of threat.
A bug, a mouse, a ball of yarn,
No pest escaped the net,

That he had formed around our home;
He took responsibility,
To protect us from it all,
Because we were

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