Grandmother was a beauty in her way
Dark brown skin like a Hershey bar
Salt n pepper black hair wisped by wind
As she snaps green peas in a bowl
The sunflowers she planted so romantic
Casting seeds like red roses in the breeze
Feeding the birds in belly and our eyes
Like bowling balls knocking down such sights
Her bare feet ashy knock knees calloused
From praying the most selfless prayers
She dips snuff and spits in an old Pepsi can
Unashamed of her poverty and southern accent
Handcuffs for Chief Craig who snuffs!
No longer seems one who bluffs,
Empty his third boxed up Snuff;
I could not help “An Enough!”
The act capturing as duff,
Performer to nostrils rough…
Pity had I for Craig’s nose
Brownish Powder hoped to close:
Bad Air spreads each time it blows,
East/West: wherever it goes…
Craig’s fights with snuff getting tough,
Off Craig should his thick skin slough;
Keep I shall for him voice gruff
But for a Chief not him cuff.
Even if Angels you lead,
Easily reaching your bead,
God's commandments always heed,
On the clear begging need,
To join the sowers of seed,
You keeping His Decreed Creed;
To the Church all your lands cede,
Steering clear of Stark Greed
And - yep - never tasting weed,
It is still sinful enough
That you walk around with snuff
Ordering A Bold bagful
And snuffing time a fistful...
Smiles from snuff not for Heaven,
The sneezes more than seven;
From snuff unnecessary tears
While things are just fine, no fears
Ears ringing,
just let your heart race;
‘I want you’
Dancing words;
We can play in the shadows
snuff out all the lights.
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.
Nicotine paid
by the experimental hour
Diseased lungs’ biopsy displayed
never made
this lab rat’s attitude
turn breath analyzer sour
Snuff was a lemon grass puff charmer,
in pursuit
of a higher dollar yield
for the tobacco crop corporate farmer
Double blind Snuff
loved to puff
the addictive, leafy stuff
From generic to the best,
Mr. Seabee lips couldn’t get enough
Snuff got his manly chest
so feminine buff
Tumor rumor has it,
Snuff ran out of placebo luck
In the umpteenth trial
of new-and-improved product perfecting,
Snuff got the top-tier
guinea pig bucks
But, Snuff
never got to spend a muddy dime
of the green paper slime
His number came up,
just when the cure for cancer
looked to become
market investment prime
Double blind Snuff
truly loved to carton puff
the addictive, leafy lethal stuff
At his funeral,
some sad loved one
took a long-draw homage deep huff
And with a tar-teary, coughing prayer,
they lamented for po’ Mr. Seabee ...
oh, so soul roughly
When the smoky-grey casket
took a pallbearer eulogy short cut,
the bereaved slowly
snuffed out
their favorite brand cigarette butt
Snuff the bloodlines, end the chain
of the royal terror reign.
Destroy the powers that sustain
the endless global war campaigns.
Purge all the powers that should not be
terrorizing society.
The blood of all humanity
is shed to feed these family trees.
It is drawn up through their roots
to produce a bloody fruit.
The fruit is set in fields to seed,
where it sprouts grow evil deeds.
The prince of darkness comes to bloom
and all of Eden is consumed.
Nothing grows but dread and fear
in this morbid atmosphere.
His servants are the kings and queens
who bathe in his latrine.
Please do not have any qualms
to rid the world of this harm.
Free the earth of all of them
and make the planet safe again.
You don’t need guns to make them fall
the light of truth will slay them all.
If war worked there would be peace.
Everything can feel so tough
When someone isn’t up to snuff.
Your best may not be good enough
Although you try and try.
What often happens off the cuff,
As simple as a powder puff,
May suddenly seem raw and rough,
A truth you can’t deny.
So if you’re acting grim and gruff
Because you lack your normal stuff,
You just might not be up to snuff
And that’s the reason why.
The days are cool,
The nights are cold.
My laughter fools,
My smile holds
No need, no want, no spark.
The minutes strain,
The hours bruise.
My memories wane,
My thoughts refuse
To bleed and haunt and mark.
Wake my heart
From its cold slumber.
Count its beats
To bursting number.
Flood my chest
With ghost sensation.
Wipe the dust
From past elation.
Ignite my flame.
The days are warm,
The nights are hot.
My feelings storm,
My stomach knots.
No grief, no ache, no blow.
The minutes bless,
The hours heal.
My hopes caress,
My instincts feel
No thief, no snake, no foe.
Cast my heart
In jaded shadows.
Send my trust
To ruthless gallows.
Starve my need
With cruel silence.
Strike my hope
With quiet violence.
Snuff out my flame again.
Valentine's Day is a thing of the past
This thing called love will never last
I bought you a can of snuff
You walked away in a huff
And now I wearing my arm in a cast
(This is a fictional poem)
You cussed me out and that was pretty rough.
You did it because you saw me use some snuff.
You made me eat the snuff because you're a brute.
But I got even when I puked on your Armani suit.
I get abused even though you smoke cigarettes and now it's your turn.
I'm going to stick a lit cigarette up your butt and give you a third degree burn.
she sits there
just as faded & yellow
sipping iced tea
& he rakes the yard
all of them yellow
& faded & dead.
they know to end it
before the worst had set in.
they don’t sit in lawnchairs
through november with bronzer spread
& romance novels staring at
old men while they rake leaves
they see the autumn
& they snuff it
this great example right
in front of him &
he rakes leaves
looking for the highest branch
he could jump from.
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