Oh the many ways I do not want to die
Captured by cannibals and made into stir fry
Maybe getting chased down by a raptor
they're not alive, so that's not a factor
How about if I fell off a cliff
Wasn't watching, while I was smoking a spliff
Most likely would be a car crash
or contracting a deadly rash
A spiders bite?
Definitely a fright
Getting captured at sea
by some pirate wannabee
Stung by a jellyfish
would not be my wish
So what ever gets me hopefully it's fast
Until then I enjoy each day till my last.
Tough, but ever hip,
Our Miss Patience said,
"You all never tip,"
"So, patience is dead."
"Here's some more bad news,"
"You all leave a mess."
"Got grease on my shoes,"
"And stains on my dress."
"Then, when my day ends,"
"And finally get home,"
"My family and friends,"
"Can smell me from Gnome!"
"No more free coffee,"
"And no more free swill,"
"No more sweet toffee,"
"Best just pay your bill."
"Don't like my new rule?"
"Go elsewhere to eat."
"I'll sit by the pool,"
"And put up my feet!"
"Light up a big spliff,"
"Then, when in the mood,"
"I'll take a big whiff,"
"And eat my own food!"
Cantankerous cancers found my blood letting from the slit,
Is it avarice of me to desire the love begetting of Lazarus?
Enjoying life cadaverous like forgetting the want to live,
Is it glamorous for me to die while God desires I live?
Forgo the solid ground,
My feet dangled off the edge of a jagged cliff.
I fought the howl of squalid sin,
I caught the wind sending back the fire of my padded spliff.
Below I spotted a town,
My feet angled to squish what I saw down to the earth’s crusty skin.
Got calls asking where I’ve been.
Like,
“Just,
Just been wondering.”
Yeah yeah.
Yeah,
I guess you’ve just been wondering?
Could’ve made it better before I made it end,
Would’ve,
Should’ve,
But I wouldn’t have liked to make amends.
A couple foot of rope set up to further suspend,
Just to be an easy way out for whoever he is?
I misunderstood a friend on what is perpetuity,
I just want to live forever,
Instead I pretend to breathe on incongruity.
And as I descend upon,
I felt alive again when I grew dizzy.
I felt alive,
In my life,
I felt alive as I grew dizzy.
here we careen through the scheme
riding the vortex of the american dream
seen behind the blind scenes in hiding
keep fighting the design on the frontlines.
the career of a degenerative peer
is not measured by how they appear
or adhere the commandeer of said steer,
as long as they down beer and disappear.
clear as this fixates the mistake of the states
we would augmentate and drown hound fears
sheer will could astound the nouns quo
leaving them in tow with woe as one said so.
illuminate the sewn, find a darker home alone,
brash and beating the bone into the stone,
not grown eating scones of the blindly shown
that well-known handmade status throne.
grenade low tossed at the cost of some human loss
for fuel that is obsolete and crude at high-spreading moss
green fabric the waxen-elitism roster head boss
with a thumb gangrene, the color of his blood pulse.
down a flask of mezcal with a spliff of mary jane,
we aim to numb the pain from their dumb games -
switching lanes through the lazy river zaftig maze,
eyes glaze over, middle fingers raise at their gaze
chasing the heat haze on the highway
smoking a spliff while "let it roll” plays
praying to feel your touch by Friday
without adding another cross on the byway
I haven’t seen the world
as it is
for a while
but I refuse to close my eyes
and abide
by their lies
as a mother Searches
ashes
for her child
all so some bastard can watch the sea
while it rises
and dies
I hope this half gets me to payday
although It wont take any pain way
I can Stow it away
for another day
While it watches and waits for my minds decay
they left in 1921
but just took there guns
to Jerusalem
still a child throws a stone
& they break bone
to break soul
in the sky zanana’s flown
to kick hope
show control
wains with nowhere to go
forced to roam
with no home
a Folk with no gravestone
left alone
not a rose
Blue Lotus it feeds the Soul
and Expands the Mind to Infinite Mode,
Sacred and Wise
a Leaf of Wisdom, of Light, and of Life
Got me pondering mysteries I'm Infinity
Ones and Zeros to the depths of Eternity,
Breaching Spacetime with this Glorious Spliff
Crossing the Ethers Adrift,
I AM So High, I Drift the Abyss
Thrice Born, My Mind Shifts
Sucking smoke out of spliff so hard,
Then joint itself just had to burn out.
You’ve come out this evening
For a wee, delicious bite
Drink fine wine, meet new friends
Your expectation? A fabulous night
Our farm is Vergenoegd Löw
It’s an interesting, unusual designation
Give me a minute to clear the mystery
By treating you to this narration
I searched all of the interwebs
To see,
who definitely knew?
I found an interesting list of people
Who’ve experienced it through and through
Seems that Debbie. From Dallas.
She knew it all
Mick and the Stones, when they got it
They had a ball
Bob Marley and UB40
At the end of a gig
They defs experienced it
When they lit up a spliff
Ghandi and Roy Orbison wrote about it,
As did Anne Frank and Kahlil Gibran,
Michael Jordan, Freud, Bill Gates,
The Pope, Margaret Thatcher. Even Superman.
It’s time to translate it
I’ll end my protraction
When you drink the wine tonight
You will experience - Satisfaction
Vergenoegd, and Professor Löw
Burnt my bottom lip,
As I tried to burn out tip,
Then I lost my grip.
I can feel the walls getting thicker.
It all closes in, but it’s fine this happens all the time.
A spliff or two keeps away the shivers.
No time for loathing, these walls are by my design
you appear here rhyming beard and weird
eating oatmeal acting fierce
here's your limelight here's your career
here's a spliff and here's a beer
and a magic trick where you disappear
a rapping disaster passed a chance
to topple the master and steal the stance
six years of ideas captured in write
yet rhymes don't appear and it's childlike
syllable rhymes which aren't true but more near
A's rhymed with E's insulting the ear
and from a poetic perspective it's awfully clear
your brain's only human when the pulse disappears
flatlining blind at the peak of it's climb
declining back down yet on the same line
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When passing the pet shop window, I saw a wondrous sight.
The pets were having a party, far into the night.
The cat was smoking a home-made spliff she’d rolled between her paws;
The dog was sipping pink champagne and nibbling petit fours.
The pet mouse jived with the python, getting ever bolder;
Until she pulled a muscle, throwing him over her shoulder.
The doe, in a slinky cocktail dress and the buck in a silk tuxedo,
Slipped behind their rabbit hutch to exercise their libido.
The tortoises, though normally shy, had come right out of their shell
And took the floor in a slow waltz, which of course they did rather well.
They beckoned me to join them and we danced at a furious pace.
And then I awoke with a tickly nose; my cat was licking my face.
30th March 2020
Cheerful Rhyme Competition
Sponsor - Line Gautier
His name is Griffin. Folks though call him “Griff”
He hails from universities of stone
Debate with him is as a smoken spliff
It leaves one’s mental faculties undone
For high o’er land and sea and distant isles
The eye of Griff doth wander wide and free
All he beholds, his intellect defiles
Dreaming disaster from the rings of trees
The seas do rise – we’re told – to drown our coasts
Though photos of past bays show nary a change
Griff terrifies the kids with tales of ghosts
That steal the frost from every mountain range
Beholding life, he see-eth only death
In forms of beauty, veiled catastrophe
That morbid gas in every human breath
Damns sinners to a lost eternity
But that dread gas – O Griff! How see-est thou not
Bringeth not death but life, that springeth green
The photosynthesis thou hast forgot
Is nourished by the thing thou call’st unclean
And so adieu, my ode to Griff is done
To that sly master of the shifting files
Of numbers spelling our Armeggedon
And yet behind that mask of doom – he smiles!
An old man in Buffalo
Got toes of unwanted glow
He kicked the banger
On a cliff hanger
Waited for a truck to tow
Antique or dear jalopy
The bloke was on ecstasy
Smoked gum from his tyres
Lit wreck with pliers
Failed his own carbon copy
When rescue came hands on deck
They had no clue who’s the wreck
Chevy was rusty
Owner smelled musty
So they took both by the neck
Pick up onto heart massage
Fogey to a near garage
The crew had a spliff
All had a quick whiff
None wanted more sabotage
12th July 2019
Syllables checked by howmanysyllables.com
His hair is alive,
serpents writhing, a man Medusa of the tropics,
as if he wore the demons
of colonialism and injustice on his head,
unforgetting,
a dung-brown-and-black hologram of
the ganja-fueled reveries inside,
the broken record of fight and redemption in his ears
masked by an ancient face, all taut leather,
placid with a sheen of absorbed light.
Bloodshot eyes, not insomniac,
but from the weight of things that, once seen,
cannot be unseen,
scleras color-coding history,
the blood of dead slaves on white.
Yet the heat-chilled island calls a daily truce.
In the shade of the commodious palm tree,
the bleach of sun cordoned by a shower of shadows,
even the gluttony of Babylon
and the promise of Zion can share a siesta.
Looking out to the silvering sea beyond the beach,
exchanging a patois-scented greeting
with two passing brethren whose hair hang like roots,
he puts fire to a fat, white-jacketed spliff,
herb smoke curling up,
rising,
rising,
a slow exodus up into the dusty fronds above,
hung with the fruits
of a tender mantra as,
ever,
the spirit of Marley
sings.
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