Stuff. Poems

Puff-n-Stuff

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!

Stuff enough for a limerick

Any, many, mighty or meek,
Beware, a mouth’s let loose, at peak
To say just anything,
Meaning next to nothing,
Opening just to leak 
The stuff more than enough
For limerick’s light fluff,
Should laughter come, comes from a freak,
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Happenings | 41.08.2025 | USA, humour
Note: Why so many limericks around just one person of all? His mouth leaks and reeks enough

who reads my stuff

who reads this stuff?
who are my fans?
are they locals?

older or younger?
a bit of both maybe
a little cuckoo?
nutty like me?
I hope so

Going Places

The bold horizon burned and died
cold in my eyes as I turned aside
on the road to nowhere
taking it slow
making it easy
in no hurry to go
I'm taking my time
for I never felt the need
to heed the latest mad fad
or follow the current day's craze
yet I don't fret or sweat
the small stuff
but I did learn
soon enough
the tide

Every Woman

She is every woman,
Bringing love to her man,
She shares erotica,
Ever so wundebar,
She is wife to all men,
Loving chick in his zen,
She can birth, she can bleed,
Cook, nurse, love indeed,
She has the ear of God,
Ere power walk over sod,
She is every woman,
Hope you wave that fan!

Thats the stuff

When it's love
it's more then a tingle
it's beyond a mingle
it's really love
when it's love
she's the reason
in =every season
you'll know it's love
there's words for speaking
not just for saying
it's really love
it aint about the weather
cause as long as were together
you know it's love.

she sought a better understanding
not a reprimanding
cause she's in love
tickle her fancy
gitty and dancey
we gotta

The trap of stuff

it's baggage on our mind when we'd prefer to be free
we at once realize we've become caretakers
weighed down with the burden of responsiblity

look and resist the craving to own
enjoy things in the moment
it's surprising how little we need

seek the freedom to be open
to what comes our way
unburdened and unencumbered

stuff is the anchor to our past
we

admiring my stuff

Pink cat with yellow polka dots
Orange and blue striped kitten
Female faeries with caramel skin

Beige elf man riding a horse with hearts
Why didn’t I make that a unicorn?
Overblown yellow daisy with a pretty face

Purple and yellow dragon wearing knee high boots
This was strange even for me
I smile at my painting from 2017, liking it more now.

The Really Good Stuff

Let's skip all the bad stuff
And get to the really good
The Lord is everlasting
We all obey Him as we should
The Lord is kind and merciful 
He looks down from up above
Taking care to meet our needs
With His faith and all His love

The chains that bind me

the years of clutter sum total
feel much like a noose around my neck
the memories both good and bad
exhausting in their tonnage

trinkets on shelves
reminders in drawers
paramount to the anchor
out to hold me back

the sea beckons all around me
but i’m fettered in a stalemate
hovering when i should be sailing

how i envy the minimalist
who has mastered the art
of

The Stuff They Said To Me

“Uncle Celery, Uncle Celery, is chopping all those veggies,”
my impish nieces and nephew who copycat my voice,
and other hand gestures or mannerisms known to me and others,
how they used to ape that voice of mine with their American twang,
 “Celery, do you love us for real, will you be our teacher when we’re grown,”
I, Howard,

Stuff was Rough and Stuff

what will have been rough
surely had been with much stuff
tending to be tough

How about that Horn Hilarious Haiku.

Poem Of The Stuff

Poem of the day may not be poem of the day
Poem of the week may not be poem of the week
Poem of the month may not be poem of the month
Poem of the year may not poem of the year
Personal taste, view, decision
In conclusion, they are not facts.
Thanks for reading!

Green Stuff

   The greens in my salad,
   Do not look the same.
   Not lettuce or spinach,
   Can't really explain.
   The leaves are light green.
   Some are light,
   Some are fluffy.
   Some have hallowed stems,
   Like straws.
  

things and stuff

While we’re renaming things,
can we please rename “United States” to “AAAmerica.”
I know I’m tired of scrolling to the bottom of every pop-down country list.
And ARE we united? Really, even a little?

That awkward moment when you’re already said, “what?” three times,
and you still have no idea what the conversation is about, but you can tell,
by bouncy

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