I did the cover of Cigar Aficionado, so I'm supposed to talk about loving cigars. I've smoked them a couple of times. My father used to smoke cigars. I love the idea and the concept, and I love the smell of cigars.
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Les Cigares Volants
We are here waiting
A few know this place
With our lens were looking
Scrutinize the space
Flying cigars
A given name for UFO:s
Flying cigars
Fire this one and watch the show
In the sky dancing
They are telling a story
Back and forward moving
An awesome scenery
Flying cigars
The coolest name for UFO:s
Flying cigars
Up in the sky, anything goes
Makes me high!
Turns me on!
There are some making loops
There are some spinning round
There are some caught in flames
And some land on the ground
Flying cigars
Give me a ride to Mars on these flying cigars
song performed by by Voivod
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I always smoked cigars. I've smoked cigars with everybody in show business.
A Small Cigar
A small cigar can change the world
I know, Ive done it frequently at parties
Where Ive won all the guests attention
With my generosity and suave gentlemanly bearing
A little flat tin case is all you need
Breast-pocket conversation opener
And one of those ciggie lighters that look rather good
You can throw away when empty
Must be declared a great success
My small cigars all vanish within minutes
Excuse me, mine host, that I may visit
A nearby tobacconist
To replenish my supply of small cigars
And make the party swing again
I know my clothes seem shabby
And dont fit this hampstead soiree
Where unread copies of rolling stone
Well-thumbed playboys
Decorate the hi-fi stereo record shelves
If you ask me theyre on their way
To upper-middle-class oblivion
The stupid twits, they roll their only
One cigarette between them
My small cigars redundant now
In the haze of smoking pleasure
Call it a day
Get the hell away
Go down the cafe
For a cup of real tea
By the tube station, theres a drunk old fool
Who sells papers in the rush hour
I hand to him ten small cigars
He smiles, says, ''son, God bless you
A small cigar
Has changed his world, my friend
A small cigar
Has changed the world again
A small cigar . . .
song performed by by Jethro Tull
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Taking in and blowing out smoke? And now you see girls smoking cigars. It got to be such a fad. Girls on the covers of magazines, smoking cigars. Give me a break. I didn't want to be a part of that. I don't like ""popular.""
quote by James Coburn
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If you're at a Thanksgiving dinner, but you don't like the stuffing or the cranberry sauce or anything else, just pretend like you're eating it, but instead, put it all in your lap and form it into a big mushy ball. Then, later, when you're out back having cigars with the boys, let out a big fake cough and throw the ball to the ground. Then say, 'Boy, these are good cigars'
Jack Handey in Deep Thoughts
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I have to remind my dad, 'Journalists - no matter how many cigars they smoke with you - are not your friends, so don't talk to them.'
quote by Cameron Diaz
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Smoking Serves a Host to Cancer
I was shocked to hear,
' Do you mind if I smoke? '
from a white boy in Melbourne Station
as I never heard it anywhere before
from people boasting of civilized manners.
The single moms here wanting a partner
say about themselves in plain:
' I smoke one or two times
and drink a glass of wine a day.'
Fine and frank wives they will be.
'Does smoking enhance your manliness? '
I asked him and he responded with a smile.
I gave up smoking
when my first grand child
told me of some bad smell
coming out of my mouth.
when I tried to revert
to that gentle habit after a gap,
a sense of vomiting, I felt
and said bye to it once for all.
Neither did I smoke in toilets
nor I blew plumes of smoke
on the faces of friends and elders.
Some boys say, they feel brave,
if they puff on cigars in open.
Some breathe out rings of fumes
before the girls waiting for the buses
but the girls these days exhale
curls of smoke to shock them.
A close friend of mine
who had been a chain-smoker
got the acquaintance of a sage
and was taught a fact of life:
' Lose one thing to gain another'.
so he has kept of smoking cigars
and brought in smoking marijuana.
He inhales the fumes into his lungs
and exhales through oral and nasal ways
to inflict a multi-pronged assault
on his fellow disciples.
Our boys feel elated being adored
for their smoking and gambling skills.
Once they serve a host to cancer
friends too won't pay a visit
to see them breathing last in tears.
Their souls will struggle to escape
from the engulfing fumes of cigars
and no more chance for them
to jiggle in bed or giggle in life.
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poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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I smoke ten to fifteen cigars a day. At my age I have to hold on to something.
quote by George Burns
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Just Like My Father
Sunday morning
Yesterday’s cigars smelt like him
Bold
Specific in their smell
Just like my father
Always hyper
Sometimes amusing
Never genuine
Just like my father
His drinking
Is no dilemma
What leaves me queasy
Is drunk sincerity
Just like my father
Stumbling in the house
Reeking of cheap brandy
At 5 in the morning
Just like my father
With sayings
Not possibly, farther
From the truth
Just like my father
Leaving me
Alone
Afraid
and only
as innocent
as i hoped
i could have been
Just like my father
Asthma doesn't seem to bother me any more unless I'm around cigars or dogs. The thing that would bother me most would be a dog smoking a cigar.
quote by Steve Allen
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Cigarette Girl
“Cigarettes, cigarillo, cigars, ” I did say,
as cigarette smoke came my way,
Choking on the smoke from it’s tar,
I only liked the smell of the cigar.
I was a cigarette girl in the casino Mystic Lake,
I got a big tip in high stakes.
It was a $20.00 coin of red,
I had to cash it in before I left.
One day I met the piano man,
He introduced me to Chucky
a generous soul with a helping hand.
Chucky painted my props for my show,
He painted World War II planes a long time ago.
We gambled at this casino all summer long,
I would ride in his car listening to Frankie’s songs.
Cigarette girl job had to end,
I will always remember Chucky my dear old friend.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on September 22,2011
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poem by Christina Sunrise
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Next Big Thing
Things are changin' in the modern world.
It makes it kinda crazy for a boy an' girl.
An awful lot of noise on the radio.
It really don't rock, it really don't roll.
Well, a kid'll come along, make the young girls swoon.
They all put his picture in their pink bedrooms.
They all hail the brand new king.
Everybody's waitin' for the next big thing.
Big cigars an' diamond rings.
Ridin' all around in a limousine.
When you finally hit the top, man, you know what that means?
Well, everybody's ready for the next big thing.
For a little while, you can do no wrong.
Live it up, son, 'cause it don't last long.
There's always somebody a-waitin' in the wings,
Thinkin' they're gonna be the next big thing.
Big cigars an' diamond rings.
Ridin' all around in a limousine.
When you finally hit the top, man, you know what that means?
Well, everybody's ready for the next big thing.
I'll get a Camel hat, some real tight jeans.
I'll lose a little weight an' get a belly-button ring.
You better stand back, I'm a lean machine, yeah:
Baby, I'm gonna be the next big thing.
Big cigars an' diamond rings.
Ridin' all around in a limousine.
When you finally hit the top, man, you know what that means?
Well, everybody's ready for the next big thing.
Everybody's ready for the next big thing.
song performed by by Vince Gill
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I see under that apple tree, there,
Three women who`re pretty and bare.
But cigars they do smoke
That bad odor provoke,
And they dizzy and silly appear.
quote by by Luis Estable
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Cigarette Girl
"Cigarettes, cigarillo, cigars, " I did say,
as cigarette smoke came my way,
Choking on the smoke from it's tar,
I only liked the smell of the cigar.
I was a cigarette girl in the casino Mystic Lake,
I got a big tip in high stakes.
It was a $20.00 coin of red,
I had to cash it in before I left.
One day I met the piano man,
He introduced me to Chucky
a generous soul with a helping hand.
Chucky painted my props for my show,
He painted World War II planes a long time ago.
We gambled at this casino all summer long,
I would ride in his car listening to Frankie's songs.
Cigarette girl job had to end,
I will always remember Chucky my dear old friend.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on September 22,2011
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poem by Suzae Chevalier
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(Getting) Sorrows
And even now you're who I will miss
Guess you are why I don't face any bliss
Guess it's brilliant
How fell for you before I'd hit that sack
But it was just a cumbersome fact
Tears are streaming
Tears always now steaming
For there's only waits when I sit in these old bars
For blind again just due to the smoke of cigars
Form fades from good when I cry from afar
As for now I'm getting sorrows
Fight against chances that are gone
Here I am again as getting sorrows
Fight that are gone
Has got no new good fun yet no new good fun
As you're the reason why I still heave
For maybe you're the reason why I feel deep
Who to even be…
At the moment I dunno me
For there's only waits when I sit in these old bars
For blind again just due to the smoke of cigars
It fades from any good when I cry from afar
When I cry from afar as I'll cry from afar
As for now I'm getting sorrows
Fight against chances that are gone
Here I am again as getting sorrows
Fight that are gone
Has got no new good fun yet no new good fun
Coat my eyes with that of wool
As there's always lies
Won't expose my heartfelt pines even though it's a while
May not show it a while
As for now I'm getting sorrows
Fight against chances that are gone
Here I am again as getting sorrows
Fight that are gone
Has got no new good fun yet no new good fun
But I cannot break myself yet so free
Yet you're how I did misconceive
Just stuck to be
As there's nobody else I can be
poem by Rich Downes
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An old bearded dude from Havana,
Tried unsuccessfully to smoke a banana.
So he switched to cigars,
Amidst hardy, har, hars,
Of the prime minister in the cabana.
quote by by Juan Olivarez (16 April 2011)
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What Is A Cigar?
Even Sigmund Freud
said that sometimes
a cigar is only a cigar.
Not a phallic symbolic
sensual sexual object.
Obviously President
U.S. of A. Clinton
did not graduate past
the phallic symbolism.
Has Clinton not got the Freudian
message down to political pat?
Cigar language is multicultural!
Lewd cigar games are probing
business psychology deeper than
Clinton with Monica Lewinsky!
During Oval Office Intimate Party Games!
Clinton smoked sexually used Lewinsky
cigars; with powerful Japanese businessmen?
Clinton knows a cigar. Is not
just a spent phallic symbol!
Representing a sexual object.
It is an extended aid; to established dominant!
For an ailing, impotent, spent hormonal politician?
Spent definitely. Impotent? Not by a long shot!
‘I did not have sexual relations with that woman! ’
The issue was pergury! He lied under oath!
Willfully and knowingly
stated a whopper falsehood under oath!
The BJ act itself was never unlawful
under the Constitutional Bill of Rights!
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
See also ‘Presidential Impeachment’.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Cigars
Cigars
Smells
So bad
That they are banned
From the airplanne
That people travel in
And I think it is fair
If you want to smoke
The only thing you
Can smoke is
Cigarettes
In the airplane
That people travel in
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Ode to tradition
Leaps into the New World
Our steps are nothing special
Just an ode to tradition
The revolutionist are gone
Our campfire musketeers
Cigars, rum and love.
poem by Robert Beckerman
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incense, sweat
flower-scent and
candle smoke
and yes, burnt good years
charred goodbyes
mortar fire
rotten hellos
and tear gas
earthy tobacco
from cigars lit
in a four-star mouth
stench of fear
the smell of terror
from a furious horde
reeking of dying heroes
of these domestic wars
and splattered brains
of us
poets
the ones
whom you do not
know
the ones whom you
do not notice
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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