Poetry Can Damage Your Health
The day my doctor died of smoking
I bought myself a fat cigar -
I realised he must be joking,
His funeral was so bizarre:
A dwarf in multi-coloured clothing
Sang louder than the parish choir
And though my heart was full of loathing
I leapt upon the funeral pyre.
I'd often longed for such a roasting
And knew it was my friend's desire,
I shouted out 'We'll all be toasting
In Hell's incandescent fire! '
Don't be discouraged by this story,
Smoking cigarettes is fine,
Inhale them on your days of glory
And drink your fill of rich, red wine! !
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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Smokin The Herb Again
Yo yo yo, yo, yo yo what
Smoking
Were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Were smoking, were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Were smoking, were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Were smoking, were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Damn, I really wish I could find my sack man
Must have got eaten by pac-man
If I had it I could smoke again
Smoke with my friends to the very end
But now Im trying to comprehend
Whens the next time that Ill smoke again
I need to know, please tell when will we smoke again
I got a buddy, his name is ted
Hes got a problem going through his head
He doesnt know how to puff puff give
But I like so Ill teach him and Ill let him live
Everyday we teach him right
When he divides, we have to fight
But at the end of the trying day
We says its ok and we puff away
Just the other night, I saw you, you were smokin not sharing and being tight
But thats ok, you are my friend, well smoking until the very end
The lessons that we put out, we order you to try it out
Its nice to smoke, yea thats what were all about
Smoking
Were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Were smoking, were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Were smoking, were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Were smoking, were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Hey, ho, hey ho, hey, ho, hey, ho, hey, ho, hey, ho
I smoke, you smoke, we smoke, they smoke, smoking everywhere
I smoke, you smoke, we smoke, they smoke, smoking all together
Smoking
Were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Were smoking, were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Were smoking, were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Were smoking, were smoking, were smoking the herb again
song performed by by Incubus
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Poets set their hearts on fire
As a conflagration ever travels to find fuel,
And though the first fire starter could be thought of as a fool;
I would gladly step upon your hearts own smoking funeral-pyre,
For it is common knowledge, poets set their hearts on fire.
poem by Patti Masterman
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Father Ed
The day of his ordination his widowed mum's happiest day
To Sainthood she said my son is on his way
She raised him on her own when his dad of a heart attack died
Of her only offspring she took so much pride
At sixty eight he died in his sleep with his mum he now lay
At his funeral this morning his Parishioners for his soul did pray
He had been their Parish Priest for more than twenty years
And they did farewell him in sadness and tears
Of their Parish Priests the greatest of all
His sunday sermons on morals and chastity they will long recall
But the saddest one at the funeral was his housekeeper Kate
With head bowed as she sobbed she whispered I have lost my soul-mate
To me he was far more than Parish Priest Father Ed
He was my secret lover and he was damn good in bed.
poem by Francis Duggan
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I Don't Even Know You
Friend,
Once upon a time you were my friend
and the day I knew you played a plot
to demean me thru a sting mission
and the day you confessed that
you plotted behind to chase me out
for your own survival
you died as my friend
and I threw your corpse to a graveyard
and I saw you lie there cold and dead
without any respect or dignity
a human deserves
I did not wait for your funeral
that I left with a clergy
and when I walked alongwith
my pure earth I looked back
at your funeral pyre there I could see
only black smoke like the blind,
black spots of your brain and mind
which killed you and your inner vision
Oh Friend? ? ? ?
I am in peace now and I feel
I don't even know you.....
poem by Rema Prasanaa
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The Rudder
A smoking cloud of thoughts
blots out the sun;
swirls in ever-changing
imaginative shapes.
Vast and pervasive
it billows throughout space.
What is this phantasmagoria?
Tiny specks of soot.
While this is still our daily bread
from the ovens
of our senses,
we have not yet
gone beyond.
Stumbling
in this darkness;
fuelled
by earthly fires.
What rudder?
In whose hand?
Put out the fire;
and then
put out the fire
that burns
beneath this funeral pyre.
poem by Brian Taylor
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My Father-in-Law and I
MY father-in-law is a careworn man,
And a silent man is he;
But he summons a smile as well as he can
Whenever he meets with me.
The sign we make with a silent shake
That speaks of the days gone by—
Like men who meet at a funeral—
My father-in-law and I.
My father-in-law is a sober man
(And a virtuous man, I think);
But we spare a shilling whenever we can,
And we both drop in for a drink.
Our pints they fill, and we say, “Ah, well!”
With the sound of the world-old sigh—
Like the drink that comes after a funeral—
My father-in-law and I.
My father-in-law is a kindly man—
A domestic man is he.
He tries to look cheerful as well as he can
Whenever he meets with me.
But we stand and think till the second drink
In a silence that might imply
That we’d both get over a funeral,
My father-in-law and I.
poem by Henry Lawson
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Lost Change
He stood outside
the newspaper stand
on Michigan & Chicago,
the morning winter chill
made him put on his gloves.
He lit a cigar and said
good morning to three
Walgreens female workers
smoking outside in the cold.
“ It’s almost Old Style time, ”
he proclaimed and handed
a magazine with warm beauty
on its cover to a middle age
office worker who quickly
placed it in a briefcase
and continued to walk.
“ Ain’t it too early for beer, ”
said the redhead between inhales.
“ It’s never to early for Old Style…”
The ladies laughed,
died out their cigarettes
and went back to work.
He kept smoking his cigar
as he sold another newspaper
to a passerby who gave him
exact coins and told him
to keep the change.
He looked down
at the two quarters
in the palm of his glove
and took a long drag
pulled the cheap cigar
from his ample mouth
exhaled and yelled,
“and you too have a wonderful day…”
His shift was coming to an end
while most were just starting.
He knew that soon he would
be home drinking an Old Style,
thinking about the redhead
while counting lost change
he did manage to keep.
poem by Charles Lara
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The Duet
I was smoking a cigarette;
Maud, my wife, and the tenor McKey
Were singing together a blithe duet,
And days it were better I should forget
Came suddenly back to me,
Days when life seemed a gay masque ball
And to love and be loved as the sum of it all.
As they sang together the whole scene fled,
The room’s rich hangings, the sweet home air,
Stately Maud, with her proud blonde head,
And I seemed to see in her place instead
A wealth of blue-black hair,
And a face, ah! your face, - yours, Lisette,
A face it were wiser I should forget.
We were back – well, no matter when or where,
But you remember, I know, Lisette,
I saw you, dainty, and debonnaire,
With the very same look you used to wear
In the days I should forget.
And your lips, as red as the vintage we quaffed,
Were pearl-edged bumpers of wine when you laughed.
Two small slippers with big rosettes
Peeped out under your kilt-skirt there,
While we sat smoking our cigarettes
(Oh, I shall be dust when my heart forgets!)
And singing that selfsame air;
And between the verses for interlude,
I kissed your throat, and your shoulders nude.
You were so full of a subtle fire,
You were so warm and so sweet, Lisette;
You were everything men admire,
And there were no fetters to make us tire;
For you were – a pretty grisette.
But you loved, as only such natures can,
With a love that makes heaven of hell for a man.
* * * *
They have ceased singing that old duet,
Stately Maud and the tenor McKey.
‘You are burning your coat with your cigarette,
And qu’avez-vous, dearest, your lids are wet, ’
Maud says, as she leans o’er me.
And I smile, and lie to her, husband-wise,
‘Oh, it is nothing but smoke in my eyes.’
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Death Wink Watches Smokers Burn Time
yes we knew you were smoking extra
stress does that reaction to corpus reasons
eat me drink me impact implications
smoking eat smoke inhale lit consequences
smoking lurks among thinner thinner drugs
produces need to infuse body in toxic soups
calm smokes in 4000 plus list chemicals
baby chemicals in addiction cigarettes
in need tobacco smoke kill victim bodies
smoking harmful over 50 known carcinogens
carcinogens cause cancer in inhaling humans
so many poisons rest delight to smoker graves
nice virgin new pack light up your cancer sticks
use as intended cigarettes sold legally crave favours
each need puff puff accumulates over time kills
so few products packaged so appallingly sold legally
tobacco companies out fox pending ongoing lawsuits
avoid health long term effects smoking responsibilities
what words could I pose what list pain suffering illnesses
exhaustive would stimulate horror in smoker smog minds?
what chemicals in cigarettes will people fear flee recognize?
rational mind puff is not addictive mind plead pax denials
poisons self inhaled leisure cruise smoker bloodstreams
recognize relate rat bait harmful disease dire consequences
poem by Terence George Craddock
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The Lord of Stripes
In my dreams
I take the paws
Of a lonely tiger
And together we dance
My love, I’ll find you
Ablaze in a funeral pyre
We swim together
The tiger and I
Through cities
Made of emerald
My love, I’ll find you
Ablaze in a funeral pyre
Lions watch jealously
As the king of the jungle
Is passed over
For the lord of the dance
My love, I’ll wait for you
Ablaze in a funeral pyre.
poem by Jeffrey McCambridge
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Freedom of the Flame
Standing before all of those that have done her wrong
she screams to the writhing throng
'to you that have not thought me strong'
She tears into her chest
pulling out her still beating heart
she shows it to the assembled guest
'This was to much trouble from the start'
Tossed upon the funeral pyre
her once beating heart slows and begins to smolder
and as the flames climb higher and higher
and she grows bolder
' Is this what you want, is this our desire'
tossed upon the funeral pyre
first goes one then the another
their bodies threaten to smother
with each body tossed her laughter comes
and as each succumbs
she feels her burden lift and she becomes
FREE
8/23/07
Cigarettes
“Quit smoking”, advised Doctor
“Cigarettes are killers”
“Come on Doctor”, I quipped
“I don’t die without your help”
poem by Sathya Narayana
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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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At Our Funeral
Have you been to a funeral yet, after The Lord you have met?
A special funeral for all of us, who have come to Christ Jesus,
A funeral of your independence, as your heart, to God relents,
When indeed, you die to self, now alive in The Savior’s wealth.
Even though we died, we live, so now our life to God we give,
Earthly desires are all we lose, in accepting God’s good news,
Thus being saved by Jesus Christ, we give Him our earthly life,
Since He died for us at Calvary, to let our captive heart go free.
So believers are now free to die, for Jesus who reigns on high,
Yes free to die to our old ways, as we live out our earthly days,
Living without what we don’t need, as God’s Word we do heed,
While living for a future friend, which when it comes has no end.
The life with God, we now begin, guides us away from dark sin,
We die to sin so we can start, a brand new life with a new heart,
A new heart which now is purified, by the One, Who for us died,
Christ died to cleanse you and me, all with His blood at Calvary.
At this funeral that you attend, it’s just a beginning, not the end,
As you begin life brand new, with The Lord, to see you through,
With The Savior by your side, for He now lives, though He died,
With death swallowed up in victory, believers shall live Eternally.
Eletric Funeral
Reflex in the sky warn you youre gonna die
Storm coming, youd better hide from the atomic tide
Flashes in the sky turns houses into sties
Turns people into clay, radiation minds decay
Robot minds of robot slaves lead them to atomic rage
Plastic flowers, melting sun, fading moon falls upon
Dying world of radiation, victims of mad frustration
Burning globe of oxyn fire, like electric funeral pyre
Buildings crashing down to a cracking ground
Rivers turn to wood, ice melting to flood
Earth lies in death bed, clouds cry water dead
Tearing life away, heres the burning pay
Electric funeral
Electric funeral
Electric funeral
Electric funeral
And so in the sky shines the electric eye
Supernatural king takes earth under his wing
Heavens golden chorus sings, hells angels flap their wings
Evil souls fall to hell, ever trapped in burning cells!
Fairies wear boots (black sabbath)
Goin home, late last night
Suddenly I got a fright
Yeah I looked throught the window and surprised what I saw
Fairy boots were dancin with a dwarf, all right now!
Fairies wear boots and you gotta believe me
Yeah I saw it, I saw it, I tell you no lies
Yeah fairies wear boots and you gotta believe me
I saw it, I saw it with my own two eyes, well all right now!
So I went to the doctor, see what he could give me
He said son, son, youve gone too far.
cause smokin and trippin is all that you do.
song performed by by Black Sabbath
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Electric Funeral
Reflex in the sky warn you you're gonna die
Storm coming, you'd better hide from the atomic tide
Flashes in the sky turns houses into sties
Turns people into clay, radiation minds decay
Robot minds of robot slaves lead them to atomic rage
plastic flowers, melting sun, fading moon falls upon
dying world of radiation, victims of mad frustration
Burning globe of oxy'n fire, like electric funeral pyre
Buildings crashing down to a cracking ground
Rivers turn to wood, ice melting to flood
Earth lies in death bed, clouds cry water dead
Tearing life away, here's the burning pay
Electric Funeral
Electric Funeral
Electric Funeral
Electric Funeral
And so in the sky shines the electric eye
supernatural king takes earth under his wing
Heaven's golden chorus sings, Hell's angels flap their wings
Evil souls fall to Hell, ever trapped in burning cells
song performed by by Black Sabbath
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Electric Funeral
Reflex in the sky warn you you're gonna die
Storm coming, you'd better hide from the atomic tide
Flashes in the sky turns houses into sties
Turns people into clay, radiation minds decay
Robot minds of robot slaves
lead them to atomic rage
plastic flowers, melting sun,
fading moon falls upon
dying world of radiation,
victims of mad frustration
Burning globe of oxy'n fire,
like electric funeral pyre
Buildings crashing down to a cracking ground
Rivers turn to wood, ice melting to flood
Earth lies in death bed, clouds cry water dead
Tearing life away, here's the burning pay
Electric Funeral
Electric Funeral
Electric Funeral
Electric Funeral
And so in the sky shines the electric eye
supernatural king takes earth under his wing
Heaven's golden chorus sings,
Hell's angels flap their wings
Evil souls fall to Hell, ever trapped in burning cells!
song performed by by Iced Earth
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The Great Fire of Rome
July eighteenth in 64’
Of the Common Era
Play Nero, play upon the lyre
While Rome Is fed into the fire
At the Circus near the Palatine
in some shops began the fire
You looked on impassively
And played upon your lyre
You sang about” The Sack of Troy”
The Trojans funeral pyre
While portions of your palace
Were themselves consumed by fire
Three Quarters of the city gone
The fire raged for days
Casualties kept mounting
as the Romans fought the flames.
You blamed the Christians for the deed
The lions lunched for days
You built yourself the house of gold
Upon the pauper's graves
poem by John F. McCullagh
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My Lonely Sad Eyes
(transcribed from them's them again album, 1966)
Fill me my cup
And i'll drink your sparkling wine
Pretending everything is fine
Till i see your sad eyes
Throw me a kiss
Across a crowded room
Some sunny windswept afternoon
There's none too soon for me to miss
My sad eyes
Woh oh ou, not bad eyes
A glad eyes, but you my sad eyes
Fortunate and free
And there go you and i
Between the other sky
But who are you and i
To wonder why we do so
My sad eyes - lonely
Oh what a story
Come on in all it's glory
This song that i sing in everything
For you my sad eyes
You'd better fill me my cup
And i'll drink your sparkling wine
Pretending everything is fine
Till i see your sad eyes
Woh oh ou, not bad eyes
A glad eyes, but you my sad eyes
Lonely sad eyes
(transcribed from maria mckee singing
On the van morrison songbook, 1997)
Fill me my cup
And i'll drink your sparkling wine
Pretending everything is fine
Till i see your sad eyes
Throw me a kiss
Across a crowded room
Some sunny windswept afternoon
There's none too soon for me to miss
My sad eyes
Oh, not bad eyes
But glad eyes, you my sad eyes
Fortunate and free
And there go you and i
Between the other sky
But who are you and i
To wonder why we do so
My sad eyes, yeah yeah
Oh what a story
Come on in all it's glory
This song that i sing in everything
For you my sad eyes
You fill me my cup
And i'll drink your sparkling wine
Pretending everything is fine
For you my sad eyes
Oh, not bad eyes
But glad eyes, it's you that i [ sa.....ile ?! ]
Ah, sad - lord, sad eyes - sad eyes
song performed by by Van Morrison
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Smoking or Non-Smoking
Christ pointed out two places, of which you could go,
One was heaven above, and the other Hell below.
The Lord Himself said not many words about Heaven,
Except it would be filled with all our Christian Brethren.
Since The Lord said more about this place He called Hell,
It's importance is something we should continue to tell.
Hell is not simply a state of mind of temporary separation,
But instead, Hell is a Lake of Fire and of eternal duration.
The smoke of this fire will rise upwards forevermore,
So it's time to fear The Lord, I can tell you for sure.
Neither is Hell a final resting place filled with wicked fun,
But, it's a place of lasting torment, in which you should shun.
Next time you think Hell is just a simple interjection,
Remember it may be the place of your eternal selection.
The only way up is to accept God's Good News of Salvation,
Which will put you in Heaven, and fill you with Eternal elation.
If you have heard Christ's Good News and your choice is rejection,
Then Hell my dear friend is your place of Eternal selection.
Now that you have these words of Eternal direction,
Will you be in the Smoking or Non-Smoking section.
(Copyright © 08/2002)