[CANNACO-OP]

Any poets out there or any quick pot poems? In a creative mood today I guess..............

[CANNACO-OP]

Roses are red, and some pot grows green,

make sure you grow them fast and furious, but not to lean.

Treat them right and mature them well,

holy shit, those buds due swell.

[basscadet]

Yeah Canna, I wrote this while waiting for flowers to turn into buds. Maybe people here can relate to it.

Enjoy



THE GROWTH OF SEPARATION

No-one knows inside my PC grows, a plant that gives the world a glow,
and illuminates what reality truly is.
A closer bond with nature I feel, but I’ve had to sever that bond for stealth,
for the system thrives on me for acquiring wealth.

So I imitate the sun and imprison a patch of Earth,
and hand-deliver the rain it needs to live.
Outside the trees they bend and dance, part of nature’s warming trance,
but between us a divide has been in place.

Surrounding us is a system created by the minds of man
that makes money from nature’s natural course.

Before the cave-men learnt to dig, the trees would go about their daily bid,
to reproduce itself and to survive.
Then one man would take that fruit and offer it to another,
soon he realised the value of the stuff beneath his feet.

But he decided he wanted money more and greed for wealth and slaves were born,
never realising the trees were a part of a process greater than him.
He set about to poison the Earth, to make the trees grow more and more,
and when the others disagreed he had a system set in place.
He told them they were a communist and he had a right to make a buck,
and they soon realised they’d better toe the line,
cos no-one wants to be teased and called a name.

Others saw his vision and imitated his ways, and the idea grew and grew.
This capital idea soon swept the globe and more men were voted in control
and all of them demanded their little slice.
So they came upon the notion that the others need to pay,
just because they went about the delusion that they’re free.
They taxed until they heard the cry, it’s getting harder for us to survive,
and then gagged the cries with an increase in the pay.

A few of the greedy became a little human but this just angered the greediest.
“They’re not like us no more” they cried. “They need to work for us to survive, they are no longer people they’re consumers.
They will consume what we provide, and make us rich as time goes by, for we are the ones that created the great divide.”

The Earth became the world, still a planet but not the same, now man is at war with Mother Nature.
She is powerful and weak, her balance is the key, but cannot defend herself from the poisons man unleashed.

So the system covers the Earth with stone, and the eyes and ears of man with lies,
and consumers follow all that they are told.
They see the plants and trees and farms, the connection never recognized.
Chickens come from eggs and not from stores.

So I sit in front of my secret box, with my harnessed piece of nature,
wondering can our planet survive our lust for wealth.
I take up the struggle, against the carnage of my home, whenever I get the chance,
but work takes up the best part of the day.

I work my fingers to the bone and I crash on the couch when I get home and vow
“next weekend I’ll plant that seed and grow that tree”.
But the big match is playing on the tube and if I miss it I will be alone
as everyone will be talking about this game for years to come.

The system defends itself once more.

[Stoner4Life]

Roses are red
violets are blue,
when it's my turn to toke
I'll take two.......

[CANNACO-OP]

THANKS BASSCADET.....deep.

[CANNACO-OP]

Originally Posted by Stoner4Life

Roses are red
violets are blue,
when it's my turn to toke
I'll take two.......

Rose are red,
violets are blue,
Hey Stoner4life,
I always take two.

[Stoner4Life]

I smoke two joints in the morning, I smoke two joints at night.
I smoke two joints in the afternoon, it makes me feel alright.
I smoke two joints in times of peace, and two in times of war.
I smoke two joints before I smoke two joints.
And then I smoke two more.

[CANNACO-OP]

[quote=Stoner4Life;2504780]

I smoke two joints in the morning, I smoke two joints at night.
I smoke two joints in the afternoon, it makes me feel alright.
I smoke two joints in times of peace, and two in times of war.
I smoke two joints before I smoke two joints.
And then I smoke two more.

[ms try comb]

nice poems guys!

[seany]

Do limericks count?

I once had a plant called Mary
Who was lusciously green and hairy
I had to let her die
So that I could get high
And prance around like a fairy