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[happyherb]

saw this thread so thought...why not?

heres a real quick on i wrote on a online game my son plays in his notes section to give him a laugh when he read it..

hi sunny..you smell funny
you have a tail...just like a bunny
you have whiskers and a nose so cute
don't make me angry or you'll see my boot.

 

[sackoweed]

streams of thoughts are unlimited

as are the resources you waste,

soon we will fight

for the minds you wish to erase

both correct

in the wrong we do

fighting for nothing

isn't that all we really do?

 

[the_red_bull]

all of a sudden
a simple beautiful truth
becomes a poem

 

[sackoweed]

all of a sudden im stoendeder than fock.. And forgot what i was goin to write.. ill be back later... lmfao.... stoner moment... peace and puffs..

sackO

 

[hippie_lettuce]

Could we only touch -
I did not forget your name,
Said in whispers or dreams
Or pictures - it seems only
Fitting I look like you -
A victim of this world,
Called Home too early,
Said my good-byes too late,
I cannot satiate my eyes
With your image, or my
Ears of stories about you -

Grandmother, it is true -
I do not know, I grieve
every day - But I have
no words to say -
Only when it is dark
And the tears have ceased
to flow,
I ask - no one - with my eyes,
Could we only touch?

 

[sackoweed]

1~~Mind is the master power that molds and makes,
And we are Mind, and evermore we take
The tool of thought, and shaping what we will,
Bring forth a thousand joys, a thousand ills,
We think in secret, and it comes to pass -
Our world is but our looking glass.


2 It takes strength to be firm,
It takes courage to be gentle.

It takes strength to conquer,
It takes courage to surrender.

It takes strength to be certain,
It takes courage to have doubt.

It takes strength to fit in,
It takes courage to stand out.

It takes strength to feel a friend's pain,
It takes courage to feel your own pain.

It takes strength to endure abuse,
It takes courage to stop it.

It takes strength to stand alone,
It takes courage to lean on another.

It takes strength to love,
It takes courage to be loved.

It takes strength to survive,
It takes courage to live.

 

[Buffalo Brown]

I must be baked
Posting this darker poem
Below, forgive me.​

this was written back in the day. life seemed "darker" in those days to say the least...

I am this worm, yes.
A maggot with a belly.
Legs, arms, brain, with face.
I crawl and slither.
I feed, then smile.
Shit and piss accordingly
I clean my cum stained couch
So my friends can pretend
To respect me.
Yes, I am this worm.



I'm not really good with punctuation or proper structure. Apologies.

 

[chuckyoufarley]

1 bright day in the middle of the night
2 dead soldiers got up to fight
back to back they faced each other
drew thier swords and shot each other
the old deaf sheriff heard the noise
and came running to arrest them 2 dead boys

 

[chuckyoufarley]

sacko thats great

2 It takes strength to be firm,
It takes courage to be gentle.

It takes strength to conquer,
It takes courage to surrender.

It takes strength to be certain,
It takes courage to have doubt.

It takes strength to fit in,
It takes courage to stand out.

It takes strength to feel a friend's pain,
It takes courage to feel your own pain.

It takes strength to endure abuse,
It takes courage to stop it.

It takes strength to stand alone,
It takes courage to lean on another.

It takes strength to love,
It takes courage to be loved.

It takes strength to survive,
It takes courage to live.

 

[sackoweed]

Chuckerschuedchucks
Thanx my brother.. I liked it too.. And thanx for dropping by my lil ole thread of poems... peace n puffs..

sackO

 

[Strainbrain]

This was an abandoned college major of mine once upon a time. Unfortunately I lost all but one or three poems in a hard drive crash a few years back.

_________



your woods


you loved me once
beneath these sticks of trees
naked in the grass, wild
stars danced between the cottonwoods
and we were song

but our verse is done
this place is too big for one; and pure
as an empty page, winter
swallows all but the brittle innuendo
of my footfalls in the snow

(though these are your woods i find
only poetry here)


.

 

[arcticsun]

Poem: The Cremation of Sam McGee
(an abnormal way of getting warm in the freezing conditions of a Canadian winter as expressed by Robert Service)

by Robert W. Service

There are strange things done in the midnight sun
By the men who moil for gold;
The Arctic trails have their secret tales
That would make your blood run cold;
The Northern Lights have seen queer sights,
But the queerest they ever did see
Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge
I cremated Sam McGee.

Now Sam McGee was from Tennessee, where the cotton blooms and blows.
Why he left his home in the South to roam ‘round the Pole, God only knows.
He was always cold, but the land of gold seemed to hold him like a spell;
Though he’d often say in his homely way that “he’d sooner live in hell.”

On a Christmas Day we were mushing our way over the Dawson trail.
Talk of your cold! through the parka’s fold it stabbed like a driven nail.
If our eyes we’d close, then the lashes froze till sometimes we couldn’t see;
It wasn’t much fun, but the only one to whimper was Sam McGee.

And that very night, as we lay packed tight in our robes beneath the snow,
And the dogs were fed, and the stars o’erhead were dancing heel and toe,
He turned to me, and “Cap,” says he, “I’ll cash in this trip, I guess;
And if I do, I’m asking that you won’t refuse my last request.”

Well, he seemed so low that I couldn’t say no; then he says with a sort of moan:
“It’s the cursed cold, and it’s got right hold till I’m chilled clean through to the bone.
Yet ‘taint being dead—it’s my awful dread of the icy grave that pains;
So I want you to swear that, foul or fair, you’ll cremate my last remains.”

A pal’s last need is a thing to heed, so I swore I would not fail;
And we started on at the streak of dawn; but God! he looked ghastly pale.
He crouched on the sleigh, and he raved all day of his home in Tennessee;
And before nightfall a corpse was all that was left of Sam McGee.

There wasn’t a breath in that land of death, and I hurried, horror-driven,
With a corpse half hid that I couldn’t get rid, because of a promise given;
It was lashed to the sleigh, and it seemed to say: “You may tax your brawn and brains,
But you promised true, and it’s up to you to cremate those last remains.”

Now a promise made is a debt unpaid, and the trail has its own stern code.
In the days to come, though my lips were dumb, in my heart how I cursed that load.
In the long, long night, by the lone firelight, while the huskies, round in a ring,
Howled out their woes to the homeless snows—O God! how I loathed the thing.

And every day that quiet clay seemed to heavy and heavier grow;
And on I went, though the dogs were spent and the grub was getting low;
The trail was bad, and I felt half mad, but I swore I would not give in;
And I’d often sing to the hateful thing, and it hearkened with a grin.



—Word Info image © ALL rights reserved.

Till I came to the marge of Lake Lebarge, and a derelict there lay;
It was jammed in the ice, but I saw in a trice it was called the “Alice May.”
And I looked at it, and I thought a bit, and I looked at my frozen chum;
Then “Here,” said I, with a sudden cry, “is my cre-ma-tor-eum.”

Some planks I tore from the cabin floor, and I lit the boiler fire;
Some coal I found that was lying around, and I heaped the fuel higher;
The flames just soared and the furnace roared—such a blaze you seldom see;
Then I burrowed a hole in the glowing coal, and I stuffed in Sam McGee.

Then I made a hike, for I didn’t like to hear him sizzle so;
And the heavens scowled, and the huskies howled, and the wind began to blow.
It was icy cold, but the hot sweat rolled down my cheeks, and I don’t know why;
And the greasy smoke in an inky cloak went streaking down the sky.

I do not know how long in the snow I wrestled with grisly fear;
But the stars came out and they danced about ere again I ventured near;
I was sick with dread, but I bravely said: “I’ll just take a peep inside.
I guess he’s cooked, and it’s time I looked;” . . . then the door I opened wide.



—Word Info image © ALL rights reserved.

And there sat Sam, looking cool and calm, in the heart of the furnace roar;
And he wore a smile you could see a mile, and he said: “Please close that door.
It’s fine in here, but I greatly fear you’ll let in the cold and storm—
Since I left Plumtree, down in Tennessee, it’s the first time I’ve been warm.”

There are strange things done in the midnight sun
By the men who moil for gold;
The Arctic trails have their secret tales
That would make your blood run cold;
The Northern Lights have seen queer sights,
But the queerest they ever did see
Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge
I cremated Sam McGee.

 

[sackoweed]

aRc good stuff brother..?? It even mentions your nic in there... thanx for posting drop in any time.. peace n puffs..

sackO

 

[kmk420kali]

Here are a few I have wrote over the years--

Is this free?
Fuck with me
Can't you see
How it is
To be me?
Fuck you up
in lines of 3
That was four
A Technicallity
Don't you, see?
Don't be stupid
Kneel to me
On your knee
Bitch you be
Tasting me
Get a life
Don't be he
Love your wife?
So do we--
Will you win
The Lottory
If you do
You might be
Adjusted to
Economy
If not that
Then Loser be
What you are
Perpetually

[FONT=&quot]Let's talk about the brain...insane? It might be, but I re-frain,
from drinking too much, when I'm thinking on the night-train--
Do some shrooms, expand your mind?? It's all good if you're the kind....
That can process the trip, and not be blind, to the difference between hallucinations, and your thoughts un-twined-- (is that properly de-fined??)
Drugs can be good, can be used as a tool, or can be the factor that labels a fool, think you're cool?
Or are you like a thread, wrapped too loose on the spool--
So if you're getting high, search your motivation...pay attention to your destination, or if you have any hesitation...
Because it is not worth losing a relation, or acting a fucking fool, just to claim the addiction mitigation--
So blaze that shit up, eat it, snort it or slam it...Goddamn it...
If you got a fucking nuff you can spam it--
But be aware, give a care...if it's fucking with your life, then be rare...
Put that shit down, show the family that you care... You got the hair???
[/FONT]

Once upon a life, when I was locked in a cage
I found this God, that relieved me of rage
I gave glory to the Son, for He is the "One"
(I thought) my only refuge, in this "so evil" age

I sang in the church, (it got me out of my cell)
I read my Bible (it kept me from impending Hell)
I sat and I wondered, how I had blundered
But it just didn't matter, as long as to Him I did tell

Well the good feelings ingulfed me, I felt like a Saint
I was re-born, the old person I ain't
The preacher he filled me, (before Satan killed me)
With rhetoric now, I can see had a taint

For I studied my Bible, with zest and with zeal
I said a short prayer, before every meal
I trusted God to bless, my life was a mess
But I found out in the end, it was on me to "Deal"

But I studied and read, til I was indeed proficient
I figured it out, religion is like a strong scent
It covers the smell, but you're still living in Hell
For the questions I had, were not answered sufficient

For the truth I learned, There is no "One"
The Bible is Blasphemy, it I will shun
But the Golden Rule, to me...is right here for all to see--
Our fellow Humans, are our God and our Fun

The paths in life we take
Is a truly forked up road
With forks going everywhere
Your destination is untold

You take the ones that seem the best
Always wondering, 'what about the rest?'
'Did I take more, when it should have been less?'
Each road has a hill, hiding the other side of the crest

If we do what we feel, will it be the right thing
If we do what we should, what rewards will it bring
If we do what we're told, then sometimes it will sting
But if we do what we want, we don't do anything

This poem has no ending, as the paths go on forever
Intertwining mine with yours, sometimes floating like a feather
So don't let life harden you, don't shroud your soul in leather
Let yourself enjoy the journey... for your lifetime, is..."Forever"

 

[sackoweed]

KmKali
Howzit thanx for posting up lots of good stuff, drop in anytime and throw it down.. I liked the last one niiiice.. peace n puffs..

sackO

 

[kmk420kali]

Thank you Sack!! I love writing...hence all my time on a Msg Board!! lol
Maybe you should toss out some topics...get some different poetic takes on them??
Nice Thread--

 

[sackoweed]

I love anything that motivates me or others..motivational
also procrastination is a good topic.. cos lord knows there is tons of that going on around the world. I would love to see procrastinators stopped...

anything to do with the skies, clouds and kickass sunsets where the sky is fire red.. hehe.. Im pretty donkey eyes ill think of some more.. thanx for chillin here.. peace n puffs..

sackO

 

[kmk420kali]

Procrastination...the downfall of our Nation
Integrated in our very need of Destination
Because we thought we shoulda done it
But our lazy ways make us shun it--

We all think we're getting it done
But in fact, we're doing none...
Of what we should be doing
To keep our lives ever moving--

So my friends, heed these words
Don't be Couch Potato Turds
Get up off yo Lazy Ass
Smoke this Mother Fucking Grass!!

 

[sackoweed]

wooofuckinghoo that kicked ass.. niiice did you just do that on the fly? if yea creative very creative.. peace n puffs..

dayum someone quickly beat me to giving ya K++++

sackO

 

[kmk420kali]

did you just do that on the fly?

I'm pretty fly for a white guy--