Lighters..

Lighters

-It can be a new or old poem-

-Only one entry per person-

-Must have a rhyme scheme-

-Less than 200 words-

Little Pink Lighter

All good things
must come to and end,
especially after
a seven day binge.

All the hits
you helped me take,
you sacrificed yourself
for my sake.

You were strong
you were a fighter,
then your flame burned out
goodbye little pink lighter.

My Flaming Friend

Out here with you I feel complete
With so many joints I will need to split
Once without you I was damn in need
You came and proved to be a friend indeed

Always at peace no skirmish no battle
Just listening to the weeds crackle
In the heat of the flames you supply
While I layback and get so high

So relax my friend it will all come to pass
If you ever go empty I will refill your gas
It will be me,my joints and my flaming friend
Riding until I meet my journey's end

Lighter

Lighting it all up in a world
Full of complete darkness.
Let the smoke be curled

Around you. The starkness
You feel will go away
When the sharpness

Fades. I want you to stay
With me my little friend.
I know that every day

And night will easily blend
Together when time goes
By. I can no longer pretend

To feel. Everything slows
Down and I feel every high.
I was the one who chose

This life. I look at the sky.
This is my goodbye.

EXTINGUISHED

A flame to be a guide
Portable candle light
When all the power failed
Though less than frail
The fury of the chill wind
Driving long nails within
Panic soon stealth delivered
The shadow that eclipsed her
In the brief flash of
Lightning from up above
And far worse than the dark
Was what blew out the spark

ashes to ashes

Two for a dollar he said

Nah bro, lemme get one for fifty instead

One cost you seventy five cents
He shot back

C'mon bro I laughed
Do I look like I smoke crack

Look my friend I don't make
the prices for the store

Yeah but you don't mind
charging me a quarter more

It's two for a dollar boss
Do you want them or not

You're trying to scam me for
A quarter, Damn bro that's a lot

In the end to took the fifty
Just to get me out the store

I winked and gave him the peace sign
heading out the door

Down at the rally we stood 1000 strong
Facing amped up cops with riot gear on

We pulled out our green cards
And set them ablaze

Deport me now! we yelled
through the smoky haze

The personal bonfires was all they needed
to start making arrests

Been there done that
So I burned my whole wallet in protest

Three days out I'm getting coffee
From my bro at that store

Vhas dat you dowtown on the news
Vit the cops got you face on the floor

I tell him yeah, that was me I smile
Trying to set the world on fire

Vhy you do dat, he ask

To shake up the system,
And hopefully, Inspire

I ask, How much for the coffee bro

He says, Today my friend the coffee is free
Because with that lighter I became you
And you became me

                      Sailor Zippo

i was strolling by the seaside when i found you
Covered in seaweed with barnacles all around you
You had obviously been in there a very long time
Glad to meet you little friend now you will be mine

Perhaps long ago a sailor dropped you accidentally
Or were in his pocket as he was claimed by the sea
Broke the barnacles off and you recovered your shine
Brushed your wheel filled you up you worked just fine

You brought me only luck in our two years together
And always produced a flame in any kind of weather
i became a sailor too and of course you came with me
One day i fumbled and dropped you right back in the sea

Thank you for the honor. It was certainly an interesting comp.

Congratulations Wally. Well deserved.