Long Poems About Marijuana
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Long poems about marijuana. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
Rebel Girl Mclean
On Monday afternoon, a middle-aged man named Zaire went downtown to buy goldfish for his aquarium. He bought two goldfish from a vendor on King Street, and then he headed for the taxi stand on West Street. When he reached the taxi stand, he saw a large group of people including schoolchildren standing there waiting for Maxfield taxis. At that moment, no taxi was there loading. He thought to himself that he would not get the chance to get on a taxi because the crowd would rush into any taxi that arrived there. Consequently, he decided to walk to a place called Fish Ground near the intersection...
#religion
#women
#fish
#marijuana
#mother
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It's been a few years
since I got stoned for fun
Tonight I'm in the mood
to let go
so I ask for a joint
and you give me that sad look
that says you're a bad influence
but you'll roll me a joint anyway
cause you can never say no to me
And you're talking that technical dope language
that I don't understand
cause I can't grow a bunch of parsley
let alone something I can smoke
and I'm too stoned for a science
more complicated than star gazing
BLINK
SWITCH
We're making iced...
since I got stoned for fun
Tonight I'm in the mood
to let go
so I ask for a joint
and you give me that sad look
that says you're a bad influence
but you'll roll me a joint anyway
cause you can never say no to me
And you're talking that technical dope language
that I don't understand
cause I can't grow a bunch of parsley
let alone something I can smoke
and I'm too stoned for a science
more complicated than star gazing
BLINK
SWITCH
We're making iced...
#drugs
#lover
#marijuana
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Azuls de Barrancas del Cobre (Copper Canyon Blues)
Azuls de Barrancas del Cobre
(Copper Canyon Blues)
Dusty Chihuahua desolation
At lonely train depot
Desert crossroads for rail journey
Arrival
Copper Canyon is cantina calypso drums
On the slopes of the valley spirit
and the manger in a holy hostel
is a bunk bed for my blue traveler soul
Where a feminine voice sings from above
A rosary in Spanish timbre
As I sink into a paradise of lullabies
To her novena nirvana
When the sun returns like a prodigal son ...
(Copper Canyon Blues)
Dusty Chihuahua desolation
At lonely train depot
Desert crossroads for rail journey
Arrival
Copper Canyon is cantina calypso drums
On the slopes of the valley spirit
and the manger in a holy hostel
is a bunk bed for my blue traveler soul
Where a feminine voice sings from above
A rosary in Spanish timbre
As I sink into a paradise of lullabies
To her novena nirvana
When the sun returns like a prodigal son ...
#romantic
#city
#nature
#trains
#marijuana
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Left to my own devices.
#sex
#marijuana
#SelfDiscovery #orgasm
#SelfDiscovery #orgasm
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The Train
#erotic
#marijuana
#dirty
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Moving Day
#lust
#erotic
#marijuana #dirty
#marijuana #dirty
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Sedation
#marijuana
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Medusa And Me
The first time that I met Medusa was at a summer time cookout. I had a friend at the time that wasn’t just a coworker, but he lived within ten minutes of my house. I don’t usually hit up the backyard parties, there’s usually far to many freeloaders. You know the type people that I mean, the type that arrive uninvited baring nothing. They eat and drink nonstop, they get full, they get high, and then they try to take over your home. I personally try to avoid what is inevitable at these events. But my coworker, Greg, is on the up and up. There’s no one walking up onto his property without being...
#friendship
#alcohol
#marijuana #funny
#marijuana #funny
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INTERRUPTED FLOW OF THE LOWEST DREAMING STONE (Thurs., Aug. 12th, 2021, 8:42am, Palm Springs, California)
quietly
slipped away
again
adrift
in dreamlands
mysteriously morphing
boundless
fluid realms
until i
suddenly became
aware
id been
vaporously dispensed
into
the lingering
sapphire mists
here in
the subliminal
inner dimensional
world
of three
hot noggins
not
while simultaneously
all caught
up
in yet
another parallel
inner worlds
similar
lingering ...
slipped away
again
adrift
in dreamlands
mysteriously morphing
boundless
fluid realms
until i
suddenly became
aware
id been
vaporously dispensed
into
the lingering
sapphire mists
here in
the subliminal
inner dimensional
world
of three
hot noggins
not
while simultaneously
all caught
up
in yet
another parallel
inner worlds
similar
lingering ...
#dreams
#night
#marijuana
#sleep
#mythology
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The Numen of Omen
Riding high – Riding high
The Earth is the sky – Earth is the sky.
Maybe there is no time to die -
And yet…
There was me, that is: Your humble narrator. (you know me.)
There was: Ocean, my droog from California with love.
There was: X (who’s nickname is too offensive to say.)
There was: X (he did not have a nickname)
Do you remember my story about that astral travel like episode?
With the ambulance sirens?
Well… That was a communicative omen from somewhere else
Something…...
Riding high – Riding high
The Earth is the sky – Earth is the sky.
Maybe there is no time to die -
And yet…
There was me, that is: Your humble narrator. (you know me.)
There was: Ocean, my droog from California with love.
There was: X (who’s nickname is too offensive to say.)
There was: X (he did not have a nickname)
Do you remember my story about that astral travel like episode?
With the ambulance sirens?
Well… That was a communicative omen from somewhere else
Something…...
#friendship
#universe
#marijuana
#LifeAsAWriter
#magic
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The Omen of Numen
The smoke hung heavy or languid
Having rolled off the ceiling -
Becoming a dormancy in a state of settlement.
At least this is what the perception perceived.
Or believed…
In post state flux and freeze -
Deep inhalations – Exhalations – Coughing…
Yeah… We were smoking – We were chiefing.
We were also driving.
The back seat either affords no control
or is an opportunity to explore
The hidden meanings entwined in the concept of control.
And then suddenly…
...
The smoke hung heavy or languid
Having rolled off the ceiling -
Becoming a dormancy in a state of settlement.
At least this is what the perception perceived.
Or believed…
In post state flux and freeze -
Deep inhalations – Exhalations – Coughing…
Yeah… We were smoking – We were chiefing.
We were also driving.
The back seat either affords no control
or is an opportunity to explore
The hidden meanings entwined in the concept of control.
And then suddenly…
...
#friendship
#universe
#marijuana
#LifeAsAWriter
#magic
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Perfume Man; The Town Crier..
Because of you I began to turn into some Pollen grains..
Womanizer Anther
My mistress, Stigma..
Craving for the fragrance..
Elevating my arrogance..
Scent of a flower..
I smoke this crap..
I am a strange Chap...
I know!
But,
Don't ever mistaken this for the botany..
I misspent in my tertiary..
I went for this vasectomy..
To not make a breed in this colony.. ...
Womanizer Anther
My mistress, Stigma..
Craving for the fragrance..
Elevating my arrogance..
Scent of a flower..
I smoke this crap..
I am a strange Chap...
I know!
But,
Don't ever mistaken this for the botany..
I misspent in my tertiary..
I went for this vasectomy..
To not make a breed in this colony.. ...
#marijuana
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