Long Poems About Tobacco
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Long poems about tobacco. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
14th Apr 2023 7:52pm
14th Apr 2023 7:52pm
Pawdy
Chapter 1
Fortnight
When Pawdy was a young man, he once worked at a construction site as a labourer in Portland. His job was to mix the mortar and carry concrete blocks in a wheelbarrow. That was hard work, especially since he had to work in the broiling sun. The foreman was a wicked person; he did not pay the workers on time. Moreover, he would give them partial payment and tell them that he owes them the balance.
Every payday he would go to a bar with the workers’ money in his briefcase and drink rum all evening. The workmen had to wait until nightfall to be paid....
Fortnight
When Pawdy was a young man, he once worked at a construction site as a labourer in Portland. His job was to mix the mortar and carry concrete blocks in a wheelbarrow. That was hard work, especially since he had to work in the broiling sun. The foreman was a wicked person; he did not pay the workers on time. Moreover, he would give them partial payment and tell them that he owes them the balance.
Every payday he would go to a bar with the workers’ money in his briefcase and drink rum all evening. The workmen had to wait until nightfall to be paid....
#death
#money
#alcohol
#tobacco
#job
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Lozzamus
Poem Published
30th Jul 2021 9:16pm
30th Jul 2021 9:16pm
Eden Gained And Lost (July 12)
Fylde, Lancashire; tree paved streets resembling a London suburb, but situated by the Irish Sea, not the Thames.
Fylde, Lancashire: a place of memories
Friday 17 August 2012
I arrive after a long train journey that includes a wait at Preston. I think the Government have banned smoking in public places, but I definitely detected cigarette smoke while I waited for my connecting train and I moved away from the source of the smell, keen to avoid triggers.
I step off the train, into a tiny station that has only one rail track. Out in the...
Fylde, Lancashire: a place of memories
Friday 17 August 2012
I arrive after a long train journey that includes a wait at Preston. I think the Government have banned smoking in public places, but I definitely detected cigarette smoke while I waited for my connecting train and I moved away from the source of the smell, keen to avoid triggers.
I step off the train, into a tiny station that has only one rail track. Out in the...
#childhood
#tobacco
#memories
#addiction
#determination
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Lozzamus
Poem Published
27th Jul 2021 10:56pm
27th Jul 2021 10:56pm
Mid July 2012 (part 4)
Thursday Day Four 26/7/12
I feel sick and restless in the evening. Unable to sleep. I live alone in a Studio in North London. There is no partner or wife, no “other half”, although that will change one day, hopefully.
I switch on the radio and inhale furiously on the Nicorette Inhalator, desperate for relief from the cravings. I sleep with the light on and listen to pop music from childhood, caught in a mixture of past, present and future.
Yeah, life’s complex. Life rarely works out as one expects. After I graduated from Dartington College of Arts, I stayed...
I feel sick and restless in the evening. Unable to sleep. I live alone in a Studio in North London. There is no partner or wife, no “other half”, although that will change one day, hopefully.
I switch on the radio and inhale furiously on the Nicorette Inhalator, desperate for relief from the cravings. I sleep with the light on and listen to pop music from childhood, caught in a mixture of past, present and future.
Yeah, life’s complex. Life rarely works out as one expects. After I graduated from Dartington College of Arts, I stayed...
#tobacco
#addiction
#determination
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Lozzamus
Poem Published
25th Jul 2021 8:21pm
25th Jul 2021 8:21pm
Mid July 2012 (part 3)
Day One Monday 23/7/12
I head to the pharmacy to collect the prescriptions for Nicorette. Past experiences with Nicorette didn’t help, but now the Inhalator keeps most of the cravings at bay and the taste seems to have improved since I last used it.
I go to bed about one am, more than twenty-four hours after my last cigarette. When I wake in the morning, I notice a difference: my Morning Cough has gone.
***
Day Two Tuesday 24/7
Emotional day with sudden cravings to smoke.
I receive an email. An invitation to spend a...
I head to the pharmacy to collect the prescriptions for Nicorette. Past experiences with Nicorette didn’t help, but now the Inhalator keeps most of the cravings at bay and the taste seems to have improved since I last used it.
I go to bed about one am, more than twenty-four hours after my last cigarette. When I wake in the morning, I notice a difference: my Morning Cough has gone.
***
Day Two Tuesday 24/7
Emotional day with sudden cravings to smoke.
I receive an email. An invitation to spend a...
#tobacco
#addiction
#determination
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Lozzamus
Poem Published
23rd Jul 2021 10:33pm
23rd Jul 2021 10:33pm
Mid July 2012 (part 2)
The Quit Date looms. I smoke continually, determined to enjoy each cigarette without the usual concern and guilt.
The weekend passes. The final night. And then the unexpected happens. A blessing in disguise, perhaps. I choke while smoking my last cigarette - if such a thing’s possible. The smoke causes me to gag and cough, and I panic and think I’m about to faint from lack of circulation. Shaken by the experience, I finish the cigarette and go to bed.
The end of an era. The smoking era.
****
I wake with the usual Morning Cough.
I’m...
The weekend passes. The final night. And then the unexpected happens. A blessing in disguise, perhaps. I choke while smoking my last cigarette - if such a thing’s possible. The smoke causes me to gag and cough, and I panic and think I’m about to faint from lack of circulation. Shaken by the experience, I finish the cigarette and go to bed.
The end of an era. The smoking era.
****
I wake with the usual Morning Cough.
I’m...
#tobacco
#addiction
#determination
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Lozzamus
Poem Published
21st Jul 2021 7:17pm
21st Jul 2021 7:17pm
Mid July 2012 (part 1)
I arrive at the appointment about a week later. The nurse carries out a number of tests.
Bad news. One of tests reveals that I have the lung function of a man thirty years older than I actually am.
‘I’m not very good at blowing out quickly,’ I say, hoping the nurse will repeat the test.
She smiles. A sort of knowing-smile. ‘We did the test three times.’
‘What happens now then?’
‘Stop smoking.’
‘I’ve tried before. It’s too difficult.’
That same knowing-smile. ‘Make an appointment for the Quit Smoking Clinic.’ ...
Bad news. One of tests reveals that I have the lung function of a man thirty years older than I actually am.
‘I’m not very good at blowing out quickly,’ I say, hoping the nurse will repeat the test.
She smiles. A sort of knowing-smile. ‘We did the test three times.’
‘What happens now then?’
‘Stop smoking.’
‘I’ve tried before. It’s too difficult.’
That same knowing-smile. ‘Make an appointment for the Quit Smoking Clinic.’ ...
#tobacco
#addiction
#determination
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Harold-Weathervein
Poem Published
4th Mar 2021 3:47pm
4th Mar 2021 3:47pm
Let The Nicotine Fly Higher Than The Birds Over Superior Lake. (the gig was up. I should have set sail at dawn.)
Gloomy midwestern mornings.
I'm sure some ass-hole wrote about its beauty.
I'm sure i'm guilty of it. Anyways...
I had bought a bag of rolling tobacco a week back.
I quit smoking 8, 9 years ago.
When I was with an ex-girl, I had picked up rolling my own,
for...financial reasons I explained.
What I didn't tell her in that Duluth? hotel
was that I started rolling as an excuse to get away from her.
She hated the smell more than a regular cigarette somehow. ...
I'm sure some ass-hole wrote about its beauty.
I'm sure i'm guilty of it. Anyways...
I had bought a bag of rolling tobacco a week back.
I quit smoking 8, 9 years ago.
When I was with an ex-girl, I had picked up rolling my own,
for...financial reasons I explained.
What I didn't tell her in that Duluth? hotel
was that I started rolling as an excuse to get away from her.
She hated the smell more than a regular cigarette somehow. ...
#alcohol
#tobacco
#honesty
#despair
#dating
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Solomon_Song
Poem Published
23rd Dec 2020 8:07am
23rd Dec 2020 8:07am
DRINKING, SMOKING AND SCREWING (PAST COMP ENTRY)
#sex
#alcohol
#tobacco
#rhyming
#funny
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dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
10th Aug 2020 2:57pm
10th Aug 2020 2:57pm
Bad To Be Glad, But Only Parapsychologically So. (See?)
Dark confuses light
diffusing into gelatinous
pieces of organic matter.
Maybe these colors don't belong together.
Maybe, truth be known, is a mere
state of deluded ego'mind running for dear life
across through evergreen and
permafrost to a loverly string of payment(s)
for that cherished Flo'da beach
priority prospects parlayed through Jesus Christ's
very...
diffusing into gelatinous
pieces of organic matter.
Maybe these colors don't belong together.
Maybe, truth be known, is a mere
state of deluded ego'mind running for dear life
across through evergreen and
permafrost to a loverly string of payment(s)
for that cherished Flo'da beach
priority prospects parlayed through Jesus Christ's
very...
#love
#alcohol
#heroin
#marijuana
#tobacco
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MatthewConrad
Poem Published
22nd May 2020 00:02am
22nd May 2020 00:02am
giving up smoking: the ritual
this heart throws itself into an architecture that
once was...
whatever it may have been:
now... a "slacking" off-shoot of a pyramid:
piled up as such... but: a stagnant heap
of rubble...
i have to dare to call it a heart...
a heart will be content with such matters...
a hill of rubble or a glistening pyramid / sun-dail...
but the mind:
if it's a cube... and it is a kabaah...
would the ottoman mind it
being precious... when he sights his envy
of the hagia sophia?
...
once was...
whatever it may have been:
now... a "slacking" off-shoot of a pyramid:
piled up as such... but: a stagnant heap
of rubble...
i have to dare to call it a heart...
a heart will be content with such matters...
a hill of rubble or a glistening pyramid / sun-dail...
but the mind:
if it's a cube... and it is a kabaah...
would the ottoman mind it
being precious... when he sights his envy
of the hagia sophia?
...
#alcohol
#tobacco
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MatthewConrad
Poem Published
22nd May 2020 00:00am
22nd May 2020 00:00am
two days compounded
yesterday's completion - 2 gratis: 1
yes... cold-turkey for a day...
the one will do it...
i just smoked a second one...
and the "hit" is not as benevolent...
simple arithmetic...
a carton is 200 cigarettes...
that's 200 days...
if i stick to this "pattern"...
no pointless cigarettes...
with coffee first thing in the morning:
on the medical "fast"...
after a grand meal...
cold-turkey throughout the day...
one balanced with a generous
amount of bourbon: surfing
the night-cap...
this could work... ...
yes... cold-turkey for a day...
the one will do it...
i just smoked a second one...
and the "hit" is not as benevolent...
simple arithmetic...
a carton is 200 cigarettes...
that's 200 days...
if i stick to this "pattern"...
no pointless cigarettes...
with coffee first thing in the morning:
on the medical "fast"...
after a grand meal...
cold-turkey throughout the day...
one balanced with a generous
amount of bourbon: surfing
the night-cap...
this could work... ...
#alcohol
#tobacco
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MatthewConrad
Poem Published
19th May 2020 11:32pm
19th May 2020 11:32pm
how not to quit smoking
how not to quit smoking...
what a cods-wallop!
you can hear the stories of smokers
of a packet a day for 20 years:
perhaps they started in the vein:
of a rebellious teen:
going full cold-turkey and abruptly
quitting -
sometimes relapsing...
personally: i don't want to quit...
that there's a myth of coffee and cigarettes...
last time i checked...
there were the people who would
smoke when drinking alcohol...
the smell and the taste of tobacco...
come to think of it...
it was...
what a cods-wallop!
you can hear the stories of smokers
of a packet a day for 20 years:
perhaps they started in the vein:
of a rebellious teen:
going full cold-turkey and abruptly
quitting -
sometimes relapsing...
personally: i don't want to quit...
that there's a myth of coffee and cigarettes...
last time i checked...
there were the people who would
smoke when drinking alcohol...
the smell and the taste of tobacco...
come to think of it...
it was...
#alcohol
#tobacco
#coffee #freedom
#coffee #freedom
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