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Preacher1611 wrote: ↑Mon Dec 10, 2018 12:09 pm Poetry is cool.
Pipes are also cool.
There is nothing better than....

Poetry is cool.
Pipes are also cool,
There is nothing better than...
A Czech pipe tool.

I liked aromatics but to Latakia I ran,
and alas the wife was not a big fan!
Then she gave me a choice as only she can,
so now raise a glass and a pipe,
to a newly SINGLE man.

oldbill wrote: ↑Sun Jan 06, 2019 11:32 am I liked aromatics but to Latakia I ran,
and alas the wife was not a big fan!
Then she gave me a choice as only she can,
so now raise a glass and a pipe,
to a newly SINGLE man.

Congratulations?

arturo7 wrote: ↑Sun Jan 06, 2019 11:50 am

oldbill wrote: ↑Sun Jan 06, 2019 11:32 am I liked aromatics but to Latakia I ran,
and alas the wife was not a big fan!
Then she gave me a choice as only she can,
so now raise a glass and a pipe,
to a newly SINGLE man.

Congratulations?

Just a bad poem, not real life. The girls don't mind what I smoke as long as I remain locked in my office.

oldbill wrote: ↑Sun Jan 06, 2019 12:40 pm

arturo7 wrote: ↑Sun Jan 06, 2019 11:50 am

oldbill wrote: ↑Sun Jan 06, 2019 11:32 am I liked aromatics but to Latakia I ran,
and alas the wife was not a big fan!
Then she gave me a choice as only she can,
so now raise a glass and a pipe,
to a newly SINGLE man.

Congratulations?

Just a bad poem, not real life. The girls don't mind what I smoke as long as I remain locked in my office.

I'll bet ladies especially love Old Bill when he smokes SWRA, whether he's locked in his office or not. At least that's always been my experience.

SWRA
Like the MTA
Will get you one from point B to point A.
You'll enjoy the ride the whole way.

No matter what they say,
Ladies love aros the way Cupid shoots arrows.

Cupid shoots his arrows straight into ladies' hearts
when a gentleman masters the pipe smoker's arts.

Aromatic tobacco of the Sir Walter-kind,
Has raised more than one woman's top of the halter-kind.

The most beautiful babies have been conceived while a bowl of SWRA has burnt out on a nightstand.
I'm the kind of gent who is happy to hold hands on the first date.
Other people like hook-ups and Tinder, nowadays.
I leave the rest of this poem up to your imagination.

Smoke SWRA when you've got it, you won't regret it.
It's the best tobacco to smoke out in public when you're looking for a mate.

It is January 16.
Where have all the bad poets gone?

Have the PSF literary critics been too fixed on being mean?
Give a poet chance even if he's all alone, no matter what doggerel he'll spawn.

Maybe the poets are smoking a good pipe.
They don't feel like writing.
They don't feel like jotting their thoughts onto paper.

Maybe their bad poems aren't yet ripe for type.
They're too focused on their charring lighting.
They are formulating how to describe the latest VaPer.

Where have all the bad pipes poets gone?
Where the spring flowers are, maybe.
Where has all the pipe poetry gone?
Tossed with the ash, the way the bathwater that was tossed out with the baby.

Maybe this thread needs a smackdown to generate interest.
We're talking poetry so we can't feature pictures like on Pinterest.
Poems can be memes the way blends of tobacco can be the themes that flavor daydreams....



Peter, Paul and Mary,
Donovan,
the Smothers Brothers---
They knew how to put down the smack.

Arturo7, Wooda, MikeDennsion,
Houtenziel,
Ruffinogold, Preacher 1611, Longshanks, and so many others----
There is enough talent here to bring this thread back with a thunderclap
and some sizzle,
f'shizzle.

Let's get those dope pipe rhymes running!



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The ember glows bright as I light my pipe,
Cob or Briar, the smoke is no liar,
The thick white plume is not my doom,
Smoke on air will play, another pipe another day!

I sat with a pipe on my stoop.
My neighbor walked by with a scoop
With eyes like an eagle,
He followed his beagle.
I don’t think he was looking for soup.

I'd rather spend my time smoking a good pipe
Than listening to a boy band named after tripe.

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There is all sorts of digested cud swirling around this short poem.

The warmth of fresh flame over a crimson rim,
Golden ribbons eagerly rise as the flame caresses them,
The air gently moves down through a nest made with care,
Carrying swirling smoke with it's love to share,
But an evil thing comes creeping out,
Like a river of sadness poured straight from the spout,
The chamber that once brought forth serenity and joy,
Has become a bubbling river with a mind to destroy,
No matter how dry or how slow it is partaken,
This damn Savinelli has left me forsaken.