"tobaccos" poems - Hello Poetry

On an island in the west country,.. In the Queen's land, where Black-beard,.. Once played on, as a young child.. And called his home, among the contours... Chained men and tobaccos.. Once brought fortune lust.. Bridges were built, and train tracks laid.. By the man Brunel, who wore as long a hat.. Ships and cathedrals, sugar factories.. Bansky's graffiti, treasured marks on walls.. And stone-henge laid a stone throw away.. Roman baths, in near by Bath.. And underground passage, of tunnels.. Laid for walks and rivers paths.. Horse mountain and Welsh borders.. Sat not far away on looks, across the channel.. But for the one thing, that makes Brizz so special.. Is the sanctuary, it provides for lost souls.. This here laid land, a place like home.. Gulliver did be so proud, to call his home.. Away from home, as I do, away from home..

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Aug 20, 2010

Aug 20, 2010 at 5:53 PM UTC

kodjo-deynoo

Briss Bristol

On an island in the west country,.. In the Queen's land, where Black-beard,.. Once played on, as a young child.. And called his home, among the contours... Chained men and tobaccos.. Once brought fortune lust.. Bridges were built, and train tracks laid.. By the man Brunel, who wore as long a hat.. Ships and cathedrals, sugar factories.. Bansky's graffiti, treasured marks on walls.. And stone-henge laid a stone throw away.. Roman baths, in near by Bath.. And underground passage, of tunnels.. Laid for walks and rivers paths.. Horse mountain and Welsh borders.. Sat not far away on looks, across the channel.. But for the one thing, that makes Brizz so special.. Is the sanctuary, it provides for lost souls.. This here laid land, a place like home.. Gulliver did be so proud, to call his home.. Away from home, as I do, away from home..

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Lay your hands on my cold and fragile bottle; hold the cork and twist me- gently-- slowly-- don’t stop until you hear me pop; set my spirit free and I go astray- into your soul so weary; close your eyes, smell the earth in me- herbs, tobaccos, vanillas, trees- savor the aroma of heavens; now pour me down in the empty glass- of love and affection; touch me with your lonely tongue; indulge my warmth- wrapping your delicate heart; little sips- after little sips; until- you lose control.

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Oct 24, 2020

Oct 24, 2020 at 10:00 AM UTC

natashamonica

of spirited wine and weary soul

Lay your hands on my cold and fragile bottle; hold the cork and twist me- gently-- slowly-- don’t stop until you hear me pop; set my spirit free and I go astray- into your soul so weary; close your eyes, smell the earth in me- herbs, tobaccos, vanillas, trees- savor the aroma of heavens; now pour me down in the empty glass- of love and affection; touch me with your lonely tongue; indulge my warmth- wrapping your delicate heart; little sips- after little sips; until- you lose control.

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jak sie nie ma co sie lubi, to sie lubi, co sie ma / if you don't have what you'd like, you like, what you have. my maternal uncle (brother of my grandmother) used to collect beer bottles... now i wish i didn't start to collect cigarette packets... i know, pretty much as "nerdy" as collecting postage stamps (you should see my grandfather's collection... pretty impressive... i think he owns a yuri gagarin special edition) - anyway... it came as a shock when i was buying tobacco at the supermarket once upon a time (2 months ago) - the packaging, the packaging! it's so ugly! you sure i'm in a supermarket and not in a russian gulag? marmite lungs, coughing blood, black and white all over areas, all over... they really know how to put people out their jobs when trying to redesign packaging, don't they? luckily though... luckily! i'm in possession of the last of the last... an empty packet of benson & hedges (gold)... that's a keeper... i'm not giving this one up... i'll use whenever i have ten remaining in that ugly packaging, and take it into town, and turn into a peacock... look'e 'ere... see, original packaging, dating from the year 2016... but like with anything you drink... esp. the whiskeys... it's nice to read an anecdote printed on the bottle... the benson & hedges packet? nothing like it is now... in the old days you know: (a) sourced from premium golden virginia tobaccos (b) consistently rich & smooth taste (c) as approved by *apache chief naked-butt-pointing-at-the-moon* & his distant half-cousin the *sioux chief hairdressing-wind*; but there's also (d) the british american tobacco group and there's also and address so you can send them fan mail (e) old bond street, london. smoking used to be fun, well, it still is... if you managed to keep one of these of packets of cigarettes... now i wish i still had a packet of yella' camels... or the red marlboros, oh well.

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Jul 13, 2017

Jul 13, 2017 at 7:32 PM UTC

removed.polaroid-scrabble

sioux hairdressers (scalping)

jak sie nie ma co sie lubi, to sie lubi, co sie ma / if you don't have what you'd like, you like, what you have. my maternal uncle (brother of my grandmother) used to collect beer bottles... now i wish i didn't start to collect cigarette packets... i know, pretty much as "nerdy" as collecting postage stamps (you should see my grandfather's collection... pretty impressive... i think he owns a yuri gagarin special edition) - anyway... it came as a shock when i was buying tobacco at the supermarket once upon a time (2 months ago) - the packaging, the packaging! it's so ugly! you sure i'm in a supermarket and not in a russian gulag? marmite lungs, coughing blood, black and white all over areas, all over... they really know how to put people out their jobs when trying to redesign packaging, don't they? luckily though... luckily! i'm in possession of the last of the last... an empty packet of benson & hedges (gold)... that's a keeper... i'm not giving this one up... i'll use whenever i have ten remaining in that ugly packaging, and take it into town, and turn into a peacock... look'e 'ere... see, original packaging, dating from the year 2016... but like with anything you drink... esp. the whiskeys... it's nice to read an anecdote printed on the bottle... the benson & hedges packet? nothing like it is now... in the old days you know: (a) sourced from premium golden virginia tobaccos (b) consistently rich & smooth taste (c) as approved by *apache chief naked-butt-pointing-at-the-moon* & his distant half-cousin the *sioux chief hairdressing-wind*; but there's also (d) the british american tobacco group and there's also and address so you can send them fan mail (e) old bond street, london. smoking used to be fun, well, it still is... if you managed to keep one of these of packets of cigarettes... now i wish i still had a packet of yella' camels... or the red marlboros, oh well.

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