Tuesday, August 24, 2010

The Opening

So, not even a full two months into it and we have decided to take this blog a different direction. Our original plan was to each write a tobacco poem a month for the rest of the year. Some of us plan to continue this, or at least attempt to. However, we realized that this could be a fantastic forum for initially discussing our poetry - discussions to be flushed out on Tuesday night. This forum also allows others who stumble around these parts to critique us as well, like Jason. We are, therefore, pleased to announce that we will henceforth be a blag of poetry and critiques. But we all still smoke a lot of cigars and pipes, especially on Tuesday night, so the title stands.


Monday, August 23, 2010

Norm's August Poem

I need some serious help with it so suggestions are most welcome, no matter how vicious or mundane.


My wife doesn't mind this mistress much,
some times she even tags along.
She doesn't worry when I see her nightly,
as long as I also see home.

She doesn't wonder when I smell of her,
she says it's my usual scent.
But honestly I'd like to say,
This mistress has a tempestuous bent.

While I expect most do, to an extent,
this is the only I have known.
If I do not treat her with all respect,
she brings out tears with her stench.

If I breathe too deep she brings on me
spasms of her every whim.
She always makes me take her smell home,
and sometimes her mark on my shirt.

This mistress likes it best in public,
she likes the extra exposure.
With the wife along, we get stares from most,
but it only brings us closer.

Some mumble, the best admire our trio,
but once or twice the cops have come.
And for all that, it's not that I love her,
we just like having her around.

I enjoy her spiciness, my wife her creamy side.
We both enjoy the time it takes to keep her satisfied.

Wednesday, August 4, 2010

Evan Gunn's Tobacco Poem #1

A savored thought, and savored breath,
In danger of addiction, and folly.
A time for it, it's time has breadth,
Not benighted my brethren we'll be.
This notoriety I'll suffice,
Good repute is it's price,
The weight of eyes wont flee.
Tho' ethics are in ground,
Of the Bible it is sound,
And those alike agree.

And shallow boys have synced their pose,
A look of wisdom, forever transparent.
But a man of age, from them he goes,
Illegitimate quit, for he's apparent.
When the foolery strays,
Closes their silly days,
Desires for higher place.
Remind the old man
(A child also can)
To reverence and give grace.

What saith Antisthenes? Hast thou never heard?— It is a kingly thing, O Cyrus, to do well and to be evil spoken of. -Epictetus