Of Poetry Pain and Pot new verses
Here is some new poetry from the author of the book,
“Of Poetry, Pain and Pot”
Of Pain, poetry, and pot.” Is a collection of cannabis centered poetry in a neobeatnik style. It includes updated versions of Allen Ginsberg – Howls “howl” and “america”, along with an update on “to whom it may concern” by Adrian Mitchell , a cannabis parody of Rifleman’s Creed and many other poems that are all my own. I hope ya grab your free download while it is available and be sure to lend it to your friends (I have enabled book lending on this piece). The next day to download it for free is December 21
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The river is broad, deep and still.
The cattle lowe upon the bank
Stately she glides upon a ship of gopher wood
drifting upon the rivers ebb and tide.
It is a houseboat, a royal palace,
A temple wherein she and her healing reside
Her sails hempen homespun
Her mast the finest teak
Gossamer crystalline curtains beckon you within
A temple throneroom green and golden
You feel a peace and safety such as never has been.
And then you see her, such a rare and powerful beauty
Seated upon her high cannabis throne.
That is when you know, you have come home.
Poem fragment 12-2-2013 12:36am
Breezy Kiefair author Of Poetry, Pain and Pot, artist under the influence of cannabis at The Art of Breezy Kiefair, editor, Kiefair.com, Reefer Gurl and Gardening Tips for the Medically Damned
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I have the strangest fantasy of how things would be if I could disembody me literally
On the bed reclines a disembodied spine each vertebrae pulled apart so it can finally breathe
My nose I leave in a bed of potpouri flowers.
My lungs float ever filled with smoke from an equally disembodied bottomless bowl.
In a heap under the bed lies pathetic immune system hiding and waiting for a sterile enviornment
Muscles drape about the room like laundry drying finally feeling relief of tension.
my blood is an aquarium in the west ever being purified and recycled.
What a gruesome sight this disembodiment would be. And somehow it is comforting fantasy to me.
I have the strangest fantasy of how things would be if I could disembody me literally
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November 22, 2013 at 4:34pm
At the daily appointed time, she hides in darkness stretching the leafy dime. She inhales and ponders the days events and does her best to fear circumvent. She is filled with sorrow for so many who do without this simple comfort she has made her life about. In the winter twilight she shivers and smokes and prays for those who wish with her to shiver and toke. For the suffering smokeless masses are so very many and yet when I point them out I’m treated like a crazy ninny. I shiver and smoke and cry and toke and still have a heart for those who are broke. The feds raid and I wonder about the needs of the end user how will they suffer because of a possible regulation abuser? All this pain could be gone if we all just accepted growing and using a plant is not wrong.
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Requiem For seized Pounds
Requiem for seized pounds of sacrament….. to be burned but not inhaled….
Someone was trying to smuggle you to make themselves a sale
It is a joy for a prohibitionist, they might as well be an isolationist, segregationist… why does society laud the prohibitionist and demonize the cannabis activist who parallels the abolitionist
Burned but not inhaled, seized and not saled, wasted instead of earned when will this country ever learn
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November 20, 2013 at 8:15pm ·
Have yourself a merry canna christmas
Toke until you’re light
How many years must we sow our grow out of sight
Have yourself a merry canna christmas
And if you cannot pay
next year charity might just give meds away
When will it be as in olden days
Happy toking days of yore
Hempy fields that are dear to us
Were grown near to us before.
Through the years we keep fighting this battle
Till the fates allow
A prohibition repeal but till then we’ll muddle through some how.
So have yourself a merry canna christmas now.
Breezy Kiefair, Of Poetry, Pain and Pot, The Art of Breezy Kiefair, Kiefair.com Gardening Tips for the Medically Damned
parody of the christmas carol Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas
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January 7 at 4:09pm
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January 10 at 5:51pm
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One thing I can do without lifting my head. I can express my love and gratitude for those who are interested and kind. I can send prayers and virtual tokes to those worse off than I to whom the world seems blind. I can dance upon ethereal planes and perhaps a spiritual healing I’ll find…. all these are more peaceful choices than listening to the pain seeping from my ear into my mind.
January 15, 2013
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