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Pipe Haiku
mfresa
Master
in The Lounge
Along the lines of Pipe Poetry, this thread is open to those who wish to put to words, in haiku form, what smoking their pipe means to them. Let me be the first:
Focused clarity anticipating flavor
Commence countdown
Fire it up
Pull for the deep
Focused clarity anticipating flavor
Commence countdown
Fire it up
Pull for the deep
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Smoke pervades the local air
Tongue enjoys flavour
Birthyear Dunhill dog
Why do you elude me so?
My rack longs for you.
Perique you bastard.
So many love you so well.
Not I! Out damn weed!
Smokingpipes dot com
Lurking there always, waiting.
Eater of my cash.
Esoterica
You blend tobacco they say.
So goes the rumor.
Lounging on my porch
Wispy tendrils wave goodbye
Latakia dreams
chestnut bowl with crisp leaves charged,
warm comfort in hand
as the match jumps in
Half a can of butane gone
Go to hell Dark Star
Autumn leaves a golden hue
Smoke curls in the wind.
The leaves die and fall
Devoid of color and brown
My pipe comforts me.
What scent do I detect?
Latakia and Perique.
My pallet awaits.
Acrid smoke on breeze
Piles of dead-fall, lines of leaves
Rake in hand, bowl lit
Sandpaper and wood,
almost to the perfect shape,
damn I hit a flaw
Flowers red and white
Squirrels found their no-go zone
Bugs choke on the smoke
A favorite of sailors
Davy Jones locker
My pipe and my wife
They both sure are wonderful
I do love my life
The first one is obviously about the "death" of my favorite tobacco. At least it's sinking fast.The second is actually a second draft. The original began with My pipe or my wife. I decided to edit it since I do love my life.
River flows at rapid speed
Wish I had my pipe
Smoke rise, drifting curls
Thoughts and Dreams jelling slowly.
Other Worlds, Older Times.
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Sutliff in pursuit
chasing an estate pipe’s ghost
a sweet exorcist
Good one.