While working on a sermon the pastor heard a knock at his office door. "Come in," he invited. A sad-looking man in threadbare clothes came in, pulling a large pig on a rope. "Can I talk to you for a minute?" asked the ma... Read more of Sentry Duty at Free Jokes.caInformational Site Network Informational
Privacy
   Home - Smoking Articles - History of Smoking - Poems about Smoking - Giving up Alcohol

Smoking Poems

To My Meerschaum.
There's a charm in the sun-crested hills, In the qui...

In Wreaths Of Smoke.
In wreaths of smoke, blown waywardwise, Faces of o...

On Receipt Of A Rare Pipe.
I lifted off the lid with anxious care, Removed the ...

A Brief Puff Of Smoke.
Great Doctor Parr, the learned Whig, Ne'er deemed the ...

The Happy Smoking-ground.
When that last pipe is smoked at last And pouch and ...

To C.f. Bradford.
_ON THE GIFT OF A MEERSCHAUM PIPE._ The pipe came safe...

An Old Sweetheart Of Mine.
As one who cons at evening o'er an album all alone, An...

A Song Without A Name.
AIR: "_THE VICAR OF BRAY_." 'Twas in Queen Bess's gold...

Chibouque.
At Yeni-Djami, after Rhamadan, The pacha in his pala...

To A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Come, lovely tube, by friendship blest, Belov'd and ...

Smoking Spiritualized.
The following old poem was long ascribed, on apparently...

Acrostic.
To thee, blest weed, whose sovereign wiles, O'er cankere...

Smoking Song.
With grateful twirl our smoke-wreaths curl, As mist ...

The Ballad Of The Pipe.
Oh, give me but Virginia's weed, An earthen bowl, a st...

An Encomium On Tobacco.
Thrice happy isles that stole the world's delight, And...

The Betrothed.
"_YOU MUST CHOOSE BETWEEN ME AND YOUR CIGAR._" Open the ...

Ode To Tobacco.
Thou, who when fears attack Bidst them avaunt, and Bla...

'twas Off The Blue Canaries.
'Twas off the blue Canary isles, A glorious summer d...

"a Free Puff."
Do you remember when first we met? I was turning twent...

My Cigarette.
My cigarette! The amulet That charms afar unrest and...



CIGARS AND BEER.








Here
With my beer
I sit,
While golden moments flit.
Alas!
They pass
Unheeded by;
And, as they fly,
I,
Being dry,
Sit idly sipping here
My beer.

Oh, finer far
Than fame or riches are
The graceful smoke-wreaths of this cigar!
Why
Should I
Weep, wail, or sigh?
What if luck has passed me by?
What if my hopes are dead,
My pleasures fled?
Have I not still
My fill
Of right good cheer,--
Cigars and beer?

Go, whining youth,
Forsooth!
Go, weep and wail,
Sigh and grow pale,
Weave melancholy rhymes
On the old times,
Whose joys like shadowy ghosts appear,--
But leave me to my beer!
Gold is dross,
Love is loss;
So, if I gulp my sorrows down,
Or see them drown
In foamy draughts of old nut-brown,
Then do I wear the crown
Without a cross!

GEORGE ARNOLD.





Next: EFFUSION BY A CIGAR SMOKER.

Previous: TO MY CIGAR.



Add to del.icio.us Add to Reddit Add to Digg Add to Del.icio.us Add to Google Add to Twitter Add to Stumble Upon
Add to Informational Site Network
Report
Privacy
SHAREADD TO EBOOK


Viewed 2744