Weed Poetry Anyone?

[Louis P. Burns aka Lugh]

Found my weed poem. In retrospect, it's crap.

How do you know?

[spacecadet]

It's on my server back up drive at home. I'll post it later. I'm not proud of it other than for the fact that it was a weed poem disguised as a love poem.

[Louis P. Burns aka Lugh]

It's on my server back up drive at home. I'll post it later. I'm not proud of it other than for the fact that it was a weed poem disguised as a love poem.

I'd love to read it mate. Thanks for your input ...

[Salvador Oria]

If you buy cheap stuff spacecad, you'll get crap... say cat-pissed buddleia leaves or something even worst. Grow your own on the windowsill if you don't have a garden... you mix it between the geraniums: the Dutch have created, through genetic manipulation, a variety that grows a fifth in size compared with the current Paraguayan 6-foot high species, and at the same time trebles the dihydrocannabinol contents... very healthy, disguisable, and can be reproduced from its seeds

Now Lugh, you don't mean I'll have to copy the same text that I quoted above, do you?

[spacecadet]

I think Lugh can verify that Britain rules the waves in the compact cultivation of our mother herb. That's the problem over here, you can only get smoke of mass destruction.

[Louis P. Burns aka Lugh]

Now Lugh, you don't mean I'll have to copy the same text that I quoted above, do you?

Just post the text in dude. Then a short message saying you wish the piece to be included in the Healing Herbs project.

When everything is compiled your poem will be on a webpage of the Healing Herbs project alongside your name. Your name will also appear in the end credits of the Healing Herbs film. Please note, the film is going through a few more treatments for the purposes of high resolution streaming. We may even include your poem in the film.

Thanks Sal ...

[Louis P. Burns aka Lugh]

I think Lugh can verify that Britain rules the waves in the compact cultivation of our mother herb. That's the problem over here, you can only get smoke of mass destruction.

So bloody true mate. Disabled people should have the civil, human and legal right to grow their own medicinal marijuana. It is inhumane to impose prescription chemical toxins that have little to no pain relieving quality in many cases.

Medicinal marijuana is the homeopathic choice and as stated earlier in this thread, has been used for centuries by other cultures. By denying disabled people the right to grow their own medicinal marijuana, they are being forced to buy lower grade street hashish which is often mixed with several impurities and which can be considered a crime by the Police.

Why expose sick people to all that anxiety and stress? As I said earlier: It is inhumane.

[Catherine Edmunds]

This one took five minutes to write... and it shows. But what the heck. Here ya go.


sweet mary jane

woke up this mornin’
feelin’ like shit
head’s full of sawdust
man, I ain’t fit

legs, they ain’t workin’
back’s in a vice
eyesight is blurry
but that’s the price

of livin’ with em ess
of livin in pain
the drugs they ain’t working
except …. mary jane

but mary ain’t legal
sweet jane ain’t allowed
can’t grow her, can’t smoke her
hey doc – ain’t you proud?

you give me your drugs
your philtres and potions
but sweet mary jane
would calm my emotions

mary jane, mary jane
come home to me
mary jane, mary jane
set my limbs free

wake up tomorrow
feelin’ just fine
if sweet mary jane
was legally mine…

[Louis P. Burns aka Lugh]

That could become a song very easily Delph ...

Brilliant mate. Brilliant ...

[Catherine Edmunds]

Cheers, Lugh. Yep -- it's definitely lyrics, not a poem.

[Louis P. Burns aka Lugh]

Cheers, Lugh. Yep -- it's definitely lyrics, not a poem.

Up tempo too Delph.

da da dada da da da
da dada da da da
dada dada da da
dada da da dada da

Jangly guitar
Loose jazz percussion
Double bass
Deep male voice (could work)
Lead guitar solo mid way

Gospel / R&B crossover style

Johnny Cash - Folsom Prison would be a close contender to what I'm thinking...

[Salvador Oria]

If you don't mind, I'll squeeze this one in whilst delph, the scissors witch, is not around.... forgive me

The headache was killing me,
this migraine as docs call it
has been a sombre shadow
cast upon me through genetics
since I was very young.
Oh, yes my grandma had it
and before her, her own.
I was told by the physicians
that migraines jump generations
shite, I thought, shite
and it had to land in mine?

Then I walked to the doc's house
the so-called National Health.
Have you, by chance, ever felt
that you are a laboratory mouse?
When the man in white apron comes
and says 'now we'll try TCP, it seems
it works. Come here, raise your sleeve'
to pull a trigger in you mind
shooting in it a clearcut response:
it is not we, nor him, its me!

© 2006 Salvador Oria aka Argie

[Louis P. Burns aka Lugh]

Hi Argie,

Thanks for posting, although I'm a bit confused. How is this poem related to marijuana?

Cheers...

[Catherine Edmunds]

Good question. I suspect because doctors will offer you all sorts of inappropriate medication for a migraine (eg, TCP) when actually all you need is an appropriate smoke...

Here's one I've just penned. It's rough and ready, so critique appreciated to help me knock it into shape.

No title as yet.

'just building a spliff' he said
and he turned away briefly
deft fingers knowing their way

he was back in seconds
to chat breathe relax
be himself once again
without the pain of his spine leg hip shoulders mind
free to be with me just for a while
to smile, have a laugh, tell me tales
about cats neighbours gangsters glasgow
carstairs carruthers and knitting
a scarf
for a sheep

'just building a spliff'
he said one last time
when the pain
returned

now it's gone
so sleep
rest in peace
dearest friend

(for JDS)

[Louis P. Burns aka Lugh]

Well, you've asked for honest critique, so here goes.

It's fabulous Delph. No changes are necessary. I had ease reading this first time off and found no stumbling blocks or rythyms that needed tapped out. It flows magnificently and would lend itself well to performance by an actor / actress with access to a good microphone and preferably a minidisc recorder with USB and conversion to mp3 software.

True to a lot of your work, it also captures imagery like a high-end digital photo or short film. There are ambiences and shifts of light a-plenty at work in this poem.

Again, although at a technical level a tad difficult, this could be scripted to screenplay. I for one am/was there, a silent or off-screen witness. I felt his pain relieved with the spliffs. I know this feeling. I felt time lapsing between smokes and as a result felt the atmosphere and the friendship between you both...

Suggesting a name for this work might be quite a novel way of popularising it as well. May I suggest something like; 'Just A Spliff' or Healing Herbs? Obvious ones I know, but for me, they fit...

Nice one Delph. This would definitely work well with the Healing Herbs film. I would be honoured if you let us include it mate.

As for Argie's poem. I think perhaps he meant THC instead of TCP... Easy error to make considering English isn't his native tongue.

Cheers ...