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Posted: **Sun Sep 24, 2006 12:49 am**

Weed Poetry Anyone?

Hi. This is an invitation to all active members who want to become involved in our Healing Herbs production.

If any active members have poems they have written about marijuana, or for that matter any writing on marijuana but especially focusing on the healing/pain relieving qualities of marijuana. Can they please post them into here? In return and in keeping with the spirit of community arts and collaborative new media, your work will be uploaded to the Healing Herbs section of our domain and you will be fully credited for your input.

Perhaps you have drawings or paintings on the same theme. They too are welcome. It is the aim of Upstate Renegade Productions to overthrow the ridiculous legislation still dogging medical marijuana users. We hope to embarrass the government into easing up on disabled people's civil and human right to relieve their pain through what is at the end of the day a simple weed that has been used in many cultures for centuries.

Why should/would anyone poison themselves with prescription medications that keep doctors and pharmaceutical companies floating in sickening amounts of cash? Nature has provided a plant that does the same thing. Why should disabled people become criminals because of the silly and outdated laws governing marijuana?

It's time the fat-cats were toppled. It's time to take back control. Don't forget; UK politician - Jack Straw's son was caught dealing hashish. Clearly, it's one rule for the government / their families and another law for us..!

Peace...

Posted: **Sun Sep 24, 2006 3:26 pm**

I did a love poem called "Hazy Jane" about 4 years ago. I'll see if I have a copy of it somewhere.

Posted: **Tue Sep 26, 2006 12:41 am**

one for the uk government
By Louis P. Burns aka Lugh © 2006. All Rights Reserved.

pains rivet my spine
weed and good friends relieve this
why is health a crime?

Posted: **Sun Oct 01, 2006 8:03 pm**

When I see the phrase 'weed poetry' I think about 'weed' on Bill and Ben...

flobalob...

Posted: **Sun Oct 01, 2006 8:15 pm**

well, if ever there were two stoners to hit the big time, it was them

weeeeeeeed - flubbalubbalubbalub

Posted: **Tue Oct 03, 2006 5:09 pm**

Dear Lugh:

Way down on this same poetry section there is a poem of mine in this connection: Side Effects.

The first side effect was that nobody apparently cared to say anything about it, probably under the weed's influence, or side effects if you wish...

Posted: **Tue Oct 03, 2006 6:14 pm**

Argie wrote:Dear Lugh:

Way down on this same poetry section there is a poem of mine in this connection: Side Effects.

The first side effect was that nobody apparently cared to say anything about it, probably under the weed's influence, or side effects if you wish...

Thanks Sal mate

I appreciate your input. Can you click on edit at that page and copy it over into here please? Each participant has to submit their own work. For me to copy it is to break a serious rule from my own handbook on creativity.

Nice one Argie

Posted: **Tue Oct 03, 2006 6:22 pm**

Side-effects

Smoke billows drifted around
after the long retained breath
hissed out grey and spent
and the pungent sweet scent
of stratified palls
filled the room...
Connections switched
sensations bewitched
us both,
sounds and senses and love;
and your mouth
was wide open,
gasping, as your heart was.

The heavy silken curtains
embroidered in threads
woven from past lives
whose ghosts are still present
in the old house
were not enough to stop
a golden ray
that crept through
a crack in the window frame
and hit me
right in the eye:
it doesn't matter
if you are here,
nor whether 'tis day
or night.
It did, but not now.

© 2006 Salvador Oria

This was posted in a thread of its own under the same name around mid 2006. Has some gothic elements...

Glad to have it here now, boss!

Posted: **Tue Oct 10, 2006 8:12 pm**

Argie wrote:
Side-effects

Smoke billows drifted around
after the long retained breath
hissed out grey and spent
and the pungent sweet scent
of stratified palls
filled the room...
Connections switched
sensations bewitched
us both,
sounds and senses and love;
and your mouth
was wide open,
gasping, as your heart was.

The heavy silken curtains
embroidered in threads
woven from past lives
whose ghosts are still present
in the old house
were not enough to stop
a golden ray
that crept through
a crack in the window frame
and hit me
right in the eye:
it doesn't matter
if you are here,
nor whether 'tis day
or night.
It did, but not now.

© 2006 Salvador Oria
This was posted in a thread of its own under the same name around mid 2006. Has some gothic elements...

Glad to have it here now, boss!

I agree with you entirely Salvador. This is just perfect.

Can you now post the same poem, but without quotes or replies from anyone on here? Then we can discuss this further. Wonderful, textured and sensual work my friend.

Cheers

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Posted: **Wed Oct 11, 2006 10:44 am**

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

Posted: **Wed Oct 11, 2006 12:05 pm**

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

How do you know?

Posted: **Wed Oct 11, 2006 4:20 pm**

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.

Posted: **Wed Oct 11, 2006 4:31 pm**

spacecadet wrote: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

...

Posted: **Wed Oct 11, 2006 9:09 pm**

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?

Posted: **Wed Oct 11, 2006 9:47 pm**

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.