The world knows your business child; there's nothing anonymous ... about alcohol. Them drunks like to show off ... yes, they like to show their strength. They beat women like bongo drums.
Them gal down at the factories, they love a man on cannabis; a mellow man - in a constant mellow mood, always hungry for a good cook and good food.
Their pencils are always sharpened, ready to write - in rain, sun, or sleet; Not so with them funky drunks, theirs are more eraser and less lead. they'll erase even wet dreams, their pencils are nothing but dead, carcasses for the crows.
Write love on puffs of cannabis clouds just like Nesta Marley did. How bloody is Mary after glasses of your spirit poured out? love is forever yours Mary Jane, my darling and consort. A finger will never hurt thee.
Nice poem, Nabii, as usual, you are a keen observer and thinker. This poem popped up on the bar above and I couldn't help commenting. And I imagined Bob Marley singing it. You are a talented poet, Nabii, of the type who makes us think. Thank you.
Odette67Penrith, Cumbria, England UKJun 28, 2011
A superb poem nabii
nabiiOPCincinnati, Ohio USAJun 29, 2011
Thanks a lot guys. I believe poetry is a verbal painting of what we've seen, heard, tasted,smelt, and feel; it should be interesting.
BilliegirlNotre-dame de la Salette, Quebec CanadaJun 29, 2011
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