Pokes Corner

Discussion in 'The Artist's Corner' started by rain dancer, Oct 6, 2014.

  1. This will be where ill leave my thoughts, rather than clutter my grow journals. I tend to rhyme

    I sit alone and look upon the artists golden chair,
    And recognize immediately, that nobody is there.
    The echo of a ripple of reflection from a mirror,
    Mona lisa gives a stare forever says i do not care.
    The city where the roots grow from the toes into cement,
    And smoke is thicker than a hotbox, all sitting silent.
    A blade of grass became a patch,
    A patch became a field,
    A field became a city,
    And grasscity was revealed.

    And so it goes that poke began his journey up the stairs,
    He over shared, he over cared, overreacted, over beared.
    But love it isnt free it cost the heart a heavy tax,
    But love it comes right back when you find peace,
    When you relax.

    The friends they came and seeds arrived,
    And grass began to grow,
    Some people got so fuckin stoned,
    They almost tried to mow. :blink:
    Some danced some drank, some had some sex,
    Some chilled and some complained,
    Some guys like poke made plans to meet,
    And chilled with the wax payne :p (giggety)

    They dabbed in oil, smoked the hash,
    Consumed authentic spice,
    And by that i mean mexican,
    Tortas, beans and rice!

    They stumbled home and back to life,
    And found their peace of heaven,
    But all remained true to the herb,
    And smoked it twenty four- seven :smoke:
     
  2. That was rather good, i digged it! good stuff
     
  3. ❤️
     
  4. #4 Cawdswallup, Oct 12, 2014
    Last edited by a moderator: Oct 12, 2014
    Codswallop's thread was my shining moment. I also played host to an Atheist thread that worked up a lot of steam.

    Long live poke's corner!
     
  5. Subbed.

    I'll be checkin in here :smoke:
     
  6. Also subbed.


    Sub sandwich.
     
  7. You know i ate a frozen sub sandwhich last week,

    Wasnt easy.

    Cant say i recommend it. :smoke:
     
  8. Done that.
    S'okay. Not bad.
     
  9. I like freezing cold, but once the bread becomes ice, ive passed go, and cannot collect 200 dollars lol
     
  10. I always get sent to jail and I can never find my 'get out of jail free card'.
     
  11. Haha, i buy Them off my family and hide them under the board....like a damn politician :cool:
     
  12. Sleep does not come easy for me,
    Shadows creep at night,
    My thoughts bounce around inside,
    My eyes catch every light.

    I envy those whos lights turnoff,
    Without so much a care,
    Headlights that beam into the night,
    And darkness eats my stare.
     
  13. Stoner wisdom #1 - "Smaller bics are cooler, but they run outta fluid faster"


    >.>

    <.<
     
  14. Stoner wisdom #2 - The world first accidental scientist probably thought, "i set herbs on fire and strange things happen. I am hungry. Her ass looks nice."
     
  15. Insomnia, insomnia, you plague me through the night.
    I fight you from the late hours, into the morning light...
     
  16. Sub'd

    I got pain in bones but a smile on my face.
    I can't let this day go to waste.
     
  17. Sativas are lanky
    Kushes are stout
    If i dont find my fuckin lighter so i can spark this doobie ima gonna shout...



    im no poet but there is my contribution for now poke
     
  18. Both of those poems were beautiful :)
     
  19. My mother is a fag,
    My father is a dyke,
    And you really gotta ask what I like?
    I don't have gender nor a preference,
    I'm just a big queer on a venire,
    I'm sold secrets and trickery,
    And trickery is real when you give me a deal..


    Sent from my iPhone using Grasscity Forum
     
  20. Heres a highdea.....if i run outta likes and i go back and unlike a bunch of old posts, do i get to recycle my likes? :lol:

    [​IMG]
     

Share This Page