WINNERS ANNOUNCED!! Partagas for Poets Week


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As I look down at the clock,

its just past 5 o’clock,

so I’m waiting for the thread to appear 

my e-mail pre typed for my dear

 push refresh still I see

24:24 Tuesday it be

 sir winnies are up

i push send with a thump 

I was quick today

di sends a reply 

another day I’ll have to try

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There once was a man from Brissie, Who got caught all up in a tizzy. Some fool posted on his forum, With a total lack of decorum. It certainly keeps his Mods busy!

Well, I'm in Japan - I have to do a haiku (tenka is beyond me, I'm afraid).   Amber glow at dusk My Glencairn my only mate Screw the universe

New to the forum Loves the 24:24 Humidor full, but still orders more Wife has not a clue the cost of the stash She just roll her eyes as I show off my ash As the night si

And I just burned my powder with “Ode to a Dropped Cigar” ? (15 likes btw!)- alas, perhaps inspiration will strike again  

 

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1 hour ago, MrBirdman said:

And I just burned my powder with “Ode to a Dropped Cigar” ? (15 likes btw!)- alas, perhaps inspiration will strike again  

 

Post it here anyways. I don't see any rules against it. It probably inspired/started this whole thing.

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Drift Away

It is light.

Lighter than this air,

This modern miasma

It rises above.

Through our barred windows,

Past the windows of our shuttered bars,

Beyond the throng of our emptied streets,

Above the silence of the lambs

And the baying of pigs.

And I drift away.

 

 

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I wait in order to enjoy

The mailman comes, Will it be hoy?

he passes along with nothing in hand

itll be another day, gray and bland

wait! What is this? As I open the door.

a box waits, i grab to explore

Where could it be from I immediately wondered

It was beautifully postmarked from the land down under

end
 

 

 

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No need for clocks, the cicadas know it's time

A scotch, a gin, what a mood you're in

Perhaps a rum and lime

With palate wet and a day to forget

your thoughts drift afar

to hints of leather in balmy weather

your friend, the Partagas cigar

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My fine cigars, you inspire me to write.

How I love the way you smolder and burn,

invading my mind day and though the night,

Always dreaming about the experience in yearn.

 

Let me compare you to a contender?

You are more vicious, delicious and soft.

Light winds shake the leafage of September,

And the smoke has begun to loft.

 

Now I must away with an aloft heart,

Remember my dull words whilst we're apart. 

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My cigars they hail from Havana,

And smoke in a wonderful manner,

Equipped with my lighter, life couldn't be brighter,

By God, I swear it's like manna!

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A time honored tradition from family to year,
A close knit community we hold so dear,
A glimpse of vacation, a mental respiration...

...Smell, cut, light, inhale,

Ash, inhale, repeat...


For nights when life has got you down,

For trips when when stress can not be found,

A wonderful celebration, idle hands in search of application...

...Smell, cut, light, inhale,

Ash, inhale, repeat...

 

Whether Monte, Party, or PLPC,

Cohiba, Upmann, Romeo & Juliet with an ‘y’,

Fresh and green with frustration, or beautiful aged temptation...

...Smell, cut, light, inhale,

Ash, inhale, repeat...
 

To our friends at the apt named FOH,

Who support, cater, commiserate

Without you we’re lost, cheers to Di, Moe, Ken, and the boss... We hope you get to...

...Smell, cut, light, inhale,

Ash, inhale, repeat...

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“I’m SPARTACUS”..

A man must accept his fate, and he must never hesitate, 

There has alway been a choice,
but I never ever, have them moist,

65 percent humidity, gives them real validity, 

Smell the aroma, clip the end, you will never be the same again,

Light one up and you will see, the truth will always set you free..

“I’m PARTAGAS”..

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Uwah! My first ever E2s - what a fantastic contest. Thanks to Prez and everyone at FoH, and all the poets who participated.

 

Burst of rich leather,

Beguiled by paprika 

Such is Partagas

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