Best Hookah Poems

I siphon the twilight ether
    like sweet smoke from apple wood
      I draw its magic IN, (as the kiss of a hookah)
       fill my being with the dewy air -
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hold still, eventide ...
   I am a capricious cad among wraiths,
     waltzing with a mop in
      a Marrakesh courtyard - catching stars
     as they drip with waxy and
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What if I ,
Saw a waist-coated white rabbit,
Pass and disappear down a hole
Would I think I was going quite mad
Or would I want to follow him
As he exclaimed I’m late!  I’m late!
For a very important date’……….
Of course I would follow him, for
I love adventure
A...

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she was a salamander of the sun
an enraptured reptile of the stars
dancing with the other campfire lizards
in the asphalt murrain
in the technomarshes
in the hookah parking lots
and mildewed shopping malls
on the internet
amongst the programmer punks
and hacker geeks
the tweeting tools
the facebook fools
sashaying through cyberspace

and in all the...

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DIARY NOTES : Mad-House Maths

March 30th., 2018 - Another day sets in Paris

The home-bound Octogenarian trundles from the Mall's town centre
Back laden with the day's shopping
His hands numb from clutching load-packed plastic bags during the two Kms and more
The sore reddish-smudge of a sun cocks...

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I sat there waiting
Waiting for you to show
Time kept passing
My heart at new low

Blank mind

I grabbed my purse
Got in my car
This night was a curse
I left the hookah bar

Perfect break up night
Sad music and snow
Replaying huigs so tight
It all feels like a screen show

Blank mind

It's...

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This white rabbit is having a hell of a day.
It started out good but ended in a bad way.

I woke up feeling marvelous and grand,
dressed up in my waistcoat, with my pocket-watch in hand.

I soon realized I had somewhere to be,
I forgot that I had...

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Exciting walk; barefoot on warm rock while cold spring water
burbles past me. “Hey! over here.” she calls. 
A puppet, my instinct guides me there again;
Creek ends in dark green pond. “Hi” I answer.

My body tingles with sensation sweet as wading I see her, 
waterfall roars...

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Time spent in Indian village, is - wisdom won plenty,
Wealth in the urn of common sense, here, never go empty...

Day here, though with chirps of birds, never dawns with no prayer,
Whether from Temple, mosque, church, Gurudwar - none does bother...

Sweeping, cleansing the courtyard; doing the...

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The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake – Part Twenty-Nine

“Sire!” cried a lame yea-sayer: “I know this mad hookah addict!”
“Then drag him here by the scruff of neck be it hook or by trick!
But first when thou seest him Jap-slap him before and after!”
The unfortunate crony jerked...

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Alice in Unreality Land

Tweedle Dee was acting frivolously dumb,
Whilst Mock Turtle’s face sullen and glum.
Not unusually White Rabbit was late,
Alice grew large compressed in a gate.
Absent minded Dodo, helpful so polite,
Gryphon has wings but cannot take flight.
A Cat from Cheshire grinning ear to ear,
The Queen...

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Lonely in the darkness 
company kept at home
not in the mood for
tonight, walking the streets 
again, familiar haunting 

Lonely in the darkness 
My breath forming and flying 
like hookah smoke
it twirls and dissipates 
leaving my sight, entering void

Lonely in the darkness 
the lamp-lights spotlight 
fixed...

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A blank canvas 
an empty stage 
darkness in the primordial 
vacuum of stars and space 
a jug not yet filled 
a reed flute hallow
yearning for the paint 
yearning for the actors
yearning for the light
yearning for the water
yearning for the lips, breath 

We assembled that night...

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I felt an anxiety attack approach,
as I was Perched on my mushroom.
So I reached for my anti-foreboding dope,
with my hookah ready to consume.

As I inhaled the first hit on my fungal chair,
I felt the unease dissipate.
As a large smoke ring went into the air,
my nervousness...

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Afternoon is sleeping like a snake.
Crossing the hot noon of summer
she is breathing now in the bamboo-clump
which way a farmer tastes his hookah
sitting under the margin-tree in a sun-burnt field.

Afternoon spreads the burnt smell of tobacco.
The lovers of Summer, inhaling the intoxication 
of tobacco-flowers, wait...

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