One Single Impression: Smoke
Remember When
where there's fire there's smoke
us kids on the loose in town
thousand eyes watching
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where there's fire there's smoke
us kids on the loose in town
thousand eyes watching
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Don't Remember When
smokey bar in town
whiskey sours -- rye on the rocks
he don't like the smoke
whiff and sniff the air
much cleaner breath found next door
no one here he finds
lonesome -- on the town
back he goes cigar in mouth
smoke rings now he blows
sips fine bourbon laced with gin
sicker than a louse he got
puked his guts all night
he'll blame it on the cigar
'twas smoke done him in
Copyright © 2009 Jimmiehov. All Rights Reserved
smokey bar in town
whiskey sours -- rye on the rocks
he don't like the smoke
whiff and sniff the air
much cleaner breath found next door
no one here he finds
lonesome -- on the town
back he goes cigar in mouth
smoke rings now he blows
sips fine bourbon laced with gin
sicker than a louse he got
puked his guts all night
he'll blame it on the cigar
'twas smoke done him in
Copyright © 2009 Jimmiehov. All Rights Reserved
Tag: One Single Impression Smoke is this week's prompt
Brought by Deborah Godin of the The Cloud Messinger blogTag: Jim's OSI
Also on May 5, 2015, I linked this post with Kerry O'Connor
at the Real Toads, The Tuesday Platform
The same may go for poetry? (whatever, I enjoy painting with the words!)
Labels: Driving Pictures, Fire, Humor, One Single Impression, Smoke
posted by Jim @ 3/29/2009 12:03:00 AM
27 comments
27 Comments:
Jim--
These made me laugh right out loud!
Smoke always does us in...in a good way, I think!
Thanks for these--and you have a great Sunday!
Nice one here:) Indeed thats what smoke does:)
That was fun. A good image portrayed.
My grandmother once told that as a punishment for taking one of her father's cigars,he made her smoke the box!
She never smoked again.
Thank you for the poem and the memory.
yup that was good , :)
Jim,
I had never had a drink or smoked until I joined the USAF and left my small hometown so long ago when I was still sowing oats...lol
I do recall as a child everyone in our small town runing outside ant time they heard the fire truch which was driven by volunteers.
Thos were the days when we all knew everyone in town...and when a stranger or relative came to visit.
I remember my Dad catching me smoking and making me smoke a cigar. I turned green.
These were great and really took me back, Jim! :]
Yup. Blame the cigar!
I enjoyed these, Jim. God bless--and thanks for reading my little piece about the biz of making maple syrup!
Two smokes done him in - great line. I like the contrast between the first poem where the smoke draws the characters in and the second where it drives him out.
Oh yes, that has the sound of a real "lost weekend" or some such! Love the photo. too!
I love the use of the phrase "in town" and the play between "loose in town" and "lonesome on the town." The contrast between the kids (as in a group, not alone) living so fast and furious leaving a trail of smoke, and the loner with the loneliness burning him up with booze and smoke... there's humor here but keen observation as well.
I like the fact we chose different variations on the same first line.
Wow! These are terrific! Fun and more!
These are delightful. I especially like the first one. and the play on where there's smoke there's fire. Well done.
I don't drink nor smoke although my Dad does. It's going through all those years of smoky air that makes my brothers and I keep away.
Cigar smoke would be worse. *cough cough* :P
Nicely done Jim- good contrast between the 2 poems!
Cigars can make you green..but I love that smell. My brother blamed the cigars (what he told my foks)- after drinking late at night.
I like this one Jim..
hi jim, youth is wasted on the young... the poetic story is sorta sad... searching like a bar where everyone knows your name in a subtle sorta way... aint nothin more lonely than drinkin by oneself in a crowd... ahh it's the jd gets ya everytime...
well different times, different shades, different memories..........................
I liked those small towns of old, where the thousand watching eyes kept us more or less safe and good.
The booze might have done it, but I'm sure the smoke didn't help.
LOVE the Degas quote! Applies to any art form, I think.
Ah enjoyed this delightful piece..! And how ironic :D we wrote on the same topic!
Lots of love
Sanaa
Ha. Charming. I think some people think of smoke as company! But perhaps he should lighten up on the gin. Your work has a kind of homey sweetness that is lovely. I mean that in the best sense and say it in light of your Degas quote. Thanks. K.
Ha, what could we do except keeping of a good face or fake compliance to the gossip...?
I like the two views of smoke you have presented here - that of fire and cigar.
LOL smoking cigars is not for everyone.
Thanks for dropping in at my blog
i read an article which says -The Haley's comet shower, however will last through May 20th- you may still be able to see some of it
much love...
Yes, it was the smoke/cigar's fault. :)
Much cleaner next door. Isn't that always what we think?
Good one, Jim. I say, blame the smoke!
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