Poetry Perusal While Pipe Smoking

[macaroni]

I often consider, while pipe smoking, non-linear thoughts and serendipitous illumination. Poetry helps me with this.

Disparate forms of verse that I've considered recently range from various haikus to the more Western offerings from Carl Sandburg.

However, tonight I'm drawn most to the hebraic beauty and power of Psalms 83 and 91. Perhaps my inclination tonight, in part, is due to what Wordsworth aptly noted, "The world is too much with us; . . ." But not due wholly to current events. And happily so.
kindly,
mike

 

[David D. Davidson]

I was enjoying some poems by Billy Collins this evening, I’m clearly consuming much lighter fare

 

[Zero]

I am well aware that I am a brute beast.

 

[DeaconPiper]

Reading Alistair MacLeod is a wonderful experience while piping. He writes prose, but like a poet. I'm partial to the Tang poets myself, but W.S. Merwin is among my favorite American poets. Superb in the spring.

 

[romaso]

Pipe and Pouch: The Smoker's Own Book of Poetry by Joseph Knight​

Pipe and Pouch: The Smoker's Own Book of Poetry by Joseph Knight

Free kindle book and epub digitized and proofread by volunteers.

www.gutenberg.org

 

[warren]

I enjoy poetry I can relate to so, my favorite would be Robert Service.

 

[Sam Gamgee]

I'm a big fan of Longfellow.

 

[bullet08]

Good ole Rabbie Burns poems followed by some single malt and some piobaireachd, preferably a lament.

 

[HawkeyeLinus]

I’m lazy - I let someone else read it while I watch or listen.

 

[Sam Gamgee]

I'm thinking of grabbing a copy of this simply for the cover design!

Made in the Image: Plain Poems - Canon Press

canonpress.com

 

[RPK]

"Pipe Smoker"

By Robert Service

Because I love the soothing weed
And am of sober type,
I'd choose me for a friend in need
A man who smokes a pipe.
A cove who hasn't much to say,
And spits into the fire,
Puffing like me a pipe of clay,
Corn-cob or briar.

A chap original of thought,
With cheery point of view,
Who has of gumption quite a lot,
And streaks of humour too.
He need not be a whiskered sage,
With wisdom over-ripe:
Just give me in the old of age
A pal who smokes a pipe.​

A cigarette may make for wit,
Although I like it not;
A good cigar, I must admit,
Gives dignity to thought.
But as my glass of grog I sip
I never, never gripe
If I have for companionship
A guy who smokes a pipe

 

[El Capitán]

I am very partial to a poem by William Earnest Henly titled:

Invictus

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul …