Geeta Radhakrishna Menon (1/9/2019 12:04:00 PM)
This is a poem that all should read specially people who smoke.
.My father had to lose his voice,
Since he had no other choice.
Very sad to hear about this Rajnish ji. (Report) Reply
Kumarmani Mahakul (12/14/2018 12:11:00 PM)
Smoking is an addiction. If one is habituated once he can’t avoid it easily. Inspite of statutory warning on the cigar pack saying Cigaratte smoking is injurious to health yet some smoke regularly which causes cancer at the end.Dear Manga ji, you have astutely delineated this poem having an awreness on smoking to the present society through a burning example. Full vote. (Report) Reply
Rohan Bendre (7/26/2018 11:36:00 PM)
Condolences to your father I agree with red soul Tobacco products should be banned please read my new
poem titled police afsar ko nyay ek natak and give your valuable feedback urge as people as you can to participate (Report) Reply
Red Soul (6/23/2018 3:00:00 AM)
My condolences for your father Mr Manga. I wish we had better governments that would have created more awareness about this issue rather than just letting corporates make a lot of money by selling tobacco related products. Have a nice day sir. (Report) Reply
Red Soul (6/23/2018 2:59:00 AM)
A very significant poem given the times we live in. A few days ago I saw a newspaper report that said more than 60% Indians, almost 2/3rd of the population are unaware of the dangers of smoking and/or chewing tobacco. What is also disheartening is that shops sell loose cigarettes, a lot of time to minors – both criminal offences. (Report) Reply
Michael Walker (5/13/2018 10:59:00 PM)
A very topical poem, as smoking is still widespread in my country. People do not
learn from evidence about the harmful, often fatal, effect of smoking. I gave up at thirty,
one of the best decisions I ever made: another one was to give up alcohol completely,
and find greater happiness in other ways. A fine poem; good to see your numbers getting up. (Report) Reply
Robert Murray Smith (4/25/2018 1:23:00 AM)
Yes, those of my generation were ignorant of the harm smoking caused. This poem adds a warning to all today.+++10 (Report) Reply
Unwritten Soul (4/12/2018 6:22:00 AM)
It really sad to know that the dear one to us had to live with this, and this really made an impact to us for sure, and it not just a warning to others but a strong one from heart as you have this personal experience. Smoking to is like an addiction that we bought for nothing but dangerous…to smokers, it may fun..but that fun is just a mask of real thing. Nice work Sir (Report) Reply
Loke Kok Yee (2/10/2018 12:09:00 AM)
In my country, the younger generation are less incline to pick up smoking, probably because of less peer pressure. The older people who smokes are a dying generation anyway. Nevertheless, your advice in a fine poem is a timely reminder. Thank you my friend (Report) Reply
Muzahidul Reza (1/14/2018 7:17:00 AM)
Give up smoking if you smoke,
Shun the urge, it might choke. one of the good advices, thanks for sharing the poem with us, +++++ 10 (Report) Reply
Agosto Lunedi (12/31/2017 4:07:00 PM)
My father smoked when he was young, but gave it up when he married my mother. He lived to be 86. She never smoked, but she died of leukemia at age 44. Life is unpredictable.
You gave given good advice. All smokers should seriously consider your words. Well done. (Report) Reply
David Wood (12/28/2017 6:18:00 AM)
Ah Smoking, my father smoked and he died young. ’tis a daft habit and an expensive one too. A thoughtful poem all smokers should read. (Report) Reply
Valsa George (12/27/2017 3:59:00 AM)
You have passed on a valuable message to all smokers and warned them with a personal example! Though people are now a little more conscious of the adverse effect of smoking, still there are some who are addicted to this deadly habit! A very appealing poem in beautiful rhyming couplets! (Report) Reply
Laurie Van Der Hart (12/24/2017 9:13:00 PM)
Very good advice, Rajnish. Such a tragic story about your father. May it motivate others to think and wisely not to smoke. (Report) Reply
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No Smoking
By Shane P Ward
After 28 years I kicked ‘the habit’. Having survived non smoking for a whole week, I thought I would share the benefit of my idiocy with others.
At last I quit the coffin nails, those dreaded cancer sticks.
I yield to them no longer. I shall not require ‘a fix’.
My master is not cigarettes. From now on it is me.
Tis I who rule my life and I will live in it smoke free.
Why did I start? It does not matter. Reasons count but one.
There’s no good way to justify decisions clearly dumb.
But it was my decision. I admit that to my peers.
And so I smoked the dreaded weed for twenty eight long years!
Did I enjoy a cigarette? Yes there were quite a few.
Especially after food or if I had a drink or two.
But there were many, many more not nice or sweet sublime,
when Mr Nicotine required attention all the time.
In all the years I smoked I was supported by
those who
Because they smoked, like me, enjoyed reciprocation too.
Collusion fed collective myths of social interaction.
The club required participants of ‘ciggy satisfaction’.
We had one thing in common (Not withstanding coughs and choking).
The group was barred from many a place by these two words, ‘No Smoking’.
I s’pose for those who did not smoke there had to be a club
excluding those whose lives were ruled by smoke and filtered stub.
The smokers often scorned those who did not lay out the cash
to buy some fags, then burn it, turning money into ash.
How could ‘non-smokes’ appreciate indifference to wealth?
Or understand our cavalier disdain towards our health?
I know. I was that smoker and embraced that dreadful role.
Until it hit me suddenly that I had no control.
My life was run by cigarettes, so firm was my conviction
that something had to change. I had to cast out my addiction.
With patches at the ready and my will power on top.
I picked a day to quit the stick and then I’d simply stop.
And that I did, one Sunday morning, filled with self belief,
which crumbled two hours later as the habit caused me grief.
Was it hard to stop? You betchya! Every single day.
Some minutes seemed like hours till the craving went away.
I conjured up so many good excuses to give in.
But I was so determined that tobacco would not win.
The war raged on inside my head. Withdrawal was no fun.
But I could stop it all with just one cigarette. Just one.
So tempting was the subtle, slimy, wheedling, nagging voice.
And yet I knew that ‘just one more’ would leave me with no choice.
I had to shut my ears and eyes and mind to that foul creature.
I had to be the student and I had to be the teacher.
I had to practice what I preached. I had to be a bore.
I had to do whatever it would take to smoke no more.
The first day was the worst until the second day became.
The third day was the worst and then the fourth was much the same.
The fifth day? That was not so bad but bad enough to bear
But then I felt the sixth day I had got it beat. So there!
And now a week has passed and I am finally smoke free.
The fog has lifted from my life. T’was worth the agony.
Of course the cravings come and go – and will do for a time
But I’m no longer listening. To start again? A crime!
Already, in a single week, (and smokers you may scoff)
In health and wealth, in self esteem, I find I’m better off.
My life belongs to me again. I must have been so thick
to be a slave to nicotine – that smelly cancer stick!
Of course there’s nought that irritates like new reformed non-smokers
They bore you with self righteous statements. Verbal red hot pokers.
I count myself amongst them so my smoker friends beware.
I’ll tell you I can smell your smoke in rooms and clothes and hair.
Telling you to stop is not what I would like to do.
The reason that I quit was choice. The same is up to you.
To quit is hard, I don’t deny it. Really it’s no joke.
But if you can withstand the strain, you’ll not return to smoke.
And finally a warning – and I say this in good heart.
If you have never ever smoked – then never ever start.
If you think that it’s cool to smoke then just try stopping it.
You’ll find it’s easier not to start, than smoking is to quit.
Stop Smoking
By Alon Calinao Dy
It’s no secret,
Cigarette smoking is a deadly habit,
Whether you like it or not,
It already killed a lot…
It sets you free,
Free to be productive and healthy,
Free to have a happy family,
As you can’t enjoy being a retiree.
It’s dangerous to your health,
A leading cause of lung cancer death,
My dear friend, stop smoking now,
Save your life and your dreams of tomorrow.
How many times you’ve been told,
That your life does matter and can’t be sold,
How many times in a year,
People have died of lung cancer?
Yes, you’re young and full of spirit,
Who takes for granted smoking threat,
Perhaps, you’ll not see now the effect,
And laugh at me like an insect.
It is always your choice,
And my only piece of advice,
Take good care of your health,
Because it’s your greatest wealth.
Stop Smoking
By Breanna Wilson
Toxins in;
never to come out
your lungs, if they could
would scream and shout
Your teeth; how yellow
your; how bad
but somehow, without one,
you tend to feel sad
It’s more than a habit;
it’s an addiction
these are all facts;
i’m not speaking fiction
your body will rot;
inside and out
nasty things will happen;
as you’ll soon find out
So heed the warnings;
and listen to what I say,
stop smoking now;
because you won’t any other day
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| Distant Pain | Patrick Collier | Free verse | smoking, anger, crush, cute love, | |||
| White Rabbit Inc | Rebecca Credeur | Rhyme | smoking, humorous, | |||
| Sherlock and Watson | Tania Kitchin | Limerick | smoking, fun, | |||
| frosty facetiae | david lines | Dramatic Verse | smoking, humorous, | |||
| One With Gun is Majority | Chime Justice Ndubuisi | Didactic | smoking, funeral, violence, war, world, | |||
| NEW YEAR RESOLUTIONS | Jim Yerman | Verse | smoking, new year, new years | |||
| Smoking Sun Steam | Chantelle Anne Cooke | Rhyme | smoking, angst, courage, feelings, love, | |||
| HAPPY NEW YEAR | Robert Broadbent | Rhyme | smoking, new year, | |||
| In The Warmth Of The Morning | sidney dugan | Rhyme | smoking, allah, appreciation, mystery, nature, | |||
| Plenty Puddles Of | Freddie Robinson Jr. | Ode | smoking, allusion, perspective, truth, violence, | |||
| Better Off A Cowboy, Part I | David Welch | Cowboy | smoking, change, growing up, growth, | |||
| glances smookes | Allan Terry | Ballade | smoking, cute, joy, love, | |||
| The Smoker | Maurice Rigoler | Light Verse | smoking, dark, humor, | |||
| Your Next Door Neighbor | John Bertin | List | smoking, humor, humorous, | |||
| SWANKY DOO WOOP | Allan Terry | Didactic | smoking, music, | |||
| The Night Runner | Andrew Fairchild | Free verse | smoking, conflict, confusion, endurance, love, | |||
| The Passion with which I write | James West | Free verse | smoking, bible, god, growth, life, | |||
| Burst Into Flames | Freddie Robinson Jr. | Romanticism | smoking, allusion, feelings, love, romance, | |||
| TODAYS SPRIT OF CHRISTMAS | kurtis scott aka curtis futch jr | Prose Poetry | smoking, adventure, anniversary, blessing, | |||
| HAYDAY | Ragnar Blondal | Free verse | smoking, feelings, happiness, i love | |||
| SNOW CHRISTMAS AND COLD | kurtis scott aka curtis futch jr | Prose Poetry | smoking, adventure, image, | |||
| Mirror Man | James Kelley | Free verse | smoking, anxiety, depression, faith, i | |||
| WINTER AND HOT FOOD | kurtis scott aka curtis futch jr | Prose Poetry | smoking, desire, | |||
| No Offense But You Stink | Caren Krutsinger | Rhyme | smoking, 10th grade, 11th grade, | |||
| Wild Nature | Lynn D. | Enclosed Rhyme | smoking, nature, | |||
| My Rock and Roll Lessons | charles berry | Light Verse | smoking, america, | |||
| Fire Cypher | James West | Free verse | smoking, hip hop, rap, | |||
| The Faded Photograph | Dear Heart | Verse | smoking, nostalgia, | |||
| Harmonic Narcotic | Tamara Myles | ABC | smoking, death, death of a | |||
| Baby Shoes | Robin Regan | Free verse | smoking, life, loss, lost, sad, | |||
| ENCOUNTER PART III | Phatt Matt | I do not know? | smoking, adventure, angel, appreciation, change, | |||
| Wood Puppets | Earl Schumacker | Free verse | smoking, identity, judgement, relationship, tree, | |||
| License to Breathe | Freddie Robinson Jr. | Dramatic Verse | smoking, imagery, metaphor, perspective, truth, | |||
| His Black Powder Cigar | Dear Heart | Free verse | smoking, life, | |||
| Confusion | Wendy Boutin | I do not know? | smoking, 12th grade, 7th grade, | |||
| Innocent Gunplay | Freddie Robinson Jr. | Dramatic Monologue | smoking, dark, perspective, truth, violence, | |||
| A mother’s dilemma | Kevon Worrell | Rhyme | smoking, 12th grade, drug, for | |||
| Almodad Synagogue Sadness | Freddie Robinson Jr. | Dramatic Verse | smoking, death, imagery, spiritual, violence, | |||
| THIS GHOUL DOLLED UP | matthew harris | Free verse | smoking, autumn, boy, dark, holiday, | |||
| Two Steps Ahead | Freddie Robinson Jr. | Epic | smoking, conflict, spiritual, truth, wisdom, | |||
| Bonfire Night | Dave Timperley | Rhyme | smoking, celebration, childhood, children, community, | |||
| Hominy | Greig Turnbull | Free verse | smoking, addiction, atheist, change, drink, | |||
| NO SMOKEING | kurtis scott aka curtis futch jr | Prose Poetry | smoking, adventure, confusion, | |||
| Windpipe Malignancy | Freddie Robinson Jr. | Free verse | smoking, imagery, metaphor, truth, visionary, | |||
| Where Is Your Mind | Eric Nelson Manley Shelman | Lyric | smoking, adventure, allegory, analogy, desire, | |||
| Grilled cheese | Judge Burdon | Rhyme | smoking, break up, | |||
| The Hippie | Mario Vitale | Free verse | smoking, art, | |||
| Polly Jez | Freddie Robinson Jr. | Burlesque | smoking, allusion, identity, satire, word | |||
| Fix These Children Please | Caren Krutsinger | Light Verse | smoking, humorous, philosophy, | |||
| Something New | Winged Warrior | Rhyme | smoking, courage, dedication, motivation, |
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