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Bogart
An empty cistern waiting for rain,
collecting dust: a graveyard
collecting bones.
So why the long fences?
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to keep the dead where they belong...haven't you been paying attention?
I really like this one. No sure why the title...tried to see it as the man and the slang usage as well and sometimes you are just a tough nut to crack.
must need more meds to keep up.
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I've also been enjoying applying this to all sorts of things, also still trying to figure out the title. Don't tell.
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been away
comes back
with a Bogard
- the partially blind semi bald eagle
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I don't know why bogard turned the light on, but it did.
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Bogard makes for a nice double meaning and I was aware of that when I used it, although it has little relevance to the first level of the poem.
Where you've heard it. "Hey man don't bogard the spliff!"
The actual title does relate to the poem. However I will not divulge anything else as I have my orders from ellacommander general salamander.
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Haven't you heard? Necrophilia is all the rage in today's youth culture!
Serious note: The poem seems to work better without dwelling on this too much (I can drum up a hundred reasons why a reservoir or a graveyard should be fenced up, with only half of them being ridiculous). It would work even better, though, if I had a bit more context, especially regarding the title...
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Aufhören, dass ist verboten!
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Big baby  Don't pay no mind to no haglet. Spill it, your thread, and we're dense, reveal your brilliance. 
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It's actually no big deal. The poem ends with "Why the long fences?" Which is of course a play on "why the long face?" Who was known for a long face? Humphrey Bogart. Then it of course has the sounds like relation to "Bogard" which has to do with hogging the joint. The second level of the poem poem is describing THC addiction. The first level describes any recurring negative process. The coming of rain is equal to the end of war, drought, an epidemic and so on. More in depth on the second level.
"An empty cistern waiting for rain,
collecting dust: a graveyard
collecting bones."
The cistern is the brain. Smoking pot degrades one's memory and initiative, so after a few years of smoking pot the brain in many cases is metaphorically "empty". However because of the impaired memory and lack of desire, the brain never receives the needed stimulus (rain) to progress and so in a sense it dies (stalls), becoming the graveyard collecting bones. Bones=worthlessness. People might think that this implies I am for the drug war or other such drivel. I am not. I am for true freedom, which means we are free to be stupid. This is simply an observation. I have also observed that one can live live a life free of drugs and it be even more senseless than the drug user. So don't get me wrong and think I am grinding an agenda.
I guess the point was what Bogart/bogard that dealt with the second level related to pot. So in the end, it was just a silly play on words. Not much of a poem really, just a bit of fun; no brilliance at all. 
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(04-25-2015, 10:19 AM)Erthona Wrote: It's actually no big deal. The poem ends with "Why the long fences?" Which is of course a play on "why the long face?" Who was known for a long face? Humphrey Bogart. Then it of course has the sounds like relation to "Bogard" which has to do with hogging the joint. The second level of the poem poem is describing THC addiction. The first level describes any recurring negative process. The coming of rain is equal to the end of war, drought, an epidemic and so on. More in depth on the second level.
"An empty cistern waiting for rain,
collecting dust: a graveyard
collecting bones."
The cistern is the brain. Smoking pot degrades one's memory and initiative, so after a few years of smoking pot the brain in many cases is metaphorically "empty". However because of the impaired memory and lack of desire, the brain never receives the needed stimulus (rain) to progress and so in a sense it dies (stalls), becoming the graveyard collecting bones. Bones=worthlessness. People might think that this implies I am for the drug war or other such drivel. I am not. I am for true freedom, which means we are free to be stupid. This is simply an observation. I have also observed that one can live live a life free of drugs and it be even more senseless than the drug user. So don't get me wrong and think I am grinding an agenda.
I guess the point was what Bogart/bogard that dealt with the second level related to pot. So in the end, it was just a silly play on words. Not much of a poem really, just a bit of fun; no brilliance at all.
Dale Hi dale,
This is not much of a poem, just a silly play on words. Just a bit of fun, no brilliance at all...but what's wrong with that, I wanna know, so here we go....again.
I like it...kiss of death?
Best,
tectak (Now in Bakewell for the Food Festival)
I like it.
The cistern is always empty as long as we do not fill it.
The graveyard is a different thing: It reminds me a book - "Der grüne Heinrich" - where the bones of the deceased are buried in a very ground consisted of the bones of those who preceded them.
Bones in bones, thus.
The fence is made to warn us against this fat feed which is death.
One - with the long face - could have said: "dig it again, Sam".
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Tom and Bannister,
Thanks guys.
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(04-16-2015, 03:20 AM)Erthona Wrote: Bogart
An empty cistern waiting for rain,
collecting dust: a graveyard
collecting bones.
So why the long fences?
Erthona
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i have no idea what inspired this one but i love the play on words
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