Cannabis, Alcohol and Legislative Poetry Anyone?Cannabis can help develop new viewpoints

Responsible Choice is indebted to such poets as Matsuo Basho (1644 – 1694), Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792 – 1822) and Lord George Gordon Byron (1788 – 1824), and all of those who have had a dig at it. It is the process, not the result, which garners the soul with its most precious gifts.

All honest attempts at poetry are welcome. For haiku we are using the simple 17 syllable, 3 line (5 – 7 – 5) format. Responsible Choice reserves the right to delete any abusive, offensive, or just blatant spam poetry posted.

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Responsible Choice April 28, 2011 at 11:35 am


Yellow and yet frail

New and old gather quickly –

Puddle slowly stills.


Joy found in egg shell

Smile comes suddenly, then

Cloud looms low with rain


Can the I be still

Midst the spasm of his frame?

Smoke cloaks the pained moon

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Responsible Choice April 30, 2011 at 2:10 pm


Valuing all of this earth
Holds and binds us since our birth
Few recognise the true cost
Whenever our truth is lost
Blinded to all that is fair
Holdings will not accrue there
Following none besides wealth
Cannot lead to soul’s renewed health
Choice shall allow greater worth
Pains then transformed into mirth

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Responsible Choice May 20, 2011 at 12:42 pm

Boozed Up

Warm and strong I feel
Bit bigger and heaps tougher
Stare at me now
And we’re gunna have to start
Cos I’m in the mood mate
But I don’t mind if I stare at your girlfriend
Cos she’s hot
And when I’m on the piss
I’m down for the lovin
Anyway, anyhow.
I gots to get some
Glove or not
Fat or hot
Your shout cos I’m broke
Like my nose
Should’ve seen him but
and what’s with the chicks?
Get us a hot dog aye?

– Responsible Choice


Responsible Choice August 1, 2011 at 9:35 pm

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that, the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
two roads diverged in a wood, and I —
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

– Robert Frost


Em March 25, 2012 at 9:36 am

it takes strong words to stand against fools
but only silence to stand beside them


Responsible Choice April 19, 2012 at 3:37 am

Thanks Em 🙂


Responsible Choice April 19, 2012 at 3:37 am

The font of youth hangs
In answer to the I eternal –
Weathered map pages wrinkle
Leaves lay in dew
Under the autumn amber,
As she weeps bloody tears
Serene mist hangs
In eternal answer to the I.

– RC


Bron July 15, 2012 at 10:08 am

ash & the first law of thermodynamics

that was
is not ‘no longer’
just different.


Responsible Choice July 27, 2012 at 11:26 am

The Bridge

I am the bridge
Reaching from one side
To the Other
This life to the next
Ignorance to knowledge
Outer to Inner
Self to other
I am the bridge
Walk with me
And I will rise to meet your gait,
Follow your path –
I can take the weight.

– RC


Responsible Choice November 27, 2012 at 1:31 pm

River haiku

Rush with a burble
Leaves floating by as my thoughts do –
Beautiful and deep

Despite its mirror
The river doesn’t know her grace,
Reflective – but not

Pain takes my vision
Directing me inwardly,
Trees sway with the breeze

Form and grace divine
How far you have wandered now,
Cold depths become warm

There is no pretty
Only nature manifest –
And she is serene

I swim in the cold,
As if without choosing.
Then glory in warmth

If the opponent
Is me, how do I prevail?
Mastery of Self

Light counters the dark
But both need each for balance.
Frost is now water

– RC


Em December 16, 2012 at 10:11 am

waiting on the porch
I scratch my head too quickly
the cat runs away


Responsible Choice October 9, 2016 at 12:11 pm

My Silly Um

Upon the cool, dew-christened morn
Lay silent pins with dome caps worn
But dare I tread on hallowed ground
Within whose boundaries gold is found?
And thus I um’d and hesitated,
and so my journey was belated,
For I knew not what was in store
When one walks through the mushroom’s door

In this way, one day, then another
Passed by, whilst my fungal brother,
Spread his shelter ‘bove the grasses,
But for him time too so passes,
Yet the silo’s eye’s been cast
About upon his white stipe mast
And I, I paused to think once more,
What wonders lie past mushroom’s door

Then sudden downpours, clouds were weeping,
And longing thoughts need cobweb sweeping,
My feet found grass beneath them creeping
Amidst the mushroom’s cast-off sleeping
Golden isles came slowly peeping
Out of emerald green seas leaping
My mind’s eye bowed to peer before
The keyhole through the mushroom’s door

Cyan spears burst forth in glory
Regaling songs in ink-stained story
To free my soul from bounds unseen
To wipe the slate of spirit clean
To wrench the ego loose until
It fathomed Teonanactl
And yet beneath the weight of lore
I padded through great mushroom’s door

And to the mushroom I was lead
Way down upon his earth-bound bed
Mind was asked to still and wait
For domes below intellect’s gate
To gain the gift I must receive
And find the proof I must perceive
Upon flattened hands, prostrate before
The altar at the mushroom’s door

In retrospect I often wonder
Had I not paused and um’d in blunder
Would mushroom now upon me wreak
Eternal thirst, now called to seek
Flesh of the Gods made manifest
Or was it all some divine test?
Of all this I’m still not sure
But seek I will the mushroom’s door.

– RC


Responsible Choice October 9, 2016 at 12:12 pm


Perfect sunflowers
Bending in the summer breeze –
Blue, green and yellow

– RC


Responsible Choice October 9, 2016 at 12:13 pm

The one who says he knows does not know
The one who says he does not know does not know
The one who shows he knows by not not showing he knows truly knows
As he does not say he knows
Nor does he deny his original nature
He is not being
Yet being truly
Volition is the key

– RC


Christopher May 26, 2018 at 11:13 am

Career Criminal

It’s been a long time
Been labeled a criminal
For using a plant

The choice has been mine
The harm has been minimal
The use of this plant

Awaiting the day
It can’t be too far away
Free to use the plant

Oh what a relief
No longer a criminal
My soul is at peace


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