Best Chelsea Poems
There is a team in London,
Which consists of youngsters like Mason,
A team greater than Man U 'n Southampton,
A club where love and winning are common.
A team which wears blue,
A club with players who obey's a whistle blew,
It's fans are many and not few,
And they always cheer as the players queue.
A club full of respect,
A football team with no defect,
Whose players always genuflect,
To ensure no racism as a result of dialect.
The club that stamps authority
when in its Zenith
Chelsea!
The club with a zero tolerance
even in a zero percent ball possession.
Chelsea!
Breaks, makes and keeps records.
86 consecutive home games unbeaten, for instance.
Chelsea!
Splashes the cash as money talks,
raping all other teams as Trophies walk
who else would it be?
Chelsea!
Who wants to challenge us?
Who are you by the way?
Oh! Pathetic Arsenal!
We need no manual
to give you some rough ****.
No wonder you cannot remember your last final.
Cover your shame with a wig.
The hole needed to hide, you must dig.
Acquiring a Trophy, for you,
Is like bathing a Pig,
cos you will still go back to your trophy-less ways.
When you stamp your name on the champion's league
then, would we consider you, big.
on the ****ing over of Chelsea Welch
let’s begin with what a waitress does in a day…
a waitress works her ass off,
forced to have the biggest smile in the world
for every miserable ****, every fat american
family with its screaming & misbehaving
rugrats, who come in to shovel food into their
gullets,
like it was going out of style,
like they had some anonymous tip that
famine was coming.
a waitress makes dick for a wage &
relies on the tips of her customers,
which is why, no matter how bad her own day
has been, before she drags herself into the shift,
she must kiss the ass of these idiots
every night of every week that she toils in the
restaurant---
she gets stress from the bartender who won’t make the
drinks fast enough---
she gets *****from the kitchen staff who **** up her orders---
she gets crap from the busboys who won’t replenish the
salad bar---
she gets flack from the dishwasher who gives her *****for
how she places down the dishes quick when racing around
the kitchen &
if she’s lucky, she gets hit on by the scumbag male customers
who’ve “had too much to drink” &
even the guys on the staff who just won’t leave her
alone.
now…what does a “pastor” do?
hmmm…a “pastor” reads to a flock of sheep from a work of
fiction, much like a mother might read to a small child from a
storybook &
when the eyes wide with belief begin to tear,
those swimming in idiocy shell out their hard earned cash
to the “pastor” who passes around the plate
in order to get funds for doing
absolutely nothing.
a “pastor” does not work &
they get a tax break for doing so---
a “pastor” walks around with a self-righteous air & is
constantly referred to by idiot believers as
“holy,” as somehow possessing a well of compassion
that others just can’t muster.
a “pastor” has a job for life if they want it---
s/he never has to worry about the restaurant going under,
s/he never has to worry about getting so stressed out one night
and losing it on a customer,
s/he never has to worry about dropping dead while on the clock
from being smothered in stress.
but this one, this special Alois Bell,
who felt the need to make reference to the fact that she pays
“only 10% to god” &
then went on to complain about tipping Chelsea,
via the very receipt in dispute,
she wants to take things further.
she felt to make it known
that because she believes in this fictional character &
has taken up this juicy job to boot,
that she can stick it to those who work for peanuts
& who could give a **** about
said fictional character---
now in this absurd world we live in,
the waitress who was just doing her job
no longer has one,
because Applebee’s wants to save its ass in the PR
campaign---
because we aren’t allowed to see what these
money grubbing,
vial opportunists,
really are---
we aren’t allowed to see the veil lifted,
until they rape a young boy, etc.
She's Everything
She is everything she ever wanted to be
Striving the qualities she held the entire time
Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder
Not Still though
Not Stagnant
Moving rapidly
Effortlessly, with perpetual motion opposing sight
Never to be perceived
Through the eyes beauty bleeds
Ceasless motion away from the source
Never leaving a shadow; Never fully absorbed
Cast out every second through the pathway of sight
The sun weeps in weary
Brought to invisible knees
His secret is clear
His light includes green absorbs and disappears
Unfair is very real, common
Unknowingly pouring what she is striving to have
So much given to never get back
Until perception
Realization
Beauty is in the smile of the one that knows her
Chelsea Mourning
We’ve been so close down through the years
Now we’ve said goodbye through many tears
God called me home…”too soon” you said
As you held me close and cradled my head
You knew this battle could not be won
And did what you knew, must be done.
You didn’t want me to suffer so
And so it was, that you let me go
You held my paw in your trembling hand
And I hope someday you will understand
What you did was for the best
For I was ready for my rest
You stopped the pain you saw in my eyes
As you tearfully said your sad goodbyes
Your love and friendship has set me free
Please don’t cry and grieve for me!
Remember the good times we three have had
(Forget all the times that I was bad)
Tell all the squirrel’s and birds goodbye
They can roam free now under the sky
We’ve laughed, we’ve traveled so many miles
Together we’ve shared so many smiles
Me in the back seat…you in the front
From the time I was a little runt
For fifteen years we've shared each day
I've never thought of running away
Though there were times when I was just a pup
You wished that I would hurry up
And train myself to pee in the yard
And I really did try very hard!
I'd watch you as you cleaned the rug
Knowing today there'd be no hug!
I’ll still be there with you , I’m still here
I’ll be watching you both, so never fear
You won’t see me…but I’ll see you
Watching everything you do
Good friends never say goodbye
Just “see you later” bye and bye
So dry your tears and try to smile
I’ll see you both in a little while!
Copyright© 2010 Beatrice Boyle
(All rights reserved)
Heaven made a perfect piece of paradise, to lay in a lonely heart of wanted love, living happiness with only an
angel created for my own, dancing on a cloud above the ocean to the sun closing one eye to open another of a
starlight wonder, every beautiful orbit the earth takes life long with a true heart of lovers passion forever.
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Cut the corners make you smile,
Please just sit and stay a while.
Grab the blade and drag it through,
Drag it through the face of you.
Come on baby- baby please,
Wont you smile just for me?
Smile just a tad bit bigger,
Cock the gun and pull the trigger.
No hold on i changed my mind,
Cuz Chelsea Grin will take some time.
Chelsea Flower Show
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fickle spring a threat to all wildlife, gardeners' nightmare!
Chelsea flower show confounded spring, it was a total winner!
the birds and bees' in abundance, great show gardens', winners!
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Sijo Poem Poetry Contest - Sponsored by Heidi Sands
05/27/18
What's in your name? Some might answer with the predictable, the obvious and simple. A few letters they'd say, pronunciations and syllables they would remark. But, your name holds so much more than that. Your name has powers that you might not fully realize until now, when reading this poem. By being named what you are, you cause the state of mind of another person to change. When they hear your name somewhere, scribbled on a desk messily in haste, or typed neatly in the mornings newspaper they think of you. Your name becomes a part of their life, it can spark a smile with just the thought of it. Even create sorrow that flows in the form of tears at just the mention of your name. Your name is more than a jumbled mess of letters, characters on a page. Your name is a collection of memories, feelings, and most of all...your name is what makes you, "You."
She keeps a warm heart
Keeps on smiling
But deep inside she's fallen
Broken, torn apart
Words can't describe her
Nothing can
But yet I try
Dear Chelsea
Please don't smile
If you will cry
Please don't cry
If you will smile
We are not bipolar anymore
When people try to hide
Hide their feelings
Please don't do
We are not bipolar anymore
When people try to lie
Please don't do
Say want you want
We don't have to go wars
Just to get scars
We get it through experience
Just like the thought of slashing
But I'm not suggesting.
We don't know each other well
These are just thoughts
Maybe imaginations
I may not be a friend
I may not be an enemy
I just another person
Another stranger passing by.
Chris and Chelsea
For their death anniversary
Buried together
With roses lined with love
From family who couldn't hold their tears.
Never did he think he could survive
Without Chelsea by his side,
He must have her.
A life was taken for his true love
and her engagement ring
That was a gift on the night of her unexpected death
Was given to a close friend,
"Don't let your love go. Don't let her leave. Give this to her."
Chris spoke softly.
The next day he was gone,
Buried six feet under he lays
With his love.
Chelsea has been my corazon,
I think I gotta a blue hormone,
Coz my love for it ain't common,
The heart and pride of London,
Always shinning every season.
It's the best team in England,
The finest on air and on land,
Every child, wife and husband,
Sitting on the southwest stand,
Watching players on grassland.
Our boys wearing Royal blue,
Country to country they flew,
Winning many games not few,
Finally in UCL finals they drew,
And our 2012 cup we'll renew.
© Kelmwa
Caring
Helpful
Electrifying
Lovely
Studious
Exhilarating
Admiral
THEY MADE ME FALL IN LOVE WITH CHELSEA
Color blue...
Dan Petrescu...
Capi Dennis Wise,
UEFA the biggest price,
Celestine Babayaro,
Still remember him like tomorrow.
Zola definitely lure me
As honey attracts the bee.
Y'all remember Tore Andre Flo?
Our football was a masterful flow...
Then comes a flash from flanks,
Robben does the wing robbery with silky pranks,
The Duffer those it from the left flank,
Damien Duff dust-off defenders off the rank.
Witness the power of thunderbolt Hasselbaink:
Jimmy the Floyd playing the dummy
then ball rolls out like a mummy,
Straight to Bolo Zenden for a cut back
through the acute angel of the pitch arc
to the rocketed-feets of Lampard into the net.
Now, watch the replay; the spectacule is set.
Never underestimate the blue army clan,
These heroes & more made me a lifelong fan.
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright© 7th January, 2020.
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