Best Spicy Poems
It was a nightmare of a boat trip
I almost choked to death on an orange pip
They did not strain the juice well
And from a small pip, I gasped for air and started to swell
If it weren’t for a crewmember named William Patel
Well…
I stayed in bed for a spell
The captain apologised
Which was wise
He said “ the rest of the trip is free.”
So I was extravagant and splashed out on the person I called “Me.”
While sitting on deck, by the pool, sipping me tea
I was captivated by a well-formed female in a translucent bikini
She rolled her eyes flirtingly at me
So being the gentleman I am, I rolled them back you see
We were mesmerised with each other for a while
As we secretly exchanged a naughty smile
I placed hers in me left butt cheek pocket
As I felt me Viagra stick raising like a rocket
This was the beginning of a sensual relationship
Thanks to that bloody orange pip
Anyway, we went below deck
Where it was dark and gave each other a peck
Then we were at it like hammer and tongs
Moaning and groaning the seductive songs
Who needs Viagra, it was me
Only me, all me me me
Take some advise, find a place where you might get caught and you’ll see
It will magnify the enjoyment of your OOOh!, uhhh!, oohweee!
We stood in a narrow doorway
And began entertaining each other with a bit of, you know, foreplay
Then she turned her back to me and oooh! What can I say
Pressing against each other and pushing against the door arch was… heaven all the
way
Then, yep, we were caught, and guess what happen next
It was the captain and she was his wife who would suspect?
The big mother was rather vexed
I tried to tell him not to blow it out of context
But… the bugger wouldn’t stop strangling me with his mount Everest pecs
Give me the orange pip any day
But the situation I was in, hell no way
I still savor the thought of the zest that I caught
When you joined us that night after school.
Tara figured out why, since she’s so sage and sly;
She left early to show it was cool.
With her sis Tara-gon, Ginger sighed with a yawn,
“My, it’s late!” to clue in that nut-Meg.
“Would you look at the thyme!” came the reechoed chime,
With a wink from Corey-ander pal Peg.
Well, I felt like a god, though it seemed somewhat odd
That they all should jus’ curry, but hey,
When you gave me a smile as we two walked a while,
It dissolved my perplexed caraway.
In this teenagey bliss, I leaned in for a kiss,
Little knowing what I was against:
You demurred in a trice, “Though hot pepper is nice,
I insist that it’s parsley dispensed.”
With a panicky cast, I apologized fast
In my chili confusion and dread,
But I saw your eyes light, and we had a nice night
Holding hands at the cinnamon stead.
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Credit where credit is due: I got the idea for this from Michael Wise's very original poem "A Spicy Story," posted here:
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/a_spicy_story_1100057
Fast Food Epulaeryu
Chicken dances on my tongue
Spicy flavor heats
Teeth dissolve it one by one
Chewing up my treat
Flavor can’t be beat
Now it’s gone
Drink!
By Julian Egona
Enjoying a placid lake, so quiet
Fox trotting, sniffing the ground-
Then a loud, shrill scream of a
spoiled child.
Serene path, I walk as the guest of light breeze,
hand in hand strolling with my love
Then clouds burst into a sprawling
northern freeze.
Dirty snow, a rude employee, greedy people taking
what they please.
Liars, tall talers, lying for no need
Satisfied grunt of one who pays
no others heed.
A cruel hand bashing the weak
Evil words one so disregardingly speaks.
As with the offender, it is trouble
he always seeks
Leaving work from such a long day
pleased to relax my way
A homeless, skeletal man asking
for some change- the pity
Turned my thoughts gray
Snap your fingers, get it done quick!
Threats of any kind make me sick
A long drive just to get away Pitch and tent
and the ants come to play!
Racism, sexism, and ignorance
for no reason
This is not just annoying
And never changes with the season.
Those who take for granted
the love of family so readily given
Treating therm so terrible
Spoiled, rotten smart- mouthed
so selfishly driven
Sentient redwoods slain
Numerous bretheren of the
endangered nature die in vain.
These are a few things that annoy me-
Self important people smiling in that
bleach white grin-
For ever sneaking and canniving
under that sh++ eating grin.
Carpooling in the Monday traffic jam
Pondering what we are and who I am
Now that we finally raised a family
Is there anything left just for you and me
Seems each week is just like the one before
So what have we both been working for
Too many years lost daily nine to five
Making ends meet, but barely feeling alive
Wanna find some island Shangri-La
A tranquil sunny spot with no hoopla
Some place lost we could easily hide
That can't be found in a tourist guide
(Chorus)
Bamboo torches and starry skies
Would be mirrored in your big brown eyes.
We'd dance away each endless night;
Lost in love with no dawn in sight.
We could forget all about the noisy mobs,
Boomerang children and annoying jobs,
And go online, book a one-way flight--
Escape while we can out into the night
Gotta find that tropical getaway
Somewhere unspoiled where the locals play
With fishing boats, seabirds & mango trees,
And spicy hot scents carried on the breeze
Bamboo torches and starry skies
Would be mirrored in your big brown eyes.
We'd dance away each endless night;
Lost in love with no dawn in sight.
Gotta find that tropical paradise
Where nights are warm and folks are nice
Where green birds sing exotic melodies
While monkeys play high in coconut trees
I wanna hold you close on an empty beach
'neath a crystal full moon just out of reach
We could sneak out behind a big sand dune
And celebrate another honeymoon.
Bamboo torches and starry skies
Would be mirrored in your big brown eyes.
We'd dance away each endless night;
Lost in love with no dawn in sight.
These chillies are so spicy and hot
And they could change your sex life a lot
Cos if you’re in the mood
Grab this hot spicy food
It may work...why not give it a shot
If your brewer’s droop is just brewing
But your lady fancies some screwing
Try some natural Viagra
She’ll be willing to bag ya
Soon you’ll both be billing and cooing
09 07 17
The Tex-Mex festival was bountiful
But it scratched my innards, much like steel wool
When the cramps began
Oh, how fast I ran
My impersonation of Old Faithful
(Servings – multiple)
Ingredients.
1. Some poetry mood – to choice.
2. One pack of Instant hot ideas.
3. Cups of Poetry techniques – existing and new, to taste.
4. Poetry form – to choice
5. Suitable environment – to choice.
6. Spices: Loads of ideas recollected.
Pinch of experience (optional).
7. Seasoning: 1 ounce of emotions.
Method
Let the poetry mood takes over; feel poetic.
Allow ideas to generate. Sustain them. Encourage the flow.
Grasp them while still hot.
Pour them instantly on suitable paper or type them right away. The choice is yours.
Stir with spoon of techniques, using your skillful fingers.
Choose a suitable environment, like when you are relaxed and none to disturb you. Let the temperature rise.
Let your composition thickens and smell good, making you pleased and excited.
Season with experience, to your wish, to enhance the taste of it.
Taste and revisit them as many times as you like, until you are satisfied.
Garnish with preferred fonts.
Serve hot or cold, according to season – the choice is yours.
Enjoy your soup!
Nutritive value: generates emotion, gives pleasure and increase knowledge.
Stop watching me with those derisory eyes
sweet like bear claw
spicy like a bell pepper
give me back my barette
I'm not letting my hair down'
from cooties to copacetic my biggest disease
jus like when u was freshman
lost your retainer cried all day
give me back my fanny pack
you kept it all those years
crazy grifter lost on the freeway
looking for route 66 in a gay way
why you back jerk off?
scads of luv but to late
here's a sawbuck go call someone who cares!
One afternoon
with Ginger and Basil
we met an old sage
whose voice was quite nasal
He told us our lives
were in need of some spice
which got me to thinking
of my favorite rice
So my two friends and I
spent the afternoon looking
for wonderful foods
to take home and start cooking
Rosemary stopped by
with that little nut, Meg
who loves telling jokes
and pulling your leg
And wouldn't you know?
Now what would I do?
Of food we had plenty
but our spices were few!
I asked what shelf
is all the saffron?
Loudly I cried
where has the tarragon?
But we used what we had
and the dinner was great
it went by so fast
and when it got late
My friends said goodnight
'twas a fun time, you know
and I suddenly thought
where did the thyme go?
Spicy food, Spicy food;
Wonderful sight to see
From villages to towns everywhere Spicy food,
While my passion for food goes beyond me.
Spicy Chicken, Spicy Chicken;
I can less control myself for thee
I can see everywhere dancing Spicy Chicken,
In the summer's day I don't prefer to drink tea.
Spicy Fish, Spicy Fish;
You always touch on my nostrils
From rivers to home everywhere Spicy Fish,
It gives me unlimited thrills.
""Entirely you know
I cannot change
the whole of the
World all on my
own." -
"Or can I?"
"I mean whom
better to start
with?""
""Yes, finding I
am; Humility
raises no
defense
or real
doubt for-
nor rouses
up no great
fear against -
one better yet
yes offers no
consequence."
to anyone, thing;
"freely bow's down;
in only direct
reflection to
itself.""
"So yes rather than
win can you lose be
rather wrong than right -
surrender everything keep
stirring the pot friend yes not
let the beans burn." -
"Yeah ha Ha ho yo oh yes don't you
know how hard out of my way I'd be
sure to go just to avoid that?""
""I am so-curious; "Brilliant!" everything
is used for something, so to Grace I lend
a knee; heart, open mind hand."" -
"Some barter's made yes some sold are
bought and sold and re-bought again and
again. entirely" -
""Heaven knows I have bought that Farm
before; sold a lot of priceless - valuables in
my time I cannot ever wage enough
collateral to buy back."
"My very soul included, Ex-Wife Life -
Children, yeah I tell you I sold it all, yes, my
entire family."" - "Vivid" fond their memory's"-
But I would not change a thing, if I had to
do it all again. ""Yes time and time again;
Because I wouldn't be the man I am today
if it were not for all of the mistakes;
lessons learned, of my past.
"But you know I know I could never-barter
with God for any true faith in my own
security." -
No no I cannot bargain with Him, to reach
a place, vision as Blissful Peaceful; Pure;
as that;
"HEAVEN!"
""So to fill a weary soul, He taught
me, a bowl of Copperhead soup."
"Well I tell you now friend sure
makes for a fine; cleansing-dish.""
""With white-wine salad lemon
pepper chard finger size
copperhead steak patty's on
the side -
"Lima beans -
fresh milk cornbread
yeah they all provide
a quick cooling, for
a real real;
spicy kick ... !""
Italian recipes I do absolutely love
especially enticed with some spice
plenty of water at your side
cools the tongue with a little ice
Spaghetti Bolognese is my fav
brings one such Italia taste
takes you back to la Roma
such memories not want to waste
Sitting at your table in anticipation
eyes set with hand on the fork
the waiter comes to your attention
brings the wine unpops the cork
Next the finale the wait's over
the main dish is in front of you
breathe in the succulent flavour
it just looks absolutely beau
Lean beef, onion, garlic, mushroom, chilli
ingredients making it the real deal
of course not forgetting the spaghetti
simply superb stunning what a steal!
Rosemary Thyme fell in love with
a spicy character who was Sweet Basil.
Her parents didn't Extractly like him,
because he Peppered them with Salty
words. So they would meet secretly.
One day however, she Cinnamon Cumin.
Her Poppyseed her, Anise he mad!!
To keep them apart, he put her on
the overland Sage bound for Oregano.