Short Chelsea Poems
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Sandra Bullock did overpower
Chelsea Handler in her shower
And as she slapped poor Handler
She really was a man handler
But that just made Chelsea glower
Jacob my dear,
No reason to fear,
I know you are near,
Know you're always here,
Hearts perfectly clear.
By Chelsea Stufleben
* Golden Graditude Contest *
Man and a woman combined in one flesh-
Forever one soul till death-
Wedding night so cherished.
by Chelsea Stufleben
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for the contest "Wedding is one of the special events in marriage"
He cast a crouton on the water
Watched it sog upon the swell
What came back was lava bread
And Chelsea buns as well
She threw in an expensive cake
‘Twas softer than a futon
But what came back upon the waves
Was just a soggy crouton
© Gail Foster 2016
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
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.
1/2/10
Form:
I met this odd bald guy. His name's Frank
He has told jokes bout babies that sank
By the quick count of three
My bleeding ears had fleed
From his quips like skunks I call them junk
I've met this girl of gold called Chelsea
Comes all the way from the windy sea
With her silly diction
As a gag depiction
Her words call for stand up comedy
Chelsea’s well paid by NBC
Doing nothing apparently
Is this a charade
For payoffs to be made
Since Clintons adore bribery?
This is a modern form of "tribute". There is an incest epidemic in the USA. We're talking millions, and this is only a very small slice.
http://www.politico.com/story/2014/06/chelsea-clinton-nbc-600-k-salary-107827
If you play enough of the game of Monopoly,
then you will know your way around Atlantic City.
You will see the avenues of Mediterranean and Baltic.
There are also Illinois, Tennessee, and Pacific.
From the inlet to Chelsea, it is all terrific.
However, there is one thing I would like to know:
Where do you collect $200 for passing “GO”?
Chelsea FC by Adejola Joseph
Chelsea FC
The indomitable lion in the forest
Brave, bold, calm and courageous
We strike like a lion
And hibernate like a chameleon
Resilient and dogged
Unbroken and undefeated
Chelsea is a champion of champions
A king among kings
Chelsea
Blue is the colour
Grace is the logo
And resilient is the spirit
Chelsea.
"To lay beside the Sun while She laid sleeping sweetly , dreaming of the Day to come. A sight so Pure it left me thinking,what is this Bliss that makes Me Smile and shed a Tear for Times so Fleeting? Such a Beautiful Sight that gave Me Joy Yet left Me Weeping. The One Who Then , This Moment , Forever More , I Gave My Heart for Keeping . I Love You Chelsea "
Form:
CARABAO SEMIS
Middlesbrough,
They are very dull
So, the final is sure.
Though trophy unsure
Cos Liverpool will score.5
ChelseaFC might cry sore.
I hope we hit 'em wit a four.
This climax screams encore...
Chelsea, please make us proud,
So as to shine among the crowd.¹°
¤VICK MANUEL POETRY {VMP}
FORM: Rhymes
Copyright ©?21st December 2023.
I hear her voice cracking through the phone
Riveted with nights of doubt and fear
To her own strength she does not appear
But coming through clear
Swollen roots of youth's agony
A girl stuck in debt
Losing identity and position
Losing all purpose on dark paths
Shredded family, vanishing ties
Shes similar in my eyes
To what I was, still am hidden behind
A love becoming unconfined
The actual pressure must be made more pressing by
adding to it consciousness of pressure, the shame must
be made more shameful by publicizing it. Karl Marx
Edward, Julian & freaky Chelsea:
Why didn't they hack Time Warner &
Give the People something useful,
Like a good 5-cent doobie,
Free high-speed internet & cable TV
Including Canadian hockey &
MILF **** channels?
Both our hearts forevermore,
We sit in this place hand in hand,
Together we forever soar,
Our love is tasteful never bland,
Towards us the haters repremand,
We both dwell in this empty room,
Together we escape our doom,
I love you darling can't you see,
For you and me the flowers bloom,
For you and me the heavens sing.
*for the Ballade Boomba Contest*
by Chelsea Stufleben
He is Anderson Dan,
A Man U Fanatical fan;
Only five minutes ago,
To Hell did go ...
Indeed, nearly mad ran,
Man U supposing in some frying pan,
Having Chelsea’s thrust lifted a ban;
In a match Chelsea had been A Titan,
Easily to Man U telling “I can”
And once again “That Chelsea can”.
Bamboozled Anderson Dan,
Had to forget his being a Man:
“Oh!” Chelsea is sure to our skin tan”!
Chelsea's Poem
Chelsea, there are no words to describe how beautiful I think you are.
Chelsea, I just wish I could tell you how much I want to kiss you.
I wish I could tell you how good you always look, how I want nothing more then to hold you in my arms.
I wish I could tell you how I want to take you on a date, and, show I'm the one for you.
Chelsea, Chelsea, can't you see? The perfect one for you, is me!
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.
I stopped and stared at the prettiest gingerbread house
It was being decorated right then by a tiny gray mouse.
He gave me a wink and a nod and the friendliest “hi”.
You are doing a great job, I said to this sweet little guy.
I love decorating houses, he told me. I have a business card.
I gave him mine too, it said “Chelsea, song writing bard.”
He ran off rapidly after we did a little more chit chat
I turned and saw why; I had been followed by my nosey cat.
king james with a lantern on a hill tells
of loose ribbons in ornate fancy hats
and all prayers turn common when
manchester united plays chelsea.
now gods holy plasma screens burn
brightly on old tarnished brick walls,
uplifted by cherubim and cigar smoke.
while all the dart boards across the bar
are decorated in their finest greens and
reds like scottish noblemen.
everthing is as it should be,
after all it is sunday and
god is an englishmen right?
Form:
Kelvin Mwangi is my name,
But kelmwa is my nickname,
We cannot all fit in one game,
That's why we aren't the same,
After all ain't the one to blame.
Am single but not unlucky,
Am simple but not shlocky,
Some of you say am cheecky,
But at times am always freaky,
When am watching chopsocky.
Nyandarua is my home county,
I chose God over my community,
I love chelsea not manchester city,
Engineering technology is my faculty,
And I live to impress God not the society.
For Chris and Chelsea
For my friends
Who died in a horrible end
Say goodbye to whom you love,
Away you chase this dazzling beauty
You so willingly fell in love with.
Her gorgeous eyes
Captured your heart,
Her mesmerizing voice
Stole your breath,
Your love aches for her
In your arms.
Anything
Is what you're willing
To do for her.
Chase her into meadows and grasp her hand,
Fall on the beautiful roses
With her on your chest,
She's yours
Forever.
I'll take any drug
to heal my pretending shrug.
I'll drink any drink
to give me courage not to think.
I'll run far away
so there's no time to see my decay.
I'll cry out in tears
but there's no hiding from my fears.
I'll find God
maybe then I won't be so flawed,
because I want to be whole,
because the truth eats at my soul.
If I just touch His garment's hem
then I won't painfully condemn
the monster I hate the most:
the torture that is my haunting ghost.
By: Chelsea P. Stone