Short Chew On Poems
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Ask me to do for you
Ask me yes, yes…yes.
But if you screwed a friend or two
I’d say bite me! Fits you best!
Chew on that?
I am a pencil,
in this day and age,
computer rage,
I am a pencil,
unused,
but you chew on me for inspiration,
I am a pencil.
Form:
The upper crust
folks do not trust
they bite into the lower
Beer and pretzels just five bucks
chew on life much slower
IMF's Dominique Strauss Kahn
Wanted a hotel suite bon-bon
This forceful hard sell
In New York's Sofitel
Is what all his borrowers chew on
My mouth loves ice, it's all so nice,
I'd hunt it down at any price.
I'd suck it until my gums go numb,
Chew on it, even if it breaks a tooth or two.
I want to pick apart your brain.
Cut it up.
Chew on it.
Consume it.
Digest it.
There’s no reason to be afraid.
It’s simply
–what I do
–who I am:
Brain Surgeon.
Those candies hiding in your valise
say your diet long since lost its lease.
So, chew on those Reeses;
chomp whatever pleases.
You've got more that I can love obese.
with this bubblegum brain
i chew on my thoughts
till i get an idea
before the flavor is gone
roll around on my tongue
open my mouth
say what i have to say
with this bubblegum brain
An old saying, “it's a dog's life” is so true
Eat, sleep, poop and chew on an old leather shoe
Big deal, we'll buy another
The joy they bring is like no other
Those sad looking eyes when they play peekaboo
Peppermint leaves to chew on
chocolate kisses brew
every thing that I own
bottled up in you
pour me a passion
of moonlight
sip all the
whispering tears
tell me about
that June night
wrap me a packet
of years
Form:
My name is Mak
And I'm on the attack
I do a little dance
Then I have a little snack
I'm a boy
And this is my joy
I shake my booty
And I chew on my toy
I love to swing
Mommy helps me sing
Every single day
I'm just doin' my thing
I want chocolate in the dark,
but when the sun goes down in,
the moon lights up Shreveport. Now I chew on tree bark;
The Taste is blah!! It hurts my teeth. Now I suck on Maple Leaves;
5/6/22
Written by James Edward Lee Sr..2022©
Lucy, my rescued red ear slider terrapin,
just having a swim in her aquarium,
right above a life size human skeleton,
lying on the bottom,
which she occasionally will chew on.
Why don't I get many visitors?,..
.. I can't begin to imagine.
What Would Happen With Persistence
What would happen with much persistence;
This very instance due to our own existence;
Out of respect,
Could be correct,
Apparently had appeared at our insistence.
Jim Horn
Now there is something to chew on.
My muse is a sieve
it pans for gold
it’s a strainer
a skimmer
a fat separator
it tumbles boulders
until pebbles are formed
it can chew on a feeling
for days weeks or years
til it spits out a poem
my polished
my crystallized
bits of awe and woe
The sun's not up it's much too early
House so quiet it's almost surly
Could brew some coffee
And chew on toffee
Sure wish I had a cat called Curley
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
Submitted on January 4, 2019 for contest FOOD FOR THOUGHT sponsored by SILENT ONE - RANKED 2ND
Sometimes a need for added salt
Can be a good meal's only fault.
I am so glad that I am able
To have salt shaker on my table.
I'd rather chew on dry asphalt
Than finest meat devoid of salt.
And if that meal ends with a treat
It satisfies my yen for sweet.
I got my taste for salt from Papa
And one for sweets from my dear Mama.
There is no candy more lonely
Than a stick of licorice
It's a love hate affair where you do or don't care
That doesn't dare come with a makeup kiss
You can chew on that fact some think nasty at best
While some smile with blackened teeth
You either do or you don't, will or you won't
Think licorice is a scrumpdillyicious treat
I found an old squeaker Buddy chewed out of a toy
About three years ago
I was always going to put it into a new toy
But today I am out of time
And baby Beau, my new puppy needs something to chew on
I handed him the squeaker
He is going to town on it,
making Buddy nuts
But at least it gives me a reprieve
from paying with the new puppy
Damp campfires burn mouse bones,
their sooty ghosts
flavor the tattered.
The trees that don't turn,
stay hung on a scaffold
drab and dreaming.
Grey ribbons hang
from pall-bearing branches.
Smoky hollows wallow,
leafage languor’s in the smolder,
colors run in the reek.
The earth hugs its litter,
pulls it under to chew on itself.
A decadent woman,
With eyes of bronze.
She'll break and melt you.
She'll make you into a wave particle
While you chew on the sad end of a sandwich.
You are each other's worlds at this eternal juncture.
The orbiting love gravity chugs on
Despite the brain tangles you make
In your whistling mind.
Love her.
Love the world.
Love yourself.
With a smile
that stabs at your heart
this elegant starling
floats on the breeze,
flitting here and there
warming the souls
of those
that she graces
with her presence.
Watching her
chew on her lip
pulls at my soul
to know
what's on her mind,
but I'll sit back
and enjoy
this angelic sight
while I gnaw on my pen.
Wasteland sounds.
My life is-
Craters.
The bridge takes me to unfinished business.
It’s as real as spider smells.
Creaking.
Sinister.
Sap making its way through the maze.
I like rust.
And whatever comes out of gum ball machines.
It ain’t gum these days.
When I thought I needed something to chew on?
I got thumb tacks and rough toilet paper.
I want to suck this thumb
I want to suck it like ice cream
I want to lick it
I want to lick it like honey
I want to chew on it and
I want to do it over again till it melts.
Melt, it will.
It will melt into my fingers like a heart
Enchant his brain till he swoons
Every time he looks at me
I want him to feel my deep passion
I want these feelings to never end.
Paper machinations
steam blase
A lineage of a story
gives blurry eyed account
Velvet accorance
the seats are tweed
Whilst those bewailed on newspaper lined bench's
steal sleep
Tramps in grey silhouette
chew on dead cigars
Sequenced starlets
cruise soothsayers in Marylebone
Dancers kick their manniquet stance
worship the jaws of night
turn grey in disown