Submissions by ChipSpice
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Who am I? I am the one behind the camera. Cathar. Twiggy's Biggest Fan. Head of BKHammo Productions. A Producer of High Quality Entertainment. You are about to become privy to a great becoming.
EROTIC POEM
Published
26th Aug 2015 4:31am
26th Aug 2015 4:31am
“Modern Aphrodite”
Modern Aphrodite,
You are looking so good to me,
With your perfect
Body.
Your bod is without a defect,
Lovely;
It is so very healthy,
Since it is not fat or bony,
Which is something that I find sexy,
So very.
You do have such a great Anatomy
That I am glad to see:
Perfect breasts, perfect face, perfect stomach, perfect booty.
All about ye is perfect, lovely.
You are so very
Pretty to me
And every man known to ye.
From your head to your toes,
You’re so pretty,
Even your cute little nose...
You are looking so good to me,
With your perfect
Body.
Your bod is without a defect,
Lovely;
It is so very healthy,
Since it is not fat or bony,
Which is something that I find sexy,
So very.
You do have such a great Anatomy
That I am glad to see:
Perfect breasts, perfect face, perfect stomach, perfect booty.
All about ye is perfect, lovely.
You are so very
Pretty to me
And every man known to ye.
From your head to your toes,
You’re so pretty,
Even your cute little nose...
709 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
31st Jul 2015 6:17am
31st Jul 2015 6:17am
“Catherine the Great”
Catherine the Great,
Not Catherine the So-So
Looks great in blue jean shorts
Makes me want to kno mo
About her, even though
She says that there is nothing to tell
I doubt that.
Don Juan’s mistress.
I want to solve the mystery.
I want to know the unknowable.
Inside and out.
The depths of her mind.
The curves of her form.
Every inch of the unknowable,
The unknown –
Psychological
Physiological
Psyche
Body
Whatever there is to know about her
Whatever there is not to know…
The dirty little facts
And the public...
Not Catherine the So-So
Looks great in blue jean shorts
Makes me want to kno mo
About her, even though
She says that there is nothing to tell
I doubt that.
Don Juan’s mistress.
I want to solve the mystery.
I want to know the unknowable.
Inside and out.
The depths of her mind.
The curves of her form.
Every inch of the unknowable,
The unknown –
Psychological
Physiological
Psyche
Body
Whatever there is to know about her
Whatever there is not to know…
The dirty little facts
And the public...
804 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
28th Jul 2015 4:48am
28th Jul 2015 4:48am
The Bright Side of Life
smart phones
dumb people
taking pictures of their breakfast
as if it is a momentous occasion that needs documentation
the world is going to hell in a suitcase
because a basket is no longer big enough to hold the bull it contains
ants scramble when rain falls
the picnic is ruined
pass me the meat loaf
the sun shall rise again
the ladies love me when i am drunk
they find me humorous
suck my clitoris
i do not know what i am saying
random thoughts flow through my brain
to my penn and teller
embrace the madness and have some chinese...
dumb people
taking pictures of their breakfast
as if it is a momentous occasion that needs documentation
the world is going to hell in a suitcase
because a basket is no longer big enough to hold the bull it contains
ants scramble when rain falls
the picnic is ruined
pass me the meat loaf
the sun shall rise again
the ladies love me when i am drunk
they find me humorous
suck my clitoris
i do not know what i am saying
random thoughts flow through my brain
to my penn and teller
embrace the madness and have some chinese...
686 reads
2 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
28th Jul 2015 3:33am
28th Jul 2015 3:33am
“Everything’s Disposable”
Everything’s disposable.
I realize this as I look at my spoon.
It’s plastic like the bowl I eat here from.
In a few minutes both will be in the trash.
These noodles will be disposable too,
I think as they go in my mouth, down into my gullet.
I’ll absorb their essence and dispose of the rest.
I look at my hands and see
That I am disposable too.
I’ll be used for my skill and disposed
Once I am no longer of any use.
Arbeit macht frei.
Work makes you free.
Once my soul has left its casing
Then my body will be placing
In a box to be...
I realize this as I look at my spoon.
It’s plastic like the bowl I eat here from.
In a few minutes both will be in the trash.
These noodles will be disposable too,
I think as they go in my mouth, down into my gullet.
I’ll absorb their essence and dispose of the rest.
I look at my hands and see
That I am disposable too.
I’ll be used for my skill and disposed
Once I am no longer of any use.
Arbeit macht frei.
Work makes you free.
Once my soul has left its casing
Then my body will be placing
In a box to be...
636 reads
0 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
15th Jul 2015 5:49am
15th Jul 2015 5:49am
“Roses are red”
Roses are red-
Violets are blue
Flowers are pretty,
But not as much as you.
Girl you are quite sexy-
Extremely-
Possibly to everybody:
From head to toe
You are perfect yo.
Girl, I find you spunky,
Which makes you great at making people happy,
Especially me.
Roses are nice
Violet are sweet
Question:
Do you really want to wear my boots that are neat-
The boots that I like covering my feet?
I would not mind that sexy,
If I got to wear the shoes of ye.
Violets are blue
Flowers are pretty,
But not as much as you.
Girl you are quite sexy-
Extremely-
Possibly to everybody:
From head to toe
You are perfect yo.
Girl, I find you spunky,
Which makes you great at making people happy,
Especially me.
Roses are nice
Violet are sweet
Question:
Do you really want to wear my boots that are neat-
The boots that I like covering my feet?
I would not mind that sexy,
If I got to wear the shoes of ye.
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1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
15th Jul 2015 5:46am
15th Jul 2015 5:46am
“Hello Beautiful…”
Hello beautiful, you look great
As you do on every date.
I would love to be your love
Sweet girl that I am currently thinking of.
You are sexy to me,
And probably everybody that sees ye.
Farewell lovely, with the
Beautiful smile and body,
Stephanie
As you do on every date.
I would love to be your love
Sweet girl that I am currently thinking of.
You are sexy to me,
And probably everybody that sees ye.
Farewell lovely, with the
Beautiful smile and body,
Stephanie
1065 reads
2 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
11th Jul 2015 6:58am
11th Jul 2015 6:58am
“Man’s days in this world are few”
Man’s days in this world are few,
As a summer wind that passes in the day, they are gone,
For all those years of labour,
Of joy, and of love and hardship, of celebration and toil,
End suddenly when we least expect it, 5
And we depart to dwell among those that sleep,
Where our dreams are pleasant and nightmares are gone.
There we all may dwell until the end of things,
For death is a storm which we cannot avoid at present.
It shall sweep over the world time and time again, 10
Striking us with...
As a summer wind that passes in the day, they are gone,
For all those years of labour,
Of joy, and of love and hardship, of celebration and toil,
End suddenly when we least expect it, 5
And we depart to dwell among those that sleep,
Where our dreams are pleasant and nightmares are gone.
There we all may dwell until the end of things,
For death is a storm which we cannot avoid at present.
It shall sweep over the world time and time again, 10
Striking us with...
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0 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
11th Jul 2015 6:53am
11th Jul 2015 6:53am
“God was really concentrating when life--”
God was really concentrating when life
Came to be a title you possess.
God made ya a beautiful lass
In every inch of your mass.
None is a defect.
You doubt God because of God’s lack of
Apparent interest in the children that
Her son came and died for.
I missed you greatly when ye
Were away from my life. Every-
Day I pictured your image in my head,
And my thoughts from time to time
Were of ye rhyme to time.
You are as Saint Thomas, except ya
Doubt God not the Son of God. Doubt
Hardly no more. God is everything:
The air of the...
Came to be a title you possess.
God made ya a beautiful lass
In every inch of your mass.
None is a defect.
You doubt God because of God’s lack of
Apparent interest in the children that
Her son came and died for.
I missed you greatly when ye
Were away from my life. Every-
Day I pictured your image in my head,
And my thoughts from time to time
Were of ye rhyme to time.
You are as Saint Thomas, except ya
Doubt God not the Son of God. Doubt
Hardly no more. God is everything:
The air of the...
699 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
30th Jun 2015 7:22am
30th Jun 2015 7:22am
I like pineapples
I like pineapples.
They taste really good to me.
Except for the thorns.
6.57.09:7.27.04: I like pineapples
They taste really good to me.
Except for the thorns.
6.57.09:7.27.04: I like pineapples
662 reads
1 Comment
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