Best Get A Kick Out Of Poems
More than anything Nature fascinates me
Men living in close proximity to nature, I love to see
So I ramble into the city’s far outskirts
Watching ordinary people in commonplace pursuits
Imbibing much from the life of the peasantry
Whom none can beat in life’s lessons elementary
How they interact devoid of all cold formality
And remain free from all artificiality
I inhale the fragrance of the wayside blooms
Watch kingfishers and parakeets in colorful plumes
My eyes never miss Nature’s minute caprices
And I rejoice in home bound birds’ sonatas
I watch the daylight paving way for the night
And the sun willfully surrendering his might
I listen to the invisible choir, singing in the dark
That breaks the sacred silence of the dusk
How these common scenes fill me with delight
Nevertheless making me sorry for the unhappy plight
Of those unable to enjoy any ordinary scene
And turn their backs to pleasurable sights umpteen
Blessed are those who have eyes to see and feel
And remain happy being close to Nature’s heel
Whose ears are attuned to the beats of the average
And who need no other intoxicating beverage
Those who get a kick out of the commonplace
And seek everyday banal sensations to embrace
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May.21.2022
Fascination and Awe Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Jeff Kyser
He will make everything fabulous
Wait and see
He has a way of doing things
He knows what needs to be done first
And every step thereafter
He knows how to do things
Plan things and make things to come
We don’t even have to worry about the details of it
He is in control
Every minute second
He is on top of it
Don’t sweat, hyperventilate, exasperate
Irritate, gripe, aggravate
The Maker of this world is presiding
In charge
Why agonize, discompose, fret, nervous
While the Father has of hold on his making
God meant for us to enjoy things
Life and everything goes with it
Don’t be a grouch, a wreck, a grumbler
A troublemaker, a moaner, a nitpicker
God meant for you to be happy
Live life, sing a song, dance a storm
Make someone happy
Make yourself happy
Take delight in what you do
Take pleasure in what you accomplished
Be pleased
Get a kick out of things not called for, earned
Have a ball
Have fun
Live a little
God rules
Well and I Get A Kick Outta All That Kinky Stuff
You do to me, the way you blow and stick your tongue
In my ears, the way you spank me and make me
Beg for more, the way you pour honey all over my body
And lick me clean ooh wee well I Get a Kick Outta
All That Kinky Stuff you do to me, the way you kiss
And bite my neck, the way you tickle me 'til I almost
Piss myself, the way you tie me to the bed and run ice
Down my happy trail just sends me into orbit well and
I know you get a kick out of it yourself especially when
You use that toy on me; I swear you get into it as much
As I do...I've never had such an innovated lover before
Ooh wee baby, oooh wee I Get a Kick, I Get a Kick
Outta All That Kinky Stuff you do to me, ooh wee
Ooh wee baby I want more, more, more yeah make
Me sore, I Get a Kick Outta All That Kinky Stuff!
Frank Sinatra’s name still has instant recognition even today.
He was perhaps the greatest singer of the twentieth century
And possessed those famous “Blue Eyes” and that trademark
Voice which thrilled and fascinated audiences worldwide.
For most people his music was very special and moved their
Spirits along a unique and subtle path that only Sinatra could
Create and hold with his voice—mesmerizing them and
Charming them every step of the way.
Entertaining and enchanting the audiences in America and
Abroad catapulted Frank Sinatra to a special iconic status as
A world-renowned singer, entertainer, and Hollywood actor.
Yet, singing became his common thread and link over decades
And generations to most willing audiences who hungered for
The tenor and pitch of his voice and his fabulous songs with
Most memorable lyrics, and haunting and evocative melodies.
Some legendary songs reflecting his status and long reach with
Audiences worldwide include: (My Way) (New York, New York)
(Strangers in the Night) (I Get a Kick Out of You) (That’s Life)
(I’ve Got You Under My Skin) (Summer Wind). All these songs
And many others were trademark, vintage Sinatra and brought
Audiences to their feet while he serenaded and captivated them
Like a Pied Piper, bringing each listener momentarily along with
Him as an invited guest into his very own special vocal dimension.
Frank Sinatra was part of the Greatest Generation along with other
Famous American entertainers who packed audiences and dazzled
Them with music and dancing, and created an aura of legendary
Perfection seldom seen in today’s twenty-first-century world.
Frank Sinatra—You’re The One!!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, Schoeningen,
Germany (November 10, 2014) (Biographical Narrative poetic format)
the mother red fox
snuggles in warm den, feeds her kits...
a-oo-oo-oo-ooo
the owl in the tree
on a pitch dark moonless night ...
who-who-who-who-who
the mother red fox
says shhh, shhh, shhh, to the owl....
kits just wow, wow, wow
the crack of dawn breaks
a sunrise of red and blue ...
zzzzz, zzzz, silence speaks
I get a kick out of the whole song, "What Does The Fox Say"
but I dedicate my poem to "Fraka-kaka-kaka-kaka-kow"
Written February 21, 2014
Sponsor: Skat A
Contest: What Does The Fox Say
I did some research on the Red Fox and they make a sound
somewhat like the Tawny Owl and other trisyllabic sounds
like they are talking to each other..
They are mostly nocturnal
So you are choosing Rocky Mountain Oysters over Meatballs
You love to eat them from a zip loc bag at the mall
You grew up in the deep south eating these odd things
For instance, you choose chicken feet with toe nails instead of chicken wings
You said you would eat the Rock Oysters with spaghetti or rice, it really doesn't
matter
Sometimes you eat them fried in a Tempura Batter
Do you ever feel remorse knowing some baby pigs are missing their Pa
All because you prefer Rocky Mountain Oysters over Meatballs
I can't condone your preference for what you would call a tasty treat
Something is wrong passing up boiled eggs for pickled pig's feet
The stuff you eat would have me being a frequent flyer to a bathroom stall
I can't get past you showing favorites to Rocky Mountain Oysters Over Meatballs
Did anyone tell you what they really are
It's not something you eat with a date gazing at the stars
My mind has always been open to try different things
But I need to draw the line eating a male animal's bling bling
I've eaten camel, horse, octopus even legs of frogs
Down in Tijuana, I ate tacos made from dog
You say what's wrong with this, I share these with my in laws
Another advantage is Rocky Mountain Oysters cost less than your run of the mill
Meatballs
Have you tried them with a little bit of Texas Pete
Rumor has it they started with sheep on the island of Crete
I do however like a good seasoned batch of Collard Greens
Can't quite completely criticize the South, I am caught in between
But I do get a kick out of the deep Southern Drawl
But I am still a Yankee when declining Rocky Mountain Oysters over Meatballs
Making mountians out of molehills is driving me insane
Then you worsen it further by calling me some names
You tell me no one really loves and cares about me at all
I think you get a kick out of seeing me crumble and bawl.
You seem to always believe the worst of me
Things made up in your head.... that only you see
I paid dearly for the mistakes I once made
I want to close the book and let them fade.
You forever remind me and make me pay
Most times you don't believe a word I say
Always accusing me of wanting to stray
The edges of my heart are starting to fray.
Controlling me emotionally is a game you like to play
Your right, I'm wrong, why does it have to be this way?
I would never hurt you, demean you or ever make you cry.
Please bestow the same courtesy or I might have to say goodbye.
You tell me I'm wonderful, beautiful and smart!
But something flips in your brain then you're tearing me apart
I believe you hate yourself for falling in love with me
And you want me to end it and finally set you free.
You should never belittle and hurt the one you love
Love is precious and fleeting as a dove
Our time on earth goes much too fast
I don't want to spend another moment living in the past!
Should I end this love affair? Or give us one more chance?
Are the wounds so festered maybe the only option is to lance?
I know I may never love another as completely as I did you!
But how much heartache and strife can I keep going through?
Being an identical twin means you do not have a name
For the first eighteen years of your life but keep your happy heart.
You are called “Hey, you, Twin!” or “Stone Twin!”
Except by your friends who are amazing and can tell you apart.
I could not wait to leave home, so I could wear my own stuff.
My identical twin wanted to dress identically, this was so tough.
I could not wait to get out the door and be called my own name.
I did not tell anyone I had a look-alike, who looked exactly the same.
Now we are older, and we get a kick out of dressing alike.
It takes us hours of deciding, because we can rarely agree.
I like clothes with words, a motto, or moral, or a monster on a hike.
My twin likes to wear florals, old people clothes that irritate me.
We have a twin laugh that is creepy. Our whole family rolls their eyes.
This laugh starts out loud but after a while turns silent, which is cool.
Silent laugh, our children say, not understanding or able to surmise.
That twins have a sense of humor that follows no sense or rule.
My dog can spell
I think it's pretty cool,
he chews on a ham bone
then starts to drool.
I ask him many questions
then he wags his puffy tail,
when I spell the word o u t
toward the door he bails.
I spell the word w a l k
then he really runs around,
when he doesn't get out right away
he then flops to the ground.
I taught him how to sit pretty
Scamp can give a high five,
he cheats and gives ten instead
cheesy dog food keeps him alive.
He thinks they are treats
but he doesn't really care,
as long as he does his tricks
his "treats" will always be there.
These are four of many tricks
he's been taught since day one,
being adopted out of the S.P.C.A.
with him, I'm far from being done.
Whoever says a dog can't spell
they'd be, oh, so wrong,
maybe I can teach him more words
it might not take too long.
Copyright © Cynthia Jones
Feb.28/2015
It didn't take me too long to teach Scamp a few tricks. I get a kick out of him.
Often when someone catches me unaware
It seems an intrusion that I least expected
Makes me wary of surprises, I must declare
Most of the time, I prefer to be neglected.
It seems an intrusion that I least expected
I had already made plans for what I’d do
Most of the time, I prefer to be neglected,
Surprisers fail to consider the other shoe.
I had already made plans for what I’d do
Oh, I know they have the best of intentions,
Surprisers fail to consider the other shoe.
Still, I try to avoid disdain, I must mention.
Oh, I know they have the best intentions
Those who get a kick out of surprising me
Still, I try to avoid disdain, I must mention,
Being surprised doesn’t fill me with glee.
Those who get a kick out of surprising me
Makes me wary of surprises, I must declare
Still, I try to avoid disdain, I must mention
Often when someone catches me unaware.
Written December 2, 2022
AS I SIT HERE AND STEW:
MY VOICES ARE ON CUE,
RUNNING MY LIFE,
AS THEY USUALLY DO.
MY HEART TOOK A LEAP,
AS THESE FREEKS,
THEY DID CREEP
AROUND THIS HOUSE IN MY HEAD.
THEY’RE SO ENTERTAINING
BUT, OH,
SO PAINING
AS THEY KEEP ME TRAPPED HERE INSTEAD.
I JUST SIT AND I STEW, I DON’T HAVE A CLUE
WHAT MY HOUSEMATES
ARE REALLY UP TO!
THEY LAUGH AND THEY SNICKER,
WHICH MAKES MY SKIN THICKER
AS I CALL THEM MY TRUE FRIENDS.
THE THINGS THEY DO…
JUST TO GET A KICK OUT OF YOU
IS REALLY QUITE FUNNY, I THOUGHT.
Until they go Psycho
As having a side show
Was all they ever had planned.
Now they are mine
Left the Others Behind!,
As they take up this space in my head.
True Friends, I thought these voices were,
I thought I had found true love,
As they were Always there.
But the things I do…
……..Just because they tell me to,…….
Is really not funny at all.
It hurts me
Instead
Of being my friends,
These bastards are killing me softly.
Now, as I say,
My friends they do play
My Friends……. they do play,
On the playground:
In the back of My Brain…
For they are just kids
Kids at heart
With no big Story to tell,
Just Looking for Someone to Listen and Give Props,
To them, This is Cool,: a fantasy life.
They were looking for me: A Fantasy wife!!
Someone who married, for pretend.
That’s where our heart met ~ they’re souls and mine,
In a fantasy world of Unicorns and talking penguins.
Oh, can’t forget the Cartoon Giraffes!!
They Laugh and they snicker
And they play who’s quicker
At making the other one
Dance.
As it’s really quite weird,
And so very Intriguing
That in any time,
They won’t be fleeing….
Now it’s time, I really must go
Before they realize they can No Longer Hide here,
it’s not safe anymore in my head.
I must settle me down,
Time can Only tell
What these meds will do To settle my Voices too.
StarHeart Jones-Jacobs-BKA Jessica Peets, 2014
4:07 PM 21 oct 2014
I rhyme for a reason I reason for a rhyme
I do it in my sleep I do it all the time
Sorting and sifting through thousands of words
Searching through characters such as dogs and birds
I have to put my feelings to poem
And send them out on the net to roam
They will not go any other way
So I write them out day by day
Is it crazy to air feelings to strangers
Is there really an inherent danger
I don't know and I don't care
I have to get rid of this mess some where
So if others get a kick out of my stress
Let them go ahead and maybe forget their own mess
6/5/17
Bottle caps, joints and blunts in the ashtray
Not worth doing anything half way
Especially if today is my last day
Near and far from any cascade
Spending time in the fast lane
Now ain't that strange
I don't know why so many cats play
I got a lot to offer the rap game
Made by using my hands and brain
It's a damn shame
When someone gives something legitimate a bad name
And what some are willing to do to try and grab fame
Some get a kick out of boasting about how much cash came
If you couldn't ever hit the target, did you ever have aim?
Nothing like a crab cake
You talk too much crud, how does all the crap taste?
When things don't go your way, how quickly you get a sad face
Then you try to kiss butt and offer a handshake
While looking shady not trying to stand straight
Dear Green eye man, there is so much I could say to you. Pretty much all of them are the stuff only to be thought not said out loud. The last three years I replayed a lot of things in my head. I have owned up and accepted responsibility for my part. But I know you will never do that. I guess we know who is more of an adult between the two of us. Hint it’s not you. I rebuilt myself and made myself better than I was when we were whatever the hell we were. I do have to thank you though. I know it's odd to do that but I guess I should thank you sister too for giving me anxiety. Maybe if she didn’t do that I wouldn’t be a published writer. I’ve had to learn to rely on myself more than others when it comes to a lot of things. All those years we spent together off and on wasted cause you decided to take and take instead of being the good man you pretended to be. You can keep doing that all you want, green eye man. I’ll just keep being the better person in spite of you.
When I got published my thought was I bet you would get a kick out of it but then again you always saw me as a mark or a long con to be played. I guess I finally got that answer from the question I always asked you. You know the question I always asked you when you tried to play nice guy.
I will remember the good times like the first kiss behind the old church on Washington and Bay Street. Or how you helped me get through the passing of my oldest friend in 2016. The best memory of you is that you made me feel wanted all those years. There are also bad memories also. Like how you told everyone in your family that I was a bad person. If I was such a bad person why did you keep coming back to me? Answer me that. The memories of how you asked for my trust and love when you didn’t really give me hardley any at all, I think the bad memories over power the good ones a lot of the time. Maybe one day I will think back one day and smile at the sound of your name again but that won’t be any time soon, probably not in this life time though. Maybe with the next one you’ll be a better man but I doubt it.
By,
The better person
Maybe there was love shown
the cooking and the cleaning
it’s difficult to have known
with all of the demeaning
When you can’t tell the difference
between a trophy and detention
awards that lack significance
received the same reception
I always felt a counterweight
would appear with my success
a strange way to demonstrate
encouragement to try my best
Then there’s siding against
occurring automatically
Why not take my side?
not add problematically
Insisting on cleaning my room
when the doctor told me rest
make it last all afternoon
It’s shocking, causing stress
Then there is the privacy
why has my post been opened?
Do that but do not speak to me?
Like trust communication’s broken
Someone needs too encourage
“You can do it!” Or “good luck”
Not install the fear of god
the anxiety to self destruct
I guess that the love on show
was the cooking and the cleaning
It must be the way you know
thanks for that as it was my needing
I think you tend to look outside
rather than too your family
I guess you did that all your life
a habit to not standby me
If I’m not shown love at home
then where else would I find it?
Why raise me as you have known,
when you know you didn’t like it.
You can’t even talk to me,
there is no form of trust
foundations that extraordinary
are a metal bound to rust
You identify the opposite
of what most mothers do,
it causes inner conflict,
the love is out of view
the past is only relevant
because you've never changed
this makes it appear evident
you get a kick out of the strain