Best Kick Poems
FRED THE PERV.
Kinky Fred stole knickers off the line
One summer night his haul totalled nine
His spree ended in tears
Got an extra ten years
When Judge Sue said that red pair were mine.
LARS.
A young astronaut from NASA called Lars
Blasted off from Cape Kennedy to Mars
But then there was a glitch
When he pressed the wrong switch
Last seen heading at warp speed to the stars.
PETE.
A young pianist from New York called Pete
Could play William Tell using his feet
But he fell of his chair
And he started to swear
Was booed off and thrown into the street.
JOHNNY GABLE.
A mean old waiter called Johnny Gable
Saw a man choke to death on a bagel
He then shifted his body
To the side of the lobby
Said forgive me but we need the table .
O'TOOLE.
A forgetful pilot Johnny O'Toole
Was over the north sea flying to Bule
Then both engines spluttered
Under his breath muttered
Looked at his gauge and screamed no ruddy fuel.
OLD GANGSTER.
An old gangster rose from rags to riches
Got rid of all his traitors and snitches
They'd find in their bed
A racehorses head
Or find themselves sleeping with the fishes.
THE BAKER.
An unwashed old baker from Idaho
Had filthy fingers when kneeding the dough
Folk choked on his paella
Some died from salmonella
Got closed down and ended up on skid row.
O'KEEFE.
A fella by the name of O'Keefe
Was the long serving town's police chief
Someone stole the mess cookies
Everyone blamed the rookies
But it turned out O'Keefe was the thief.
AMOUROUS MICHAEL.
Amourous young Michael from Mayo
At a girls house he tried to stayo
She started to shouto
And then kicked him outo
Said she" you're not staying no wayo."
NIGERIAN POEM THIEF.
A sly poem thief from Nigeria
On the soup caused a mass hysteria
He stole soupers work
Soupers went beserk
On the run now cos he's in fear of ya.
Written 18th august 2019.
I never really made a bucket list,
but I guess I kind of did it when I had
one thing I wished for – which was to be kissed.
That one got kicked off by a gorgeous lad!
I also wished the world I’d get to see,
for I was more adventurous when young.
Beloved Spain I wished especially
to visit, practicing its native tongue.
To kick it off my list I got to do!
And as a bonus, I saw many more
great countries; then I married. That one too
got kicked off with two kids for me in store!
Before I kick that bucket and am dead,
I wish to die (with no pain) and in my bed!
Nov. 14, 2020 for Chantelle Anne Cooke's
What Have You Kicked Off On Your Bucket List Poetry Contest
Kick The Bucket
Olive juice.............
I have no friends to tell,
I'm a vulture in the bucket,
A bucket of KFC all for me.
Life well lived!
Until I wrote down my bucket list.
3-18-13
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!
I laugh and I cry
And I'm doing it all at the same time
I walk and I crawl
When not bouncing around like a rubber ball
It builds you up to tear your apart
Ain't love a kick in the heart
Feels good.....It hurts
But it tingles so, you know it works
It's sour...it's sweet
A chilling breeze in the summer heat
It's seeing the light from a shot in the dark
Ain't love a kick in the heart
L.............O.............V.............E
Is such a little word
But it can teach a hurricane
More about the twists and turns
It's black.....It's white
Pinstriped...Checkerboard and Tie Dyed
It's far....It's near
A screaming whisper in your ear
It's a wishing well full of falling stars
Ain't love a kick in the heart
It's crude.....with class
Dom Perignon in a redneck's glass
It's fast.....It's slow
Gaining ground when you lose control
It's a Rembrandt made from crayon marks
Ain't love a kick in the heart
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Colab with Ryan Reynolds
- matric dance 2017
We are Ambassadors,
We are Ambassadors Embarking on a new journey,
Reaching out, towards the future
That is glittering like the sun
Its warmth melts resolutions of today
We could mold awards for tomorrow
Walking on a new track
Leaving better tracks for our brothers and sisters
The first 3 laps we've ran with fears
Now let's pause and oil up the gears,
Before hitting the lap that is the last
Destiny is not a precast
We kiss no frogs,
Excellence's delegates
We bite a bunch of disposals
2017 is ours or the hard way
Flocking for the future,
Becoming a rainbow on the color grey
Becoming the delight of the day
Sweeping the dreams in one place,
Not forgeting to keep more sweat on the face
Bitterness fading, eating sweetness, I call that being fruitful
It is in our hands to make the future beautiful
We only got one chance,
But before we can - let's have a dance!
Kick.
A lot of questions arose in mind always and
Always those vanished from scene
Today I gathered them in mind and called
O I noticed you were ultimate piece.
Searches of bliss and peace and wealth of axis
Noted honestly by flowery pen with golden tips
Blank paper was gladdened with ink and flip
Told me I am happiest gist.
Amidst dreadful knocks of jolts and downs
Started to notice: I want to be your wrist
And was urging please be dedicated to assist in this
In your cities and towns I am arrested with natural kiss.
Love you so sending this SMS from my pad
I believe modern tongs may deceive but honest is chips
I will be afternoon this to shake hand broadening teeth
Questions emerged from mind then will be all dismissed.
(05/08/2014)
I’ve kicked the damn bucket
turned it upside down
pieces of a lae fell out, yards of fabric
hand-woven bright
The spill was tremendous
out came tinksa’s
prayer flags
singing bowls
and melted glass
from Pele
Kneeling in the snow
of winter, in I peer
the bottom is not insight,
wetness shimmers and seas call
oil films
on Northern lights
Before me, before my time
my Grandad played kick-the-can
damn good idea
as toe meets bucket, I howl
perhaps, I will go see
a polar bear!
No regrets fill my bucket
for I want mine full of colored bits of Lhasa
windchimes from Bhutan
Dented, by life marked, decorated
hell morphed, I intend to rise
on comet tails
look for me
in ashes on a wind
in the H i m a l ayas
Poet: Debbie Guzzi
Nobody ever sees a drop kick today.
The days of its popularity have gone away.
Look in the rule book; it’s still a legal play.
This is a move teams tend to avoid
since the ball took the shape of its familiar spheroid.
It is rare to get a true bounce when the ball touches the ground.
That is why attempts are practically never found.
However, a New England Patriots quarterback had no fears.
He performed the first drop kick in over sixty years.
The ball successfully went through the uprights for a score.
Since 2005, we have not been able to see anymore.
Information taken from the website of the Pro Football Hall of Fame
My heart was broken
Scattered fragments, evidence of our clash
Drops of blood flowing down my face
Alone, wounded, bashed, my feeling
Out of tune, broken harmony, shattered peace
Cold eyes, a soul without music
No melody, my ears can’t hear the music,
Picture imperfect, our dreams are broken,
But something still clamors for peace
Even as our swords clash
Our war continues, enmity cherished as a feeling
Weakness and tiredness now wrap my once cheerful face
Blood trailing down, but I keep a bold face
War cries the new soul music
Now an unknown solitude is my feeling
Some semblance with a soldier broken
Broken walls, monuments destroyed signatures of our clash
I’m a victim yearning for peace
Buried six feet was now the hope of peace
Focused was our gaze upon an expressionless face
The ground quaked as the titans clash
The trumpets ever rising, happiness in war music
New resolve formed even from a heart now broken
I hold onto the last strand of the love-like feeling
She says, ever strong and true to my feeling
Like a still flowing river, my thoughts are serenaded with peace
A tear from my eyes reminds me my heart is broken
But unbroken is the radiation of love glowing on my face,
Like a beautiful orchestra his words to my ears are music
We let down our sword, ending the clash
Love, the new feeling, sealed swords never to clash
New music filled with melody, rejuvenated peace
As smiles return to our faces, we mend our hearts broken
Sean-Kelz™
Kopastetic
Not even barely breathing chest thumping like a tamburine n
Trying to be decent
But the whole situation has my chest wheezing head pounding heart leaking for what a bloodclot reason.
The explanation was just weak why not admit defeat when got the speaking
It just ain't kosher if shoe was on the other foot I'd be bowled over tenderized n put in the George forman
roll-toaster-ry
Open dialect with open mindedness
Even said of how I'm understanding this
Even tho I was so heated I was shaking n
This isn't the end becuz it was turned around on me of past tense
I couldn't even believe this but it did
Get to that extent
Yet it made no sense I open up this hidden agenda that wouldn't have been exposed if I wouldn't have
looked for why my body had sleep kept from me ......peace
Hang-gliding over a lava-spewing Hawaiian volcano
Flying a two-seater through the eye of a raging tornado
Bungee-jumping from the top of a skyscraper in Dubai
Crossing a bed of coals barefoot on an LSD high
Prying open the jaws of a vicious crocodile and peeking in
Leading the army of Latvia against Russia, expecting to win
Competing in triathlons on consecutive days, back-to-back
Crossing the Pacific Ocean on water skis, carrying a knapsack
Making expeditions to the North and South Poles in the same week
Learning to speak Latin, Vietnamese, Chinese, Swahili, and Greek
Riding a camel across the Sahara Desert in mid-June
Wrestling an alligator, porcupine and angry baboon
O, Bucket List, Bucket List: Who could ever complete you?
I'll just take care of my family instead ~ I won't even need you!
I’ll have peace of mind at night
if you just stay out of my sight.
I have seen the light and
I now know that I am too good to be your type,
too intelligent to wait for this to get ripe.
The storm has expired and I am resistant.
It will be a waste of your time to become persistent.
The distance in our existence
has forced me to regurgitate you out of my system.
And I just…finished…URLING!
You resurrectedme from death,
understanding the depth
of my souls last breath.
You didn’t rob me, you restored
the energy that my mind ignored.
You added light to my sun and made it shine
all because you are so illuminating, the darkness died behind.
You inspired this shine,
you are simply divine.
I am so happy that you are mine.
Entered in Vienna Bombardieri's Kiss My Petunia Contest
Kick - A - Cola
Endorsement money
Sports entertainment
Ethics and commerce
Challenged are values
……..” I don’t like
……..that my Son
………drinks Coke “
..Now that was lament
..Of Christiano Ronaldo
..Now: Kicks - A - Cola
Dad finally moved those bottles
Love for his son Vs. endorsement
A battle A game that must be won
How can a sportsman endorse poison
Not late for other dads to emulate him
The sporty father- set a new standard
As spectators let us not get carried by
Those 4Billion$ hit on the Coke shares
That may well be another game, arena
Applaud the sportsmanship on display
A father finally decided to Play the ball
No more a clothes hanger, finally a Dad
.
Can stop here but to complete the image
The bottle in center stage, biggest Brand
What is the content - sugar water untruth
.
“There is nothing in Coke that is good 4 U”
Yo Man! why then promote this mix in sport
“Inside the leather bag you are a consumer
“Entertained consumer Deluded to - core”
Someone puncture the veneer kick free
Primate-consumer-consumable-ate
Strangely one of biggest brands
A billion cans opened per min.
A 60 Billion $ market cap
…Am I divided…...Figures and
….On 1 hand ………….justification
…..Passion ………………..Built upon-
…..Another ?……………...…Deception & Untruth
Can I sail on 2 ………….……..C’mon Give it a
Boats or give a …………………..BOOT
Poem on Christiano Ronaldo moving Coke bottle
You will have many decisions to make
Some difficult, some easy as cake
And every path you take
Will be a scar or memory to embrace.
"Be not afraid" they said
And everything you do always try your best.
But it’s harder than choosing between B and C
For life is no multiple choice test.
But every day you will grow,
And right from wrong you will know.
Be cheerful and enjoy life
For some choices only happen once.
Your future is your choice
Embrace it with all your heart’s rejoice.