Best Kick Back Poems
Narrate you own life's story
and tell you own life's tale
Don't leave it up for grabs
or even up for sale!
Write down your own life's story
before the others do
Wading through words and phrases
that aren't remotely true...
Plan out your own life's story
before it's done for you-
and you're stuck acting out a life
that you despise and rue.
Plot out your own life's story
or at least, Act Two (or Three)
Rewrite your script, if needed
to set your spirit free!
Dress yourself with color
costume yourself with care
Create the character you want to be
and strut with catwalk flair!
Design and build your life's stage
or at least, rearrange the props
and play your role with moxie
not caring if it flops...
Create your own life's story
as producer, director, star-
and then kick back & enjoy the show
no matter how bizarre!
Be your own show's critic
ignoring all other reviews
Lavish your life with praise
acknowledging cast and crew.
Become your very own fan club
awaiting each scene of your day
Taking joy in each thoughtful detail
of your glorious, quirky play!
The campfire reaches
Lighting the night
Rolling the logs
Red embers take flight
Sharing our memories
Eating nuts for snacks
Spitting shells in the fire
The fire spitting them back
We laugh at jokes
And sarcastic remarks
Smoke waters our eyes
We run from the sparks
The conversation lags
As the evening tires
We all kick back
Put more wood on the fire
Center of attention
Entertaining as well
We become entranced
Succumb to it's spell
Unrecognized faces
On the bark as it burns
Enchantment transcends
All lack of concern
The warmth lives inside
As we slowly turn in
Our friend the fire
Has cleansed us again
by Daniel Turner
You live on an island not at all on an island
But smack, in the middle of life,
The center of our small word loving society
If it weren't for you, I had drowned
In that Soup-sea of incomprehensible
rules for autists.
It isn't strange for hubbies to say: "I love you".
So there you go ;)
Ask your first hubby if we can share
to eternity and back, because that
would be so lovely.
Jan, life kicks us so hard sometimes
but we kick back with a vengeance!
One day we'll swim that canal
and meet halfway on our rubber duckies
Smiling broadly and drinking
ginger tea.
***
February 18, 2017
Health got you down?
Blood pressure's up?
Can't sleep at night?
Nothing left in your cup?
Hey! Take it easy!
Kick back! Settle down!
You take life too seriously!
Go find your inner clown!
Kid around! Tell a joke!
Think of a funny riddle!
Come on, Jack:
Pick up your fiddle.
Hey diddle-diddle!
Don't be a crank. Play a prank!
Give yourself some room.
The best Rx for you
Is to cast off your gloom!
Don't believe me?
Think it's all hoo-ey?
Ready to stick out your tongue
And go PHOO-EY?
Well, I'll tell you what happened
To my friend at the doc's;
When they read him his blood pressure,
His knees 'gan to knock;
It was up there so high,
He was sure he'd soon die...
Then the doc came in,
Flashed a silly grin,
His fingers stroking
The imaginary Beard on his chin,
My friend thought this so funny,
He laughted his nose runny,
Til Doc gave him more news:
He had the 'urine test blues.'
Well, that really did it,
My friend couldn't quit
Laughing and guffawing
Til his sides nearly split.
When he fin'lly calmed down,
Doc said, "Sit back and rest.
It's time to retake that silly
Blood pressure test."
And what do you know?
Lo and behold,
When the reading was taken,
My friend's heart no longer was achin,'
And his pulse had stopped racin.'
"Good Heavens!" cried Doc,
"We musta been mistaken!
Either that or all these yuks musta
Fixed ye:
Your blood pressure's down to
110 over 60!"
A Animals other than my kind are
B Beautiful, loving souls; empathic to their
C Core and full of absolute
D Devotion
E Expressed compassionately, to their
F Family members.
G Generous to a fault are their hearts and souls;
H Holding no malice for wrong deeds done to them, they
I Insist on being there strictly for you.
J Just revel in the delight and warmth;
K Kick back and let them give their
L Love.
M Mutts, cats, birds or even rats have affection,
N None are exempt from God’s love.
O One moment spent with a loving pet is so
P Precious; the rewards of such
Q Quality time with omniscient love
R Reduces
S Stress causing you to
T Transcend this mortal realm.
U Ultimate happiness is a pet;
V Vanquishing all tension and tears of the day.
W Walk your dog, play with your cat, they can help
X Xenophobia, depression and anxiety and
Y You can live with
Z Zest, once again.
2-12-2020
ABECEDARIAN CONTEST Poetry Contest
Caren Krutsinger
As tiny globes they float,
Wearing a rainbow coat,
Filled with young breath they glow,
The soap bubble dreams we blow.
Pop! They burst with stranger’s touch,
In the windless sky, away from our clutch.
...Life is rife with lies we tweak,
A hideout from our miseries!
Flightless wings and wailing dreams,
Are a kick back to reality!
been tired of messing up
waking up like wtf
this better not be my funeral
different face murials
curtains on a ghost i cannot see u
timeless I'm high
police sirens kill my high
expression don't lie
SHOT A SELFIE suicide
saw my life flash before eyes
15 to life homie keep ur head up
more to life than giving a damn
got something coming up soon
hot as a mother later this june
im not the realest that is the truth
am not selling STORIES always a few talking a good one
sitting like ducks wanna get lose jump on coupe if u wanna go fast
i grew up too soon now I'm trying to kick back
don't have to front when i throw out trash
gotta delete all my cellular cache
mind your business don't even ask
if u scroll to left u might see my x
do it again and u might be my next
not THE TYPE TO SAY SORRY I CARRY MYSELF LIKE A DONT WORRY
HELD IT DOWN SLEEP PARALYSIS WOKE UP HARD THATS MY SUCcUBUS
I DO THIS SO PASSIONATE
TRACTION ON TRACKS IM GASING IT
I COULD TELL U LIKE DRAMA
HASHTAG CALL IT WHAT U WANNA
SOAP OPERA IM SO PROPER LET ME EXPLAIN IM so AWESOME
CROSS MY LACES I TIE A KNOT IM TRIP ON THE STASH ON MY SOCK
r U A COP?
STOP ASKING QUESTION
not TRYING TO ATTRACT ATTENTION
ONLY BENJamIns
IT IS WHAT IT IS IF THATS UR ATTITUDE
NO CIRCUMSTANCES ONLY OBSTACLES
POSSIBLE WHEN GOD WITH YOU
I WONT GO DIABOLICAL
money I've lost it
girls I've lost it
friends I've lost
mind i lost it
ride I've lost it
my cool I've lost
time I've lost it
count your losses get up off me
https://soundcloud.com/doenuttrackz/get-off-me-doe-produced-by-doe
thank u for listening.
Welcome To My Home
I've been blinded by your sentiment,
and awoken by your sweet cologne,
like our sweet morning regiment,
we don't live in a house, but a home.
I see my pugs silly smushy face,
as soon as I open my exhausted eyes,
all night he sleeps in the same place,
on my feet, but I'm not surprised.
I'm in the bathroom brushing my teeth,
I open the door and there he is,
my sweet golden retriever beast,
So darn sweet, how can I resist?
“Time to get up Ella and get dressed!”,
It's Monday, you know how that goes,
As I see her smile I know I am blessed,
Love her from her head to her tiny toes.
Pancakes and orange juice for breakfast,
packing a lunch for my sweet Ella Rose,
These special moments can't be purchased,
Oh, how her beautiful brown hair flows.
Back from school and it's Laura time,
I kick back, relax, and do a little writing,
I'm lucky to have a chance to unwind,
My over sized lounge chair, typewriting.
Laundry piled up I suppose I throw in a load,
mmmmmmm..my favorite fabric softener,
Hot water is off my washer is cold,
But I think it makes the clothes softer.
Eat lunch? Or my favorite apple strudel?
I'll go with the unhealthy snack instead,
Plus I just looked and I'm all out of noodles,
and I have no more of my raspberry vinaigrette.
Uh oh, I forgot to feed the turtle and bunny,
my precious white fluffy piece of heaven,
His name is Lucky and he is very funny,
Pebbles the turtle just turned seven.
I set my phone alarm to go off at four o'clock,
I still can't decide what's my favorite ring tone,
I go to the bus stop right around the block,
It's cold, I would've brought a coat if I had known.
“Hi sweetheart, how was your day at work?
He's finally home, I've missed him so much.
Next it's time to sit down and do homework,
Dinner's ready, we are all starving, I figured as such.
Look inside our windows you will see it yourself,
With our little family of seven we're never alone,
We may not have a lot of monetary wealth,
But we've learned to turn a house into a home.
Written By: Laura Loo
Date Written: January 29, 2016
Freshman year was a breakout year for me,
I maintained a positive attitude.
This was someone I did not used to be,
Through that year I gained so much gratitude.
Year two was by far the year of heartbreaks,
a lot of my family members had died.
I was so mentally messed up it aches,
When Darion had passed I sat and cried.
Junior year was the best year of my life,
I pulled off the best grades in my career.
Even though it gave me a lot of strife,
I wanted to kick back and sip a beer.
Senior year is coming to an end quick,
Can not wait to laugh and share one last pic.
Ever have one of those days
where you just have to get away
from the daily work grind...
where you can just kick back,
relax a little,
and finally unwind,
tomorrow is that day for me
because I took a personal day,
where I'm going to sleep in till noon,
wake up and shower and dress
and watch a little television
if I'm in the mood,
then eat a leisurely lunch
with a lot of crunch,
and savor every bite,
afterwards have a nice dessert,
like some sherbet,
that'll really hit the spot,
then drive to my appt. in town
and get massaged by a masseuse,
go get a manicure and a pedicure,
shop for a new dress,
and go get my hair done by my hair stylist,
later at home check my e-mail
and see whats on the soup,
laugh at some of the funny poems
because they can be so humorous,
read some of the serious ones,
and feel the corners of my mouth suddenly droop,
then after that I'll maybe take a walk
and stroll around the park,
but by then it'll probably be getting late
and the dusk will be turning to dark,
so I'll go home to my family,
and I'll say good night
and go retire for the night,
where I'll go into my sanctuary,
change into my pajamas,
watch some t.v.
and turn off the light,
but I know most if this is just a fantasy,
but it really doesn't matter
since I'm not really into all that glamour
why I'm just your average Josephine,
like a lot of folks just trying to stay afloat
by making ends meet,
Because when I look around
there's 1001 chores to be done,
especially the housework,
where I'll be washing dishes,
feeding the cats, dogs and fishes,
cleaning windowsills,
dusting and vacuuming,
mopping floors,
wiping down doors,
doing the laundry,
and shredding some old bills,
But hey, I'd rather get these mundane
chores out of the way on a Friday,
so then on the weekend
I can do what I want
and go out and have a fun day!
Spring mornings are cool bright and wonderous
Birds loudly chirping as they fly and tweet
Flowers blooming surrounding all of us
Fresh raindrops drenching the earth at our feet
Summer is coming cool weather we'll long
Yard work and spring cleaning, the swirling dust
School is out for break the sparrows sing songs
Pollen floating in the air as is lust
Spiders seem to come alive spinning grooves
Lizards running along the walls outside
Cats give a chase to everything that moves
Picnics at the park baseball home run slide
Kick back and relax go to the beaches
Read an old fave Dr. Seuss The Sneetches
The wind-chime tree
is singing in heavenly voice,
there are Angels beneath the golden rusty
red leaves,
There singing out in Harmony
a slow and sad ;'hymn in the soft
breeze
I lolled into the peacefulness
I kick back in my relaxing chair
close my eyes , and dream.
Aluminium Fairy's are dancing and laughing
on Green sleeves and Y shaped branches
They STOP, Spin clockwise in the wind
holding on to the tip of failing dying leaf
I hear them say
''WHO is she ?
Hi there everybody. It looks like I'm back.
Let's see for how long according to track.
Every now and then with all that I do,
Seems I just plain wear down and I have to renew;
Recharge my battery, kick back, take a rest,
With my job and my housework it puts me to test.
My hubby is ill and I must care for him,
My daughter had surgery but is now home again.
She has to have more and must go back again.
I'm worried for sure but know God will attend.
We reach out to Jesus for He cares for His Own.
Whatever the outcome we're never alone.
I'm sorry that I disappear now and then.
Exhaustion takes over and I just get the bends.
Hope you'll all understand and bear with me, okay?
The devil it seems tries to rule the day;
But if we keep the faith we are stirred but not shaken.
God will not desert me, be not mistaken.
We'll stay close to Jesus no matter what costs it,
Though the devil won't bother someone whose done lost it.
ARTE MAYOR*: Neither Cricket nor Football
Is this the way to prop A-first
Sock not oval ball overhead
Slam not round ball with drumstick dead
Cut not corporate tax: the worst
Hundred millions sweat till tv burst
Swamp Super Bowl cheer-leaders' tights
The day England scorned Wales' rights*
Would arméd football rugby durst
Catch not ball in leather-gloved hand
Watch how slip-fields pluck balls from air
Out-fields brave boundaries debonair
That's what cricket's in any land
Trumped-up charges make no A-men grand
Nor soft base balls stop eyes grow sore
A-1 Nation must make World soar
Hail Rugby! King Twickenham brand!
Throw missile back You Quarter-Back
Take no step beyond the Red line
Referee draws to keep the front-line
Push no further than ball in pack
The Golden Rule's not to kick back
Unless you're in scrum cheek to jowl
And lick the foe if he must growl
Block those horns in grid-lock Am-track!
Curve ball's By Gad no in-swinger
Reach first base sans one lone strike
Home runs no match sixes through dike
Stop runs coming through huge bouncer
Best way to take the World over
Scrap apéd games from lean memory
Learn to play ball gentlemanly
You'll need no Vinson carrier!
*Arte Mayor (Sp. Major Art) stanzaic form, the art of Archiprest de Hita (12th-13th c.): eight syllabic lines in eight-line stanzas, rhyming abba acca.
*England beat Wales in epic match at Cardiff to win Six-Nations' Rugby 2017 Trophy; the same day the Super Bowl was watched by 125 millions on TV. If the same audience could have seen the match at Cardiff, I'd wager that would have been the very last Super Bowl event in history.
© T. Wignesan - Paris, 2017
In last night's movie, a young writer
and an older, married with children French woman
fall in love. They did not meet during a village massacre
and money is no object, Manhattan
the place I was priced out of. But after everything has happened
she cannot leave her children, not even for love, because of love,
the love that brooks no serendipity.
Here, in my family, love is taken for granted
except when it's withdrawn and then even the trees lose all meaning,
familiarity. Now it is almost dawn:
this and that must get done in committee or alone.
Don't reach, go slow as the day will allow.
But that's not what I came to say.
Perfect rest v. having a destiny.
A complete breakdown in self-discipline.
It begins by saying nothing I do matters under the eye of eternity.
Hamlet x 5 centuries.
Add to that all the science--chemistry, physics--calculus and music
I don't know. I have sat next to, at weddings,
brain surgeons and robot engineers. I hit the street
choosing a church on Fifth Ave. or Trinity Cemetery, walking the
heartless city.
In the subsequent late night movie, a wealthy
altruistic doctor arranges for the murder
of his neurotic concubine. His guilt provides us
with an opportunity to consider
the concepts of faith and forgiveness, that all will be well in the end
after a period of meaningless suffering.
In this way the seasons have been circulating for eons via convexity.
I don't know what I'm doing but I'm doing it anyway.
You trust in genetics, God, prosthetics or prayer, whatever
gets you to the morning. That's when the sun,
a billion trillion nuclear detonations per second
warms your bones.
You may remember an old lover who's gone before
or continues to exist on another plane, in another ecstasy.
Having installed a new toilet seat
and made a few philanthropic donations
I can kick back tonight and watch movies, right?
Not. I'm ridding myself of another addiction
like illegal drugs via caloric restrictions
getting enough sleep for two people or more
and reading none of the dry words in books from the library.
When there's nothing to do, when I'm bored or dreary
I'll sit still and watch from the window, I'll wait
for the weather to change, which it will.