Best Kicked Poems
(This is a fictional poem)
A 94 year old woman kicked my ###.
She beat the crap out of me and left me bleeding on the grass.
Every time I got up, she knocked me down again.
She beat me really hard and I sure as hell didn't win.
The fight started when she asked me to put out my cigar.
I told her that I'd shove it up her vagina and I guess I went too far.
When she got through beating me, I had lost most of my teeth.
Now people laugh at me and all I feel is grief.
The price of a barrel of oil is plummeting right now
Won't be reflected at the pumps right away, those cows
When the price goes up
We get kicked in the butt
When they go down it takes forever, those dirty old sows
© Jack Ellison 2015
Kicked Around
The football game was over the players had gone
to the changing rooms, the winning side talked eagerly
repeating themselves endlessly while the losing side
was subdued silently blaming the goalkeeper.
The football itself the one they all chased was left on
the field and it was raining, it had been kicked so much
it was rather breathless and now it was getting cold,
it bitterly thought I`m round without me they couldn`t
play proper soccer but would have to use a rugby ball.
The lonely ball hoped a boy would come pick it up and
take it home to his room; his mother would shout telling
him to clean it he promised to do so but didn`t.
The boy must be a studious type enjoys doing homework
and the ball is tired of the sporting life.
WHAT I’VE KICKED OFF MY BUCKET LIST.
Kicked off to do’s before I knew,
the term called,” Bucket List.”.
What we teens termed, “chasing our star”
”our dream” or … our heart’s “wish.”
With twenty -five bucks chased dream, from
Georgia, New York, on a train,
Chasing dream involving fashion,
chase little piece … of fame.
“Times” Classified Men's ad. answered,
interviewed by Vice President.
Didn’t get job, we’re fifty years wed,
glad on interview …went!
Christian Dior my design used,
next a New York award.
Georgia’s Woman of Achievement”
humbly … thanked my Lord.
In Macon, Georgia I started
“First Fridays” events here.
Through namesake, Joycine’s Art Gallery”
my art and others … cheer.
Deathbed promise made a best friend,
poetry publish and write.
In “P.S. Anthology,
a bucket wish … delight.
My Bucket list greatest, check off,
was my son Paul's birth.
Of all awards received in life,
God’s gift… greatest on earth!
Contest What Have you Kicked off Your Bucket List
by Chantelle Ann Cooke
On cobbled streets the brawl began
Down Brick Lane in London Town
The back drop of the curry shops
Set the stage for fisty cuffs
The night began as most would plan
A bunch of lads some with wags
Enjoying beers and laddish chants
Heading to a place where we could dance
This normal night fell down hill
When a mate of mine became quite ill
Normally of normal mind
The drunk fool thought he'd be unkind
And rack his heavily buttoned coat over
The bonnet of a passing Sport Range Rover
The 4 by 4 slammed on the breaks
And my friend realised his mistake
Inside this car were 5 hard bastards
And unfortunately none of them were plastered
And if for the driver the plot was not yet lost
When my other mate held his door shut,
It definitely was
At this point all chaos consumed
This tiny street for spicy food.
I've been beat down
dragged through the muddy streets
of harsh words and slander
I've been ripped to pieces
thrown to the ground
kicked in the trash
there is no love for this
despicable female
so why was I born?
I'm hated by those who should love me
I'm the worse person ever
why don't I croak my daughter said
I can't continue
my heart burns in distress
from the slapped down I endure today
God please end this life
a worthless flesh
deserving of death by mistles
Deadly mistles of words
born of a man and woman
I shall not show my face ever again among people
The stabs like a two edge sword
pierced my chest
twisted by lies that hurts
Those words pained worse than
being set afire with gasoline
and the strike of a match
I'm nothing in the eyes of men
suspicious in the eyes of woman
an alien in the heart of the earth
The acid in my stomach
burns like the sun
on the hottest day of the year
Omg bury me in the ocean
where the fish never see
the day of light
Please bury me on the highest mountain
where the hawks and eagles
will eat my flesh feed their baby chicks
My my my, bury me in the desert
where the sun burns hotter
than a furnace filled with sulphur
oh oh oh kill me already
why torture me like hyhenas
feeding on a live, struggling lioness
Shall I fall asleep tonight
peacefully never to awake
to see another day of fright
Up and down, up and down, up and down
I don’t know if I have any more energy for
Up and down
If the line would flatten
I could finally rest
A masked woman wearing scrubs
Fights my inclination for slumber
But, sleep equals peace
My lungs and head droop
Alarms blare
I hear mumbled words
Something about rousing my oxygen levels
I breathe the shape of a box
A trick learned from a Seal
It works as prescribed
Briefly
But, also adds weights to my eyes
The black beckons
More voices
Persuading
For a return to deep inhalations
Inspiration illuminates and
Instead
I sing
Laughter and confusion
They believe they are witnessing another
Drug induced performance
However,
I
Am
Lucid
They don’t understand
I’ve dwelt in darkness
Many times before
I’ve tried to disappear
Into its obscurity but,
For reasons yet revealed
Someone
Keeps shining a spotlight
On me
On everybody
So, I croon
Only a few notes initially
My oxygen spikes
Astonishment
Giggling turns into song requests
A Frank Sinatra classic was my first
Fully awake
Stability
With challenges
Ups and downs, ups and downs, ups and downs
I’m so tired
Nevertheless,
I’m on stage
The spotlight shines and
The traditional theatrical battle cry insists
The show must go on
Pretty sure all you guys can attest to the pain
Kicked in the jewels, bad words you exclaim
Totally collapse
Prefer death perhaps
Eyeballs roll and you lose bits of your brain
Pretty sure all you guys can attest to the pain
Kicked in the jewels, bad words you exclaim
Totally collapse
Prefer death perhaps
Eyeballs roll and you lose bits of your brain
Love jumped up one afternoon
and as I sat reading a book,
she kicking my door in
and took me in a dream wonderland
full of surreal life,
and Salvador Dali was there, painting
and Picasso sat smoking a cigarette,
and thumbing his nose at Dali,
but Dali smiled and kissed his feet.
Love tugged me by the hand, as an impatient mother
would do to her child in a candy shop.
She showed me a cloud,
and on that cloud was the twenty-seven club
smoking weed and drinking whiskey and playing music,
Jimi Hendrix playing his fender Stratocaster with his teeth,
Jim Morrison and Janis Joplin singing away to a blues tone,
Kurt Cobain and Robert Johnson were no where in sight though!
And I sat with them and I talked with them and I played with them
and I sang with them, and they loved me,
and we were happy,
and Love pulled me again and she kissed me on the lips,
and showed me three people who had broken my heart,
and they were dressed in grey and frowning,
I did not laugh and I did not cry, I just stood and stared
(they were ashamed to look at me,)
Love pulled me into her own little place,
on her own little cloud,
I sat on a throne decorated with gems and rubies
and their sat a table full of food and drink
and Love came close to me and fed me and cuddled on me
and kissed me and made me feel safe and secure.
She was a beautiful goddess, that Love girl.
She smiled and it made my heart jump and skip
and she held me close and there I trusted her
and trust I did to her.
I closed my eyes and I feel asleep and dreamed about anything that I wanted to.
Dream after dream of beautiful and glamorous things that made my head spin!
Love was by my side the whole night and day,
and there she was every single day,
in what felt to be May
and she sang a song;
that made me dance and kiss her more and more.
That day Love jumped up and kicked in my door,
was the best thing that ever occurred to me.
.1.24.2014.
did you kick me out?
did you find that perfect girl?
you'll reep what you sow
I kicked the world lay at my feet
the wrong way down a one way street
I kicked and kicked and didn’t stop
until I reached the paper shop
and thought my journey was complete.
Between the headlines of defeat
Liverpool's team was in retreat
hearing the call from Jürgen Klopp
I kicked the world.
My dad leapt up out from his seat
with terrace chants I won’t repeat
reality began to drop
legging towards the mighty Kop
only the goalie left to beat
I kicked the world.
Pretty sure all you guys can attest to the pain
Kicked in the jewels, bad words you exclaim
Totally collapse
Prefer death perhaps
Eyeballs roll and you lose bits of your brain
Time took a running start and kicked me in the back
Breaking my C-2 Vertebrae. No biggie.
I have had worse. I take a swig on my cig.
Neck brace? Sure. Why not?
Time slams a Chevy into the back of my car.
Breaking numbers six and seven in my back.
Time is kicking my ass this month I guess.
Luckily, my neck is already broken, so win-win for me.
Time gives me osteoporosis and shingles.
Two things I never realized I needed.
The benefits and joys of being seventy.
Come get me time. Give me your next best shot.
Bill Clinton called me stupid so I called him fat.
He took a swing at me and I didn't take that.
Now Clinton is living in a whole lot of grief.
He has to gum his food because I knocked out most of his teeth.
When I hit him a second time, he fell in a manhole and got stuck.
People came by and started peeing on him, he was out of luck.
I guess I made an enemy instead of a friend.
Clinton swore never to mess with me again.
(This is a fictional poem.)