Chuck Norris is in heaven right now
He is pleading my case to God
He will get the Job Done
I Love Kamila Helen Dupalova more than anyone else
She is my best friend more than everyone else
I Love you Kami like I Love No One else
You Milla are beyond belief
Diamond of Czechia you Ignite my spirit like no one else
Kamca I adore everything about you
Kamera you are the picture of perfection in my eyes you could do no wrong
Heaven could offer me everything without you it all is nothing to me
for 20 years I have dreamed about you Kelly
You know me deeper in ways no one else ever will
my every wish is to be with you
Chuck Norris is my deepest Road Dog him DMX are with Jesus right now talking about us
I Love you Kami more than all else but I know I am High Vibrational One With Jesus One With Kami
why is the coffee pot making Kool-Aid again?
I stared at my husband. Was he bonkers or what?
He is older by seven months, has Alzheimer’s kicked in?
I have not had coffee for a week, so I have no answers.
I do know, that when I was drinking coffee, the pot was fine.
the pot sat empty on the counter, giving me a forlorn look.
Kool-Aid huh? I love purple and red Kool-Aid.
I decide to give the pot another spin.
All I get is coffee.
Now I am disappointed.
Psychology kicked God out
No need. No need for His universal principles. Never.
Never. Here is the psychology. This is. No God.
Psychology is the spiritual top. God is nothing
“You are not right. Psychology is not spiritual.”
“Psychology is serving an unknown power.”
Yes. But who pays for the psychology? And why?
“You know. A long time ago.” Not exactly. I have two options.
“Tell me.” The House and an unknown group. “And a third?”
Good question. But there is the third. You mean altogether.
No. My answer is no. I am a soul. I don’t need poison.
No psychology. Never. I need Nature. God. Life.
“You don’t need these psychologists.” Never. I am forever.
“That’s right.” Said Master Satan.
But who legitimized psychology?
“The House.”
Knock knock I kept knocking at addictions door
Each knock feeling as if only they were knocked
Days turned to weeks with little to no progress
I kept knocking at the door so well locked
Failure after failure I became its expert
I’ll try my elbows at this door so blocked
Do I ask for help or do I seek wisdom in thyself?
I throw my whole body at the door only to get mocked
One day I tell myself this door will loosen up
I try to knock softer in this never-ending deadlock
6 months go by I begin to stop myself before blackout
Still the door remains but it doesn’t seem so landlocked
Another three months I dwell in shame
Turning to prayer I fear God sees me as King of Gawk
Faith is all I have left to throw at the door
Then one day I no longer feel mocked
Finally a year later later I regain my goal of goals
Persistence and faith finally made this door unlocked
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.
There she lies, all bruised and bleeding.
She always gets up.
There's no conceding.
She'll never comprehend the reason.
Was it too easy because she was seasoned?
Another's strong emotional reaction kicked her to the curb.
Now she's in traction.
A broken system in the dust.
Whom can one truly trust?
Regardless how cloudy some days seem to be,
the sun will break thru eventually.
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.
The art substitute teacher kicked ten of the seventeen sixth graders out.
The principal was beside herself. She brought four of them to me.
Could you play a game with them or something?
These four were not kicked out.
They are usually such clowns, the teacher didn’t even “try them” with a sub.
I played three or four games with them. We had a lot of fun.
So much fun they brought me two more sixth graders.
During this game playing one of them informed me of this:
“We plan to get kicked out of music on Friday so we can come back.”
Friday might be a problem. We are using the library today.
Because the librarian only comes on Thursday and Friday.
Obviously, we cannot use it on these days.
My office only fits about two people, me and a pencil.
I rack my brain trying to figure out how I can fix this.
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
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
All goals
set down at schools
kicked down on the grounds
in soccer
When you were bitter
Callous and unkind
Jumped to conclusions
Content to misjudge
Made a game of being cold
Wouldn’t give the time of day
Or offer up a cup of tea
Swept me off like crude debris...
I wish I could say I rose above
And walked away without a care
That it didn’t hurt me to be snubbed
By you~ my most unlikely bully
You took me by surprise
I never saw it coming
AP: Honorable Mention 2025, Honorable Mention 2022
So I got kicked out
Of the store
And I wanna go in
But I can’t
Any more
When everything was said and done,
Tom Willis kicked the crap out of George Jefferson.
George continuously called Tom's son a zebra and Tom was fed up with it.
George was rushed to the hospital after Tom Willis snapped and had a fit.
He kicked George's butt and made him eat the floor.
George decided not to call Tom's son a zebra anymore.
George had Tom thrown in jail for assault and battery shortly after the fight.
Now the prison guards are calling Tom a zebra because he's wearing stripes.
(This poem was inspired by 'The Jeffersons' TV show.)
Operating room. From under the table- "Meow!"
The surgeon kicked the cat- with a gently stroke.
The cat start begging much more loud.
The surgeon said- "Well. Take it. Choke!"
He cut off something and threw it on the ground,
The cat gobbled it and pleased, at once went out.
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