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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
A day of sunlight
Cascais has had a few good days with sunlight and no rain
already, the meteorologists are worried, interviewed on TV
They display concerned faces, more rain is needed.
I used to live in the Algarve every year,
the story was about
the lack of rain "seca"
The idea was to bring water from the North, channel it
down to Algarve, but to do this, and since we live in a democracy
every Tom, Dick, and Harry's opinions have to be heard
if the day comes when tourists have to bring drums of water
there might be a consensus to stop farmers in Alentejo
" no digging of drains in our land."
Sometimes our cherished
democracy needs a little push.
Our planet has been subjected to many climate changes
perhaps we are in the middle of one now and have nothing
much to do with oil and gas production
society needs oil products like petrol, diesel, and coal
the battery car is a fancy idea grasped by those who know
how to turn a shilling; as for wind farms, we have to dot
the whole country, to the expense of farmland, to get
capacity, but still, it will not cover all the world's needs
when a lake or a dam runs dry, it is caused by ~hydro
electric, and not by the weather, and for those with eyes to see,
spring is more lush now than it used to be
He comes out to the orchestral suite of William Walton's Henry V
Refuses to shake hands with Jimmy
Sits unemotional on the plush armchair
I'm the technician running the cameras
Standing with a clipboard and head-set
Rousing the studio audience
Before agreeing to go on the show
He'd signed an understanding that said
He'd refuse to play Lip Sync Battle
He welcomed the make-up, but was
Seemingly agitated with the microphone
Up through the ruff
He sips the concoction that he first
Examined with suspicion and continues
To wear the provided sunglasses
That were deemed a solution to the bright lights
But also the dark glasses contain the secrets in his eyes
The ones he cannot disguise
After his disaster of an interview
I hand him this poem and after reading it
He suddenly shows an interest in playing Slapjack
In the mystic lands of new Elfton,
The locals panic and run,
The Elfin war's thirst for bloodshed,
Trees uprooted and the sand bled.
I saw the tavern's lamp glow,
Untouched by the bloody wind's blow,
Its inhabitants talked of the terrible war,
As they chug their beer from the war so far.
The tavern grew with its special beer,
She called her folks and they held her dear,
Though made of grain,
Whose farmer forgot to care,
It sure gave the Tavern its share.
"How terrible a fate!"
Exclaimed a man, bones scattered on his plate,
As I interviewed him in the tavern,
I heard laughter, clash of glasses as I left him to his concern.
"What care do I have?
With the war, there are more talks to have,
With the war, there are more folks to have,
With the war, there are more bucks to have."
Spoke the bartender, as I interviewed him,
He went on cleaning and embracing his dream.
"His promises, my heart fears,
What happened to his letters from the frontiers?"
Sobbed A lady in white in the amber light,
She sat on the stairs, quite a sight,
Surrounded by dark outside the bright tavern,
She talked of love and her concern,
As She tucked her unwashed, yet beautiful hair,
In hope of dressing it again,
When She reads those letters of love.
I woke up on a rooftop watching rain clouds mold
A seagull wearing sunglasses whispered secrets dipped in gold
A vending machine hummed softly saying life will sometimes fold
While a robot on a skateboard swore the future favors the bold
Old posters on the alley walls muttered nothing stays too old
And a wandering saxophone released the notes it had to hold
A suitcase full of riddles claimed its truths were never sold
And a neon painted turtle kept the city from turning cold
My shadow high fived strangers every gesture smoothly rolled
While a mime in glowing sneakers warned that rules were meant to scold
I grabbed a cup of lightning felt its shiver as I hold
And watched my drifting thoughts get interviewed and slowly polled
Blessings rained like glitter every spark precisely doled
As the skylines massive heartbeat struck each second that it tolled
I stepped into a sunrise shaped by stories I once bowled
And walked through shifting timelines where my voice never pigeon holed
I wrote it all down laughing as the universe just strolled
Then signed my name beneath it leaving a legend fully scrolled
I think I’ll like my status
Who’s with me?
Facebook’s overrated
Full of fake peeps,
But they live in the real world
two faced boys and girls
Scared reputations will spoil
when employers on the prowl,
Looking for something appalling
to pull you from the pack
interviewed well but falling
through Facebook crap
They all know it’s fake you see
yet an extension of your cv
silly ideas say it reflects facilities
when in fact it isn’t me
A poet so out of line with common
when I come on I mock the book
I mean come on is it cool to log on
acting ideals when we know your look
You must have misunderstood
if you’re judging private and professional
you've a scope which is just no good
illegitimate selfish lies laid by tools
You think there’s proof of the character in the profile
when the picture's photoshopped
I think truth stares back in a false style
which can’t be topped
Facebook tells of the happy side
it’s a whole picture lie
don’t think you can see inside
when half is denied
I'm being totally serious
they take Facebook too serious
if they think they see clear in us
our way from a status
Verse person
The modest poet is the one who writes poems
the excerpts call crap; think of the lady poet who
wrote rhyming verses and was interviewed by
Terry Wogan, who made fun of her poetry
At poetry meetings, which are not unlike AA meetings
were narcissists talk endlessly absorbed by their
navel-gazing, they said she was crap
but I tell you this
When a poet is in a loving mood
sits down to write something beautiful and caressing
In a way, he gives you, his soul.
Put it on a platter in front of you so you can prod it and feel its texture.
He has no defense against your scorn,
your derision hurts him deeply, the poem was for you.
He looks around and will find people who understand he is not trying
to change the world but tell you of the beauty of its beauty.
Finally, no one sits down with the intention of writing
a ty poem.
Watching the Olympics news
coverage today
Sadly this is the conclusion
i came to afterwards
Our British male duo won gold
in the synchronized diving event
Brilliant yes of course an
unbelievable achievent
But given more than any other
sport the clue being in the name
It should be equal appreciation
and praise for each as without
the other winning is simply
an impossibility
So how come then i know who
Tom Daley is but don't even know
his diving partner's name
Maybe that's because he was
made to appear or seem
totally irrelevant by the media
news coverage
After the pair won they cut to
Tom Daleys family his mother
husband and their baby
Then we see Tom being
interviewed , Tom singular
on his own fielding questions
mostly regarding his personal
life and sexual preference
And thanking the LGBT
community for all there support
Exactly what that has to do
with diving i hold my hands
up i do not know admittedly
i am no expert on the subject
But personally for me what
i found was the real kick in
the teeth smack in the face
As i for 1 absolutely love and
breathe sport the gift the ability
the dedication the sacrifice
Was how it was constantly
infered it was only Tom's
dream since he was a young
child to win a gold medal
Again personally and only
to me what i seen goes against
the very ethos and ideology
of what the Olympics itself
stands for
I felt so sorry for him and his
family as Tom family husband
and child got more coverage
than he did
I tried to put myself
in his or his family shoes
and tried to wonder
How they must have felt having
their joy pride stolen and cheated
from them
Reduced merely to a bit part
or side show to the main event
And again i protest because
the clue is in the name
Synchronized Diving a duo
a pair a partnership a team
1 simply can not without
the aid of the other 1 win
So tell me where on earth
is the justice and sportsmanship
to be found here
And his name by the way
just incase you missed it
or care is
Matty Lee and he to also
wanted to be and win a
gold medal
And was just as dedicated
and trained just as hard in
order to achieve and make both
theirs dream a reality
Rather than as the press and
media barely refer to him as
Tom Daleys diving partner
or the other guy
Then Abraham said, “If they will not listen to Moses and prophets, neither will they persuaded if someone would rise from the dead.” Luke 16:31
As a reporter
I once interviewed a priest who experienced a dramatic conversion
Before that he had regularly gotten a serious trouble
He wanted nothing to do with the Catholic faith that his mother continually urged him to practice
As compelling and joy-filled as change of heart was
He said that as the years went by the impact of the experienced lessened
While he would never forget it
He stayed strong in the faith by working on it every single day
We don’t need to look for spectacular miracles
Although God does provide them on occasion
We simply need to listen to Moses
the prophets, Jesus and the apostles
Our Blessed Mother
The saints
the holy people
and then put our faith into action
especially by helping those most in need
How can you help the Lazaruses in your life
Before Rick Perry left the race,
They interviewed some fans.
One woman said a vote for him
Was surely in her plans.
The journalist asked why and so
She went on to explain.
She thought Rick Perry’s love of God
Embellished his campaign.
That answer didn’t shock me;
Pious folks want him elected.
Her second reason, though, was not
At all what I expected.
She said, “I like Rick Perry’s wife
Because she’s so submissive.”
Those words were so amazing
My reaction was dismissive.
But then I thought about it and
I reached this sad conclusion:
Equality for women’s still
An out-of-reach illusion.
For there are women, young and old,
Who feel it is their place
To be subservient to men,
Which I find a disgrace.
We’ve come so far and fought so hard
Yet there are those still stuck
With values long-rejected by
Most females filled with pluck.
I’m glad Rick Perry’s given up
And stepped out of the fight.
Unfortunately, he’s got clones
Just waiting on the right.