Best Bucket Poems
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
Oh, take me to the bucket in the sky,
where smells of fast food cooking tantalize -
a poultry paradise where no birds fly,
but come instead with biscuits, slaw, or fries . . .
where mashed potatoes may not be homemade,
but people seem to like them anyway.
They scarf them down with coke or lemonade
or mugs of root beer sometimes if they stay,
for you can order in or carry out.
You get your pick of many things to eat.
And if you don't like breasts, no need to pout!
Just thank the Colonel. Now they've got REAL meat,
for beef and chicken reign in harmony
since A & W met K.F.C.!
To see earth's face through angels’ eyes
Afloat upon cotton clouds 'neath the skies
And hear noth but the whistling soft winds
Which encircle me like feathered wings
Too long these feet of lead have held to ground
On stone where porous clay abound
While spirit yearns to ascend the heights
My bucket list consists of one sky jump
To soar blue skies o’er land and sea
Fly solo as a bird, keen and care free
Where noise and din then become dearth
My eyes will feast on the radiance of earth
As golden wheat fields sway to and fro
To softly land in mounds of hay below
~*~
03/02/13
Annalise Brigham
The day I turned the big 5 0
My friends all said to me
You got to make a Bucket List
Of things to do and see
So, I sat there on my cozy couch
With pen and pad in hand
And wrote a hundred things I'm sure
No one would understand
The first thing on the list I wrote
Was simply getting High
I'd score some Marijuana
and give that weed a try
Now It's been ten years later
You would think I had some fun
And probably went through half my list
But, I'm stuck on number One
So it's clear---this is a work of fiction---lol
From a list made long ago
I’ve kicked my bucket many times
Yet, I’m still alive
Night’s impetuous canvas
Memories painted in broad strokes
Bold images color my dreams
First a brisk zip line
Snow flurries gathering on my nose
New Hampshire’s White Mountains
Majestic, tranquil setting
Gliding in a sail plane over Tallahassee
No engine; jolting air currents
Finding relief in a smooth landing
Indoor sky diving in New England
Exhilarating, feeling like a super hero
Smile never left my face
Parasailing over the Gulf of Mexico
Peering below to see sharks near bathers
Calling out to warn them
Catching a 50-pound Goliath Grouper
Endangered specie
Set free to live another day
Only one item left on my list
Traveling abroad
Seeing the castle that bears my name
Waiting for the pandemic to end
I tell my Maker
“I’m ready when You are”
Life feels nearly complete
What a joyful ride!
November 9, 2020
For Chantelle’s “What Have You Kicked Off Your Bucket List?” Contest
A seed was kept, by a pretty woman, in her pocket
As she goes, up and down the stairs, with a bucket
For nine long months, she has it, inside her pocket
Till she finally lost her strength to carry the bucket
When the seed popped up, from her maiden pocket
She promised herself, not to let it grow, in a bucket
Though, there is still great pain, in her worn pocket
She continues, even she’s weak, to carry the bucket
To the man of her life, she entrusted him her pocket
Till she went broke, nothing left, but just her bucket
Worst, the conman planted a seed, inside her pocket
He left her, when she has nothing, but only a bucket
Times has passed, the woman has gained her pocket
Because of a strong-willed mind, to carry the bucket
She has a fine young man, the seed, from her pocket
He is matured and never felt ashamed, of her bucket
When the beloved Romeo learned, of her full pocket
He returned with promises, of help, to fill the bucket
Too late, his own seed, he had planted, in her pocket
Will not accept him, for leaving them, with a bucket
No more love for the man, who likes only her pocket
Nor, for the man, who left them, because of a bucket
Will you pity the man, who has but an empty pocket?
Will you pity a woman, who carries her own bucket?
Will you hate me, if, I wish not to share my pocket?
Will you love me, if, I leave you with only a bucket?
Never rush to a person, who minds only your pocket
Nor, love a person, who has no guts to hold a bucket
For it is not so easy to be a seed, in an empty pocket
Nor easy to witness a mother carries a loaded bucket
She was a pretty woman, who once had a rich pocket
Thou abandoned she gave her son a life, not a bucket
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
Some people suffer a lot and some people suffer hardly at all
Some appreciate what they got some wanting what they saw
Why then the difference, and how fair could that possibly be
The answer being too immense for us to even be able to see
Some will never understand and yet others see right away
Some don't see God's Hand while others feel a need to pray
But how could this continue to be and how did it get this way
Perhaps you might not agree but there's a greater power at play
For those who suffer now eternal life will be so much different
And all that daily continual strife all that stuff that Satan sent
You will not hunger anymore but come to understand all things
Oh what the Lord has in store and such the Joy His Glory brings
Comparing eternity to a hundred years, it becomes less and less
In those tears it was He, standing by you the whole entire mess
So small is that hundred years, so tiny now you can't even see
The reason you still have fears is because today you are not free
Matthew 7 :13-14
Enter through the narrow gate. For wide is the gate and broad is the road that leads to destruction, and many enter through it. But small is the gate and narrow the road that leads to life, and only a few find it.
Sadly enough
I'm running out of time
I remind myself
it is love that I can't find
And this knowledge
That I bear
Means nothing if I cannot share
And this pain I must endure
Will be in vain forever more
And destiny which was never mine
Is still so fresh on my mind
All is Lost and gone
But why can't I just move on
I will never find Peace at last
If I can never get away from my past
I just want someone to love
Someone tell me that I'm okay
Tell me I don't have to feel this way
All alone and to my dismay
I watch myself wither away
Already gave you all that I have
In desperate attempt
To have what you have
I'll never be as happy as you
As sad as it is you know it's true
But I couldn't hurt people like you do
And you do it so well
like it's nothing new
I guess before my time is through
I should show the world what I can do
Even though the truth
you care not to know
I can see the love
that you feared to show
Soon the whole world
will know my name
I refuse to live a life in vain
Motivated by anger deception and pain
My revenge will fall like rain
Then you all will feel my pain
Then you'll know what I did I did for you
Then you'll know my love was true
Then you'll understand
What I had to do
A short note, my husband’s ice machine is
His baby, and to have it broken down just
Before Christmas dear everyone, was a
Catastrophe.
THERE’S A HOLE
My ice machine is broken dear Jenny
Dear Jenny, my ice machine is broken
Dear Jenny, so sad!
Well fix it dear Elias, dear Elias, then
Then Fix it dear Elias, dear Elias
Fix it!
With what shall I fix it dear Jenny
Dear Jenny, with what shall I fix it
Dear Jenny, with what?
With a garage full of tools dear Elias
Dear Elias with a garage full of
Tools dear Elias, fix it!
Gave most of my tools when we
Retired dear Jenny, gave most of
My tools, dear Jenny, so now?
You still have enough dear Elias, dear
Elias, I know you can fix it dear Elias
Fix it!
I will try dear Jenny, dear Jenny,
I will try dear Jenny, will give
It a try!
Hey Jenny i have fixed it, dear Jenny,
Dear Jenny, hey Jenny i’ve fixed it
Dear jenny, fixed it!
Proud of you dear Elias, dear Elias,
With just a few tools
Dear Elias, you fixed it!
How do I clean my tools dear Jenny,
Dear Jenny, how do I clean my tools
Dear Jenny, just how!
In a bucket dear Elias, dear Elias,
In a bucket, try a bucket, my darling
A bucket!
But there’s a hole in my bucket dear Jenny,
Dear Jenny, but there is a hole in my bucket
Dear Jenny, a hole!
‘There’s a hole in my bucket’ sung by Harry Belafonte in the mid 20th century.
The red bucket in my bathroom
suddenly one day broke.
Day by day it deteriorated
till it was revoked.
I needed some plastic
to melt for some work;
the red bucket was chosen
being already shirked.
Little by little, in few days,
the red bucket was cut.
From being a proper bucket,
it was not even its butt.
It sits there in a corner
waiting to die some more.
Unwanted, rejected,
it's not a bucket anymore.
. BUCKET LIST
Early dawn I find myself,
wondering about my health.
Journey, through the morning mist,
overwhelmed about the reason I exist.
Without thinking of my past,
worried my future will not last.
All my life I have reminisce,
at what age to start my BUCKET LIST?
First, I will work on getting my tickets dismiss.
Then I will take a trip down to the dentist.
Call up them guys who got me piss,
punch them one by one, with my fist.
I do not wannabe be an old geezer skydiving.
I want to live my old age surviving.
I might be brave enough to climb a mountain,
maybe I will bungee off the Niagara fountain.
Checked out that bump that everyone thinks is a cyst.
It will be to late, if the army wants me to enlist.
If I want to travel far,
on my list I will add a brand new car.
I will enjoy eating all the fried food, I resist
even if it brings me closer on DEATH’S LIST.
Close the door to my demons who at once preexist.
Before my family thinks, I need another exorcist.
Thinking how I never did any of the above got me piss.
I will just wait another 35 years to start another BUCKET LIST.
for contest
I lost my old bucket so sadly,
And felt oh so terribly badly;
Then lo and behold
A pot full of gold!
I'd lose me another and gladly.
I've made my final bucket list
A wish to return such a beautiful gift
The gift to return a life for a life
For the one who supplied me, their blood sacrifice
Surgery required blood to keep me alive
Donated by a stranger so I could survive
I hope the check mark there on my donor card
Keeps a very special angel on guard
For a special someone who needs a good heart
To feel love and give their life a new start
Maybe a kidney to a child in wait
Run and play, grow up and date
I'd like someone to use my green eyes to see
How we are surrounded by God's beauty
My bucket list might happen after my death
But I'll know it's started with my last breath
If not for a stranger
My life would already be over
©Donna Jones
I am scrubbing the floor at 3 am
with every swipe
I think your name
once held so dear
The floor now shiny and clean
muck and mire all washed away
dawns pale light
contrasts what swirls in the
mop bucket of my mind...
dirty thoughts
snarling biting
clinking tapping
cluttered stairs
tripping falling
edge of night
blocked out Sun
fighting light
erase unwanted
tumbled jumbled
spit stained name
corrupted in my head
ringing clanging
banging to be free
so in the silence
kill these words
before they kill me
M S 7/20/15
footnote: while it's not possible to make spit stains unless you're tobacco chewer it was only my mental imagery of how I did feel about this person.. I have since mentally set this ruined relationship aside in my head, but the pain still lives. Short of a form of brainwashing I guess there's no escape from remembering lost loves.