Best Bucketful Poems
Memories, Long Sad Journey,
Bitter cold that Saturday morning, late in November 1969, I could see my breath parading before me. No breakfast as I had quietly left the house and started my slow walking trek back to our old home.
Memories flooded my brain with each new turn along that dusty road. Along with questions about why I was now so rebellious. Quicker, walk quicker my heart and soul demanded. Do you not want to touch the bedroom door where you father slept? Slept before that long dark sleep. Slept in such pain and sorrow? Yes, bellowed back my invisible friend.
frosty morning dew
loose pebbles crunched beneath feet
earth, morning sky paled
Halfway there, with my heart racing and anticipation heightened
I could almost imagine a real touch. A real touch, of he now lost, to all eternity!
What wild thoughts come to a teenage soul and mind in its greatest of pains and sorrows. Can death be denied? Can one bring back even for the briefest moment a loved one.. A father, a beloved father!
blackbirds silent view...
light ahead, welcomed beacon
wrapped in winter's sheen
Walking up the short drive and onto the front porch. Only gone away half a year and such change found! Silence, silence engulfed my thoughts. Struck numb as I entered our vacated home. Home were my father had exhaled his last breath. Hand shaking as I reach for that doorknob..
What would I see? His ghost? Would I dare touch his ghost? I walked into cold, lonely room,nothing!
No smile, no hug, no long awaited touch! Only tears, tears by the bucketful.
What had I come to find? Was I crazy to want to see, talk, touch one more time?
one old shoe, lonely
broken window, dusty mounds
bleak abandoned walls
I knew, knew with certainty that this was it. Life gave no overs and no going back to happier times. Terror of that reality, would it ever leave. Would it?
Father is dead and my life is over. I walked out into this dark world ready to fight. Fighting to be left alone, with my never ending sorrow and its sweet cuts. Cuts embraced to keep my rage, to yet again feel something, defeat the icy numbness in a rebellious teenager's aching heart.
Robert J. Lindley, August 5th, 2017
Quiggie Snarls were maritime snails
Tasted butter in mouth of Hales
He ate a bucketful
With his grandson Gudrool
Then kicked the bucket off the rails
I remember that we rowed.
You were afraid.
And so, I gave the oars to you,
I thought, you see – control
Would help you feel
It was your boat that moved
Beneath your unsure feet.
And then, I saw your leg, and I liked you!
You laughed, hysterical! You always laughed
When you were afraid.
I… I talked about ‘meaningful relationships’,
But you, as bold as only newness can make a person,
You wanted marriage!
You didn’t mean, with me! Although, you married me!
And now, I’d give a bucketful of suns,
To see you row, again!
Jail was the land of my sojourn
for a decade
Now out of it all
building my life anew
I meet you dear woman, woman of the green breeze
Your mom is so illogical, thoughtless and heartless.
She pours a bucketful of human excrement
on my face, and expects to hold
the child of my blood in her arms
calling him her grandson
I am left grappling
with tremors of prejudice.
Fickle
Vain
An intolerable drain
Will my life be ruined by him
A right miserable pain?
I persist in seeking his
Bucketful of disdain
I would I am sure
Have more pleasure from the
Rain in Spain
I am glad he didst bid me farewell
Pity he did it before
I made that get lost
Voodoo spell
Is it too late I wonder
To ask my ex dear
Why the sacksful of hate?
No doubt it is
He has moved on
Spreading more hate
In February I started a wonderful diet
It’s on poetry soup – I urge you to try it
A pinch of humour and a bucketful of laughs
Poems by the thousand – they don’t do things by halves
Romantic verses and limericks too
Poetry soup may be the diet for you
Wonderful friends I have made on this site
I could sit and write poems from morning till night
I cannot guarantee this diet will help you lose weight
I have to be honest I’m here quite by fate
My husband’s illness started me on here
It’s been my salvation I hold it so dear
So dig out your pens and get on with writing
Receiving soup comments is always exciting
I am learning so much here every day
On the poetry soup diet I will always stay
Jan Allison
20th March 2014
I want to be your favorite fairy
Shining brightly just for
You
I'd dance, if only you would ask
But of course, you never
Do
Clap for me, if you can spare the time,
Because my magic might just
Fade
I could never be your number one, and I'm
So sorry for trying
I realize I must be a junkie
I just can't give up
On you
I should quit, but just one more hit
Is something sweet to get
Me through
I poured my tears down into mason jars
Like fireflies so you could see
Then maybe you could help, so I could
Stop hurting me
And with this bucketful of tears, I
Wish I could drown your
World
I wish I was someone better than
Yours truly, a most pathetic
Girl
When will I ever learn that it won't ever
Be the same
For you, when they all love you, and they
All know your name
But me, I am forgettable, because
I try much too hard
To be the person you might want to see
I'm all green eyes and jealous
Glances
Always present, always there
And I'm caught up in this hurricane, invisible
But all too real, and
I'm bound to hit rock bottom when no one's
Left to catch me at the endings
Of this tunnel
I cried out to make you notice, but
My sobs were left unheard
When I whimpered, you came running, but
I never spat out all my answers
I crave
For you to hold me in your arms, like the sack
Of bones I am, so you can help me
Drain all of this pain
Before the wounds take over me, and swallow
Me up whole
I tried to tell you what I needed when
I left these words behind
And you never tried to read them, even
Though they were the key into
My mind
You can't see how much I need you, how much I
Need you to be
Something like a guardian, a protector
To me
But if we're being honest, we know
My dreams cannot come true
You won't be the one to save me, no
Matter how badly I want
You to
Really, it's not your fault; I put myself
Through all this hell
And even though I'm grown now, I still
Wish I was Tinkerbell
It’s been tough to admit this, but I won’t
Lie to save my face
There’s nothing you or I could do to lift
This heavy weight off of my
Name
I just thought you had the right to know exactly
What I didn’t say
When you heard my plea and came to me, asking
“Is everything okay today?”
Dazzled by the
imagination of fantasists
we leave our homes
temporarily
Enter into fantastic worlds
filled with wonder and delight
J.R. R. Tolkien brought us
to the perilous realm of Faerie
Which holds danger for mortals
Yet we wouldn't exchange the
lands he showed us
for a bucketful ot gold
There is a time for fantasy
Dreams become realities
and we are encircled by
the work of a modern master
who has lifted us from the mundane
to the extraordinary
Just remembered my dream about tortillas
Mind boggling it was, a revolutionary new idea
A self propelling mouth full
Yum yum by the bucketful
No effort, just enjoy stuffing your cake hole per diem
Salvation Blues
You don't miss your papa
Until he is slamming the gate
You don't weep for your mama
Until she lying in the grave
You don't stop drinking whiskey
Until the funds have all gone
You don't pray to Jesus
Until there's something to be won
You don't laugh
Until you fall on to your face
And all of God's children
Carry a sack of chains
You don't sing,
Until your full to the brim
You don't feel free
Until your tied to a chair
In the county jail
You can't dream
Unless you sleep
On a bed of nails
O God what have you done
To the girl that kept me sane
Lost in some town
Sticking needles in her veins
O lord can I swap my barrel of sorrows
For a bucketful of woes
And all Gods children say amen
Restoring My Joy
How does one restore joy?
Is there a secret ingredient?
A secret concoction?
Perhaps a bucketful of daisies?
Or a million dollars in your pocket?
I say joy is restored by running through wheat fields in my ponytails
Or finding my way out of a corn maze
Or maybe an entire day entranced by finding a four leaf clover
Because by the time this most difficult day is over
I will have traveled back in time with my Heavenly Father
To a moment of complete innocence
When the world didn't oppose me
Or the enemy try to expose me with his dirty lies and games
I am a soldier in the Lord's army
That is who I am!
I have been battered and bruised
Shoved and pushed around enough!
It is time to take a stand!
For what I have learned on this journey of fasting is
Who the real me is
The betrayal, the lies, the lust-filled darts
I am about to declare a holy war against the enemy!
If you are in the army of the Lord and you want to restore your joy
Simply pick up your sword and your shield of faith
And gather at the feet of our Savior
No more controversy, no more oppression
Just brothers and sisters in Christ ready to stand up
And drag the King of Hell back to his lair!
Arise! Arise! Oh children of the Lord's Army!
Hear the palpations of war!
The days of our attacks are almost over!
We are about to be restored
What has he stolen from you?
Innocence?
What has he done to your heart?
Let's challenge the beast and his loathsome demons
With a mighty victorious charge!
Gwendolen Rix
8-1-14
Find your ambition
Your life’s mission
To make a difference
To feel passionate
Not to hurt
To feel compassionate
Don’t give in to temptation
Follow your own path
Consult your willpower
Always have a laugh
Whets your inspiration
Cling to your dream
Find the motivation
The cat that got the cream
You can be there
It can be good
You can be achieving
Just like you should
Put yourself up there
Respect what your about
If people don’t appreciate it
Let them scream and shout
You have to take the bad
Don’t lose your aim
It comes by the bucketful
Keep playing the game
When you admit defeat
When you finally give in
You’ve lost all purpose
You’ve got to search within
It’s easy to blame yourself
It’s easy to blame the world
It’s easy to keep shouting
Until you think that you’ve been heard
But think about what your saying
About what it really means
Things aren’t as bad as you think
It’s not as bad as it seems
Stick to your aim
Stick to your dream
Find some inspiration
The cat that got the cream
Take a bucketful of heartache
A measure of a kiss......................
Mix in a smidgeon of a promise....
You will get this ...............................
It is a cake of surprises .............
Served up with a sauce of delight
Eat it with caution ................
Love is just out of sight...
A bucketful of misfits
that is what we were
Traveling in pirate seas
Waiting for our chances
To stop hitting each other
We had swords and axes
And we were not afraid to use them
Some did not make it
The ones who did were the
most aggressive
By the time we arrived to
treasure island I was the only
one left. The truest bluest
misfit of all. Aargh!
Scooped up a bucketful of dripping stars
Liquid lights luminary streaming down my arms
Pooling like electric muse gone melting in the wind
Leaving brilliant footprints in the places I had been
Spun my hair to flaxen with a single shooting orb
Glowing green too shocking for my brain waves to absorb
Slipping in a star pool while they bounced and realigned
Perhaps my days of star catching were simply in my mind...