Best Buckets Poems

Two impish girls by a ridge of the sea
frolicked with wavelets  lapping merrily
as pink buckets  swayed, in each little hand
where clusters of moistened grains polished the sand
bedecking castles on bright August skies;
mermaids we dressed in ferns waiting to dry.

Patty and I guarded the...

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It happened without any action on my part.
All I had to do was just say, "Yes, I will go".
Moreover, it was not my dream, but my friend's.

However, from a child, I have been an avid sports fan.
My games of choice, and my childhood fantasies ...

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a man and woman
walking on separate paths –
children scream loudly

rose petals falling
as flowers die on the vine –
three boys pricked alone

weeping willow trees
shroud their twisted trunks with limbs –
tree house and laughter

early in the day
sun shines above the frog pond –
boys, buckets, and nets

June 29,...

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Pink and Purple Snarf Buckets

running through the hills

filled with lots of glories

and trying not to spill

running here and running there 

it's really quite a shame

that pink and purple snarf buckets

shall never know their names....

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Sarah's 
Buckets
1/11/16

When you were young we loved to be free
we'd walk by the river and weave through the trees
With our small buckets in hand we would go
gathering rocks to friends we would show
admiring our rocks with a smile and a grin
We searched for the rocks...

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Every poet
has a bucket,
yes a bucket,
and in each one
we carry trash
junk litter waste
scrap, anything
and everything
we’ve ever found.

No one wants it.

You cannot help
that you want it.
Sit on the ground
stir its contents
crumpled, dirty,
still, something shines.
Mold the pieces
polished, pristine,
and it’s all yours.

No one wants it.

But you want it.
Keep...

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Often she is at the end of her wits
Trying to understand herself
Trying to understand others
And why, 
She is a dunce at life
It is said, life can be thought of as either a success or a failure
It is how they will see it
It is how it...

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Scum Buckets
(For a contest)

Can American’s be
As a whole, like a tree
With branches far and wide

That is constantly tapped
Collecting green sap
As in taxes from our thin hide

Out of hard working hands
All over our land
From Eugene to Nantucket

That fill’s Washington’s till
Where they convert it to swill
That’s poured...

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A Camera over Buckets





I hear the rolling thunder miles away
Feel the earth shake and the windows rattle
As waves crash to shore along the round bay
Wind howls as I stand ready to battle
Whatever crisis I have to straddle
The hurricane a mighty roar of rain
From the sky...

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He’s driven forty miles of tough love,
Tempted Dead Man’s curve,
Met old Nick at the crossroads,
Felt the black tar burn.

He took two wrongs, made a right,
Circled left on the radio dial,
Ran the table by the wayside
And got lucky for a while.

He bought a peanut shell and...

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Here comes an opportunity to make our tension seep
But for those who have made their stomach and future cheap
I weep some buckets of tears in my silence camp
Over the ignorance that may likely despoil the effort to revamp

The solution to our menaces has shown itself...

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Filled my soul with aching 
to keep my brain from faking 
its joy. 
Torn hearts asunder, I once was filled with wonder 
but now I dread the thunder and 
my laughs are filled with buckets of rain. 
The leaves my palms were built of are...

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We are dying in buckets, boats, and buildings.
Dying daily, hourly by two’s and three’s.
I resolve to live today for the rest of us.
Especially if I am one of the last to be taken.
If I do not do this, who will?...

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Lame lyrics of lost love penned by sweatered sirens
deep as divots, shallow as puddles
Doesn’t teenage angst get old by the time you’re thirty?
I’d think so, yet the lackeys lap it up like maple syrup
I derive my dirges from a deeper well
dredging the depths 
the abyss...

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We would French Burgundy sip,
Hands of intimate ones grip,
Up the flaps of trousers zip,
Together documents clip,
Through borrowed newspapers flip,
Buckets into rivers dip,
Good waiters in hotels tip,
Open promised parcels rip,
Penniless The Costly skip,
Ideas we think okay quip;
Across Big Waters things ship

We would from seen danger slip,
Try...

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