Mysterious Strangers,
Before It Bounces
Bunny-Battingly
Bubbly Back...
Pop The Cork,
Let All The Wonderful
Wave, Like The
Sea Means To Be.
Victorious Innocence,
Sweet Curiousity...
Let The Flame
Satiate The Self
Blessed Creation...
Poured Back Again...
Without All Judgements
Manufactured As
Crass Cheating
Success Like
You Can Understand...
A WORD
YET.
Fly Like A Squirrel...
"Yes, Bossssss..."
Yeah, Whatever You "Say."
Sarrr... sorry...
Sar-chasmatic Chasmiotic Cell-U-All A Lure...
Get Off The Line.
- Gray Squirrel
08-01-2026
Feel as tho' I'm going to the dogs
it's almost time to pop my clogs
kick the bucket chuck it in
call it a day take a spin
and shuffle off this mortal coil
be released from worldly troubles and toil
buy the farm and bite the dust
or cash in my chips if I must
when D-Day dawns (it's not that far)
a big bang send-off will be my last hurrah
but it's no joke
as should I croak
who will miss me
when I'm long-gone
for no matter where on earth I am
I don't fit in I don't belong
oh well easy come easy go
whether up in smoke or down below
An old bucket list
outdated goals and wishes
pondering theory
Chicken aroma haunts the booth
Colonel watches from his highlander, heavenly roof
Realizing gimmick, more nourishing than a baby ruth
Candy bar
Named after the major league diamond star
Crispy crunch
Microphones record the munch
From the perfect afternoon lunch
During eleven's hour
Clutch play was the power
Being able to respond
Using leather glove wand
Answering where to go
Enjoy a good show
And a meal
Base hit steal
Served up Freddie style
Working utilities, going the extra mile
Where nothing gets by
Unless the ball is a fly
Experiencing a short stop at the concession stand
Feeding hungry traditional fans
Taking daily win to the bank
For those pinstriping Yanks
Even if game ends with a strike out
Solid defense will earn a healthy shout
“Cluck it
We have a real cool beach bucket!”
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Lazy folks design better mousetraps
Industrious folks bring them to market
Money-hungry promoters hawk ‘em
Insecure consumers gobble ‘em up
America lurches on its way
Two steps sideways
A step in the bucket
Trust turns to dust
It seems that I am getting old and grey,
my body's also slowing down its pace.
But I've still much to do and much to say.
It seems to me that life is like a race,
It starts off fast with youth upon your side.
You swiftly run and barely leave a trace.
It seems each day is like a rolling tide,
that ebbs and flows decisions are engaged.
And through each year no choice we take the ride.
It seems before too long we're middle aged,
more settled, future planned, yet to unfold.
Perspectives held when young have some-what changed.
It seems somehow our lives become controlled,
by forces unforeseen we cannot stop.
Dictated by our bodies growing old.
It seems then soon we'll have to close the shop,
and face the fact we can no longer be.
So, take the final journey to the top.
It seems my bucket list is incomplete,
therefore, no choice I’m sure I'll have to stay.
Tick off the list to do and not retreat.
It seems my mission is to just to comply.
begin this right away and see it through.
Enjoy the years ahead before I die.
First grade class trip, a slow cruise down the Nile
So rudely derailed by three crocodiles
They flashed kids their grins
They wanted to sin!
Newly evolved ~ erectile reptiles!
Broad in the beam
not much of a looker
this crusty rust-bucket
of nuts screws and bolts
is a crabby old hooker
as luck would have it
dolled up trolling for supper
at any port in a storm
she still gives good service
tho' down on her uppers
now showing her years
deep in the scuppers
yet still on the game
fishing by night for a living
not to sully or bruise her good name
tho' one might unduly call her
a 'Cruiser'
this goodly vessel is truly a trawler
A mind so busy
My eyes are fuzzy
My gates seems rusty
My soul a bit frenzy...
... A bucket full of tears...
Each moment in life
Creates memories we strife
A tear of joy or sadness
I'm forever fearless
With a satisfied fullness
Thanks to God's greatness
But deep down my soul
Is a bucket full of tears like a shoal
A tear for each
Fighting spirit's hindrance
Touching & humbling experience
Last moments with loved ones
Life in it's fullness that comes in tons
S K Y
in my pocket holds
eu
PHO
ric elves who
forgot they need to plant
pumpkins and peas
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in my pocket lets
l o
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coloured clouds
landing on
your lap of
aloe aloneness
sky in my pocket weaves
wings on acorn ankles
reminding I can swiftly fly to
macadamia mountains high
sky in my pocket sighs
sunlight, then rains crystal
tropical tears into our empty bucket
to quench a thirsty
Love
A yellow moon is in the lily pond.
Rain gleams within a bucket.
The whole wide-open night,
like a black cat,
is curled around a wooden bucket.
Yellow moon, yellow eyes,
cat curling
all gone.
Rain forgets to fall.
Lily pad sings on alone.
A sink bucket
Today I forgot to buy milk, drank black coffee
it is easy to remember the past shines like jewels
It was the winter of 1952, and my brother carried
a big sink bucket, I was the smallest one
and we were on our way to the coal depot to
find a hole in the fence to steal coal.
We were caught by a man who wore an armband
of the new people in command
they were taking no nonsense from
anyone least of all seven-year-old thieves.
I have often seen that you put a uniform on someone who
who never had power, they behave like little Hitler sprats.
On the way home with two empty buckets, we came across
a wooden fence that had partially fallen, we took as many
planks as we could carry and had a warm Christmas Eve
On the road to Lunch Bucket Town
I met a grape, crushed and stomped down
I added some mayo said the stunned hound
Got lucky that day in Lunch Bucket Town
Last night moonlight swam
over the brimming surface
of the water bucket.
Now, sitting on a porch step,
I'm watching high sunny showers form
elliptical dewy spheres.
One droplet falls
into the rain bucket – just one.
A ripple piddles over an edge.
Breezes shake themselves dry.
A thousand miles away
a frog begins to sing to a puddle.
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