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
Do you have a mega Bucket List ?
do you read it every day ?
or are they just a wish list ?
impossible dreams , the voices say.
Do you set your goals up high?
do you allow yourself to fly ?
or do you think it's for tomorrow ?
and say that with a sigh .
You see, iv travelled world, all over
iv seen it all before
so my bucket list is smaller
now my wishes, crazy tall.
It may not seem a lot
but to me it's everything
if the voices say don't bother
make your list with silly things.
I'v seen wonders of the world
and boys diving down for pearls
iv seen Africa in the wild
but l long to be a child.
If your body is giving up
and your mind is full of woe
make your list and cross them off
let your dreams just flow and flow.
So l made my list at 20
now added plenty more
and completed one this morning
stuffed down cream cakes from the store.
S K Y
in my pocket holds
eu
PHO
ric elves who
forgot they need to plant
pumpkins and peas
s ~ K ~ y
Y
y
in my pocket lets
l o
O
s E
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.
Toy Bucket
Bucket of
Old Toys, alias Boris in
The Same Way or
Boris Similar, collects
tiger bum fluff, and
books of
statements by
defendants of
existing somewhere else when the
murders took place.
my bucket list expired
I care not
nothing in it interests me
I have poetry, cartooning, dog-raising and painting
they are my go-tos now
I do not want to travel
I can see everyplace on the Discovery channel
I am more than satisfied
easily giving up river rafting
with my bad knee and worse ankles
jumping out of airplanes was never on my list
my bucket list has expired
I care not
Dreams scribbled on paper,
a roadmap of desires.
Adventure calls.
Mountains to climb,
both real and metaphorical.
Challenge accepted.
Languages to learn,
tongues twisting new sounds.
Worlds open up.
Skydive into a blue expanse,
fear and exhilaration merge.
I am alive.
Write that novel,
words flowing like a river.
Stories untold.
Plant a forest,
legacy in leaves.
The earth breathes easier.
Dance in the rain,
childlike joy reclaimed.
Worries wash away.
Fall in love, deeply,
vulnerability embraced.
Heart expands.
Help a stranger,
kindness ripples outward.
Humanity connected.
Witness aurora borealis,
nature's light show.
Wonder ignited.
Learn to forgive,
burdens finally released.
Freedom found.
Teach what I know,
knowledge passed on.
Torch handed over.
As the list grows shorter,
life grows richer.
Each moment is cherished.
The last item is unchecked,
a reminder to keep dreaming.
The journey continues.
When I wrote it down
I could see that it was a silly thing
to have on a bucket list.
Something to forever keep to the self
(low hanging fruit pocked with worms).
Never to be touched by anything but hell.
No different than licking a muddy butterfly
Walking along the spine of a charred-out
bible passage cornice.
A silly thing to pursue...
but for the moment
a paramount desire.
Like washing dishes in champagne and candlelight.
Licking a horde of margaritas
rimmed with barbed wire
then passing out on the breast of
a coconut oil avalanche.
When my doctor calls me in, says I’ve got complications,
let’s not blow our savings, on round the world vacations,
my pre-paid funeral, is all that I want planned,
I’ll refuse a fancy cruise, that trip to Disneyland.
There’s not much left, that I want to do,
I just don’t want to die with the bucket list blues.
We’ve travelled the world, and really seen some sights,
I’m so glad we sailed the Nile and saw the Northern Lights,
let’s just find ourselves, a real old fashioned pub.
one that pours a decent pint, and serves up decent grub.
There’s not much left, that I want to do,
I just don’t want to die with the bucket list blues.
Let’s spare everybody, that sponsored mountain climb,
one last glimpse of Winter Hill, well that would be just fine,
meeting the Beckhams or Windsors? simply not my thing,
I might just tell the grandkids though, how I met Ben E King.
There’s not much left that I want to do,
I just don’t want to die with the bucket list blues...
Survived a six-week vacation
in downtown Gary, Indiana
Bucket lists these days
have gone bananas
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