A dog and a cat
Sat on a porch
Watching Jill water her plants
Jill felt happy and swell
Because the water from the well
Made her flowers all rise up and dance
They danced in the sun
And had so much fun
The colorful petals from roses
Made the dog and the cat
Both sneeze where they sat
Because some petals were stuck to their noses
A pail and shovel
Bright red
A castle to build
A moat to fill
Seagulls shriek
Crabs scurry
As tidal creep
Threatens the kingdom
Baby calf takes his bath in the pail no matter what
Nearly taking off his chin in an “upper cut”
Because his face is too large, and his petootsie is too
I can hear him trying to get out, he has a loud moo.
He went up her hill to fetch a pail of water
He looked into the wishing well
It was dark, yet enchanting
When he put his ear next to it
It seemed to be calling his name
Like an oasis is to a dessert beckoning
a thirsty man
He was thirsty, too
The edges of the well began to stand up
It seemed to be moist in there
Or was that his imagination
It began to coo, too
Or was that his imagination
He stood there, staring, mesmerized
At the sheer beauty of the wishing well
He searched his pockets
He pulled out a nickel
He thought he heard a voice
say is that all you have
He nodded yes
He imagined he heard a laugh
He then closed his eyes and threw it in
It barely skimmed the surface
A few minutes later he uncorked his wish
A gift of raindrops
To the wishing well it was no big deal
As he looked into the reflection of the well
At least he smiled at all the legends
He thought he heard a voice
Next
connie pachecho
1/7/2016
When mining thoughts, how deafening the ring
We search the walls of silence for a vein
A golden verse to strum on soft heart strings
To touch someone and stake a poet's claim
We chip away, in rubble, as we pick
It falls as wads of paper on the floor
When suddenly a glowing candlewick
We've struck the mother lode of metaphors
And as the liquid gold flows through the pen
In words of love and matters of the heart
The muse begins to tingle deep within
While he assays the worth of this new art
These nuggets that we find could be for sale
If bells are ringing, don't throw down the pail.
(LOL)
by Daniel Turner
Me and My Pail
By Joeysguy
From birth my mom wiped away my tears
She did it into my childhood years
Growing up I stopped the crying
Until the day of my wife’s dying
I have this pail that no one can see
It’s invisible except to me
The pail is for the tears from my eyes
I won’t need the pail after my demise
I was not sorry to see my heart creep so,
plodding brick elephants of snow,
I was not sorry to see my heart go.
I sent it off my all my might,
rather, it best should have gone
long before daylight,
I kissed it soft as dead flower sewn,
my eyes its eyes,
my song its song,
and never could a move prove wrong,
thus my heart crossed pitiless night,
with swell of glass in art of flight,
I could not mourn to see it go.
Such a pail
I have a sweet beautiful daughter
Who is always fetching me water
Each day without fail
she has such a pail
When my daughter brings me the water
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some have them cleam
its not or dream
and not mean
to wash have at a stand
as you clean your hands
and dip in like a wail
its
NAILS AND PAIL
to kept the clean
is not a dream
its not mean
and it not a tail
to have nice finger nail
you need the pot drop
water flows like a wail
for the
FINGER NAILS AND THE PAIL
I carry my pail,
With water to bail,
To the little creek.
With the water knee deep,
I hope not to fall into the creek.
With the rain from the hurricane,
It's had not to feel the pain.
People lost,
Homes gone,
It only seems right that they get a song.
To help with all that has taken place,
With the new troubles they must face.
The worse the damage,
The more you were meant for.
You're stronger than you think.
It’s D-day for my life
What else is there to say
Everything is crumbling
Breaking apart
I am a pail of empty tears
Full of holes
Full of holes
Rusted into pieces
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