There are buckets made of plastic
There are buckets made of wood
The former are fantastic
The latter not so good.
There are buckets made of metal
And canvas buckets too
But metal for durability
I'd choose if I were you.
There's a bucket on a digger
And buckets made of leather
The former are the bigger
And the latter not so clever.
There are buckets made of tin
And with a little ***** in hand
Kids can build sand castles
When playing on the sand.
There are buckets made of rubber
Or with a wringer for a mop
And some in white enamel
With a blue ring round the top.
There are so many buckets
And some I may have missed
But if anyone should ask me
That's my bucket list.
Dec 7, 2022
Dec 7, 2022 at 2:27 AM UTC
An intelligence quotient is a
total score derived from
a set of standardized tests
or subtests designed to
assess human
intelligence.
Jul 20, 2022
Jul 20, 2022 at 8:00 AM UTC
Dragonfly’s, Butterflies, Beetles and Bees.
Feb 9, 2021
Feb 9, 2021 at 2:52 PM UTC
Autumn short lived
Winter setting in
Spring awaits arrival
Only for summer to begin
Feb 9, 2021
Feb 9, 2021 at 2:51 PM UTC
Ignorance is this:
What a luxury it is
To write poems like this
Head rested
Against pillow
Whilst **** in the world persists
Kids shot on their streets
Men and women bleed
Defeated, unshielded
Beaten and beat
Is this a way for humans
to be
Treated or treat?
Though I make no claim
Or just complain
The idea to change
Lies with in our brains
Not in our hearts
Where compassion starts
Our minds are the true philosophy
To conquer our stupidity
Do untoward others
Or don’t do at all
And what a luxury it is
To right poems like this...
Feb 9, 2021
Feb 9, 2021 at 2:47 PM UTC
…………………………………
This is mine
And no one else’s
Waking up in this world.
…………………………………
This is yours
And some body elses
Will lead your way, in this world.
…………………………………
Feb 9, 2021
Feb 9, 2021 at 2:45 PM UTC
Desire to oppose desire
For that is your wish
Let life desire death
And so death desires to live
Hear sound before it is here
And lay present before it is heard
For that is where I have lived
And forever may I live
Once known, not known
Becomes unknown
Feb 9, 2021
Feb 9, 2021 at 2:30 PM UTC
State of bliss
Half rising
Sleepy eyes
And mind half wiser
Things I never knew
But I thought I could do
finding
A secret state
Behind the blinds of lighting
Philosophical hesitation
In preparation of love
To feel, receive and give without trust
No one knew that we could be like this
See like this, or even grieve like this
But the things we come across,
We can’t fight,
Give it our all
Moving towards the light
One day, you’ll see...it will be alright.
Feb 9, 2021
Feb 9, 2021 at 2:22 PM UTC
And so the foolish jeweller played
With rocks, minerals
Dirt that made
Precious gems
Time forged:
For ears to listen
For fingers to feel
For necks to hang above our hearts
For engaging a promise
For a gift
Or memory
Cut, processed
And boxed for a fee
True gems
Come from within
A soul mined deeply
A journey begins
Aug 15, 2015
Aug 15, 2015 at 4:41 AM UTC
If you're reading this
I've finally found you
If you understand
We are fated
For poetry is the language of lovers
Desolate lands are our souls
Filled with cracks and crumbling
The drought has hit us all
Replenish our lands
With life and love
Making us whole, once more
Aug 13, 2015
Aug 13, 2015 at 3:51 PM UTC