"bucketing" poems - Hello Poetry

It was threatening rain for a week or more It was always threatening rain, The Weather Bureau was always sore When the threatening rain never came. We’d hold an open air barbecue Each time they said it would come, ‘Hey it’s gonna rain,’ said Oliver Payne, ‘What do they think, we’re dumb?’ But the Bureau Chief, one Adrian Reef Said he was sick to the core, Why wouldn’t the weather behave itself Like it had done before, ‘It’s making us look like a laughing stock,’ He bitterly said to Jane, ‘I want you to ring up the airport now And charter a small, light plane,’ He loaded the plane up with dry ice And a generous load of salt, And lugged along an elephant gun, The plane took off with a jolt, He peppered the clouds with ice that day, He put his job on the line, The last thing he wanted to have to say: ‘The weather is going to be fine.’ And down on the ground at the barbecue We were sizzling snags and steak, Having an ice cold beer or two And trying to stay awake. The sultry weather was drowsy then We’d heard the report, in vain, But just when the steaks were nicely done It came down, bucketing rain. We didn’t have time to pack it up, We couldn’t save snags or steak, In only a couple of minutes there We were staggering round in a lake, And Oliver’s esky floated away With the rest of the beer we’d bought, While we took shelter as best we could Under cover of Maggie’s porch. The water rose right up to our knees, Our cars were afloat that day, The chickens drowned and the old hearth hound Was found seven miles away, While on the Teev was the Bureau Chief With a grin that was not quite sane, He knew he’d won with his elephant gun, ‘The sky is threatening rain!’ David Lewis Paget

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Jan 9, 2015

Jan 9, 2015 at 2:04 PM UTC

david-lewis-paget

Threatening Rain

It was threatening rain for a week or more It was always threatening rain, The Weather Bureau was always sore When the threatening rain never came. We’d hold an open air barbecue Each time they said it would come, ‘Hey it’s gonna rain,’ said Oliver Payne, ‘What do they think, we’re dumb?’ But the Bureau Chief, one Adrian Reef Said he was sick to the core, Why wouldn’t the weather behave itself Like it had done before, ‘It’s making us look like a laughing stock,’ He bitterly said to Jane, ‘I want you to ring up the airport now And charter a small, light plane,’ He loaded the plane up with dry ice And a generous load of salt, And lugged along an elephant gun, The plane took off with a jolt, He peppered the clouds with ice that day, He put his job on the line, The last thing he wanted to have to say: ‘The weather is going to be fine.’ And down on the ground at the barbecue We were sizzling snags and steak, Having an ice cold beer or two And trying to stay awake. The sultry weather was drowsy then We’d heard the report, in vain, But just when the steaks were nicely done It came down, bucketing rain. We didn’t have time to pack it up, We couldn’t save snags or steak, In only a couple of minutes there We were staggering round in a lake, And Oliver’s esky floated away With the rest of the beer we’d bought, While we took shelter as best we could Under cover of Maggie’s porch. The water rose right up to our knees, Our cars were afloat that day, The chickens drowned and the old hearth hound Was found seven miles away, While on the Teev was the Bureau Chief With a grin that was not quite sane, He knew he’d won with his elephant gun, ‘The sky is threatening rain!’ David Lewis Paget

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weather: wild and brooding, seas, roaring and bruising the coast. rain, bucketing down and flash flooding, about. trees, going side ways, three doors down, red gum uprooted, narrowly missed the house, garden shed obliterated. it appears that winter has saved it's fury for it's last gasp, this year.... time to get the wellies on...

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Aug 26, 2014

Aug 26, 2014 at 5:14 PM UTC

betterdays

it was a dark and stormy.....

weather: wild and brooding, seas, roaring and bruising the coast. rain, bucketing down and flash flooding, about. trees, going side ways, three doors down, red gum uprooted, narrowly missed the house, garden shed obliterated. it appears that winter has saved it's fury for it's last gasp, this year.... time to get the wellies on...

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Tis a cold, grey, winter's day. The sun's decided to stay away. The cloud's have thought, we'll have a say. It's bucketing down, so in bed I lay. Bedding pulled up, warm and snug. As cosy as,.... a bug in a rug. My wife brings in, soup in a mug. Feeling quite happy, to winter, I shrug.

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Oct 7, 2013

Oct 7, 2013 at 6:53 AM UTC

les-nibbs

Stuff Winter

Tis a cold, grey, winter's day. The sun's decided to stay away. The cloud's have thought, we'll have a say. It's bucketing down, so in bed I lay. Bedding pulled up, warm and snug. As cosy as,.... a bug in a rug. My wife brings in, soup in a mug. Feeling quite happy, to winter, I shrug.

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sorry I'm sorry I'm all energy running on blue smooth and slow and a sorrow that is without boundary a whisper drowned out by the bucketing rain on our roof you never hear me or all the thoughts I keep just there on the inside of my lip to overwhelmed by my blue and this tsunami to tell you how wrong I am I have been I am I am.... sorry

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May 20, 2016

May 20, 2016 at 3:38 AM UTC

best-to-remain-unnamed

Sorry

sorry I'm sorry I'm all energy running on blue smooth and slow and a sorrow that is without boundary a whisper drowned out by the bucketing rain on our roof you never hear me or all the thoughts I keep just there on the inside of my lip to overwhelmed by my blue and this tsunami to tell you how wrong I am I have been I am I am.... sorry

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Darkness wriggles in my body like grape vines, With their skin not so pellucid And eyes all bloodshot, They cosset my body gently, Only to inspect my phizog bounteous with torment. Bucketing their malevolence charisma into me, They beam. I could feel my heart crushing And my breath slowing down. I try to breathe Only to find myself Choking into the deadly littoral of darkness. -Khushi:)

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Jun 27, 2018

Jun 27, 2018 at 5:30 AM UTC

khushibatra

Darkness

Darkness wriggles in my body like grape vines, With their skin not so pellucid And eyes all bloodshot, They cosset my body gently, Only to inspect my phizog bounteous with torment. Bucketing their malevolence charisma into me, They beam. I could feel my heart crushing And my breath slowing down. I try to breathe Only to find myself Choking into the deadly littoral of darkness. -Khushi:)

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Blend all the elements Including the oil and the salt We are forming music in our mouths And bucketing out our intuitions We are frozen dancers masterfully Balancing on our ageless appendages Representing history is no easy gesture It resembles splendor and spare apricots Shared with our neighbors across fences With our fingers we reach out For our prejudices to touch gently I am elegantly amused At all your beautiful reductions How were you so easily deconstructed Into a web of beauty and butterflies You may be used to this situation But it's probably worth mentioning That no matter how hard we try We're all going to lose someone eventually So let's play this time for keeps Until we can ****** ourselves into letting go of everything I fold my hands and return to the snow Long ago from the stars beyond our reach We inhaled and drew our first breath From the heart of the darkness We made our pledge that life Shall always be a bargain against death So now we take our chances With some depth and determination I am returning to my origins Along the road to our sovereignty I am as red as an active volcano And we are bred to behave like family In rows along the edges of our insanity I digress and repress memory and emotion So many are left and we don't know Exactly where we’re going So we collapse space into shapes That are worth carefully observing Let's blend our blood and our breath And trust in the graceful scent of roses We will make mistakes filled with yearning Collecting learning like seashells Along the shoreline of the morning That we are born triumphantly blinded As a reminder of neurological divergence

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Dec 9, 2019

Dec 9, 2019 at 3:28 PM UTC

ganesha-michael-shapiro

neurodivergent

Blend all the elements Including the oil and the salt We are forming music in our mouths And bucketing out our intuitions We are frozen dancers masterfully Balancing on our ageless appendages Representing history is no easy gesture It resembles splendor and spare apricots Shared with our neighbors across fences With our fingers we reach out For our prejudices to touch gently I am elegantly amused At all your beautiful reductions How were you so easily deconstructed Into a web of beauty and butterflies You may be used to this situation But it's probably worth mentioning That no matter how hard we try We're all going to lose someone eventually So let's play this time for keeps Until we can ****** ourselves into letting go of everything I fold my hands and return to the snow Long ago from the stars beyond our reach We inhaled and drew our first breath From the heart of the darkness We made our pledge that life Shall always be a bargain against death So now we take our chances With some depth and determination I am returning to my origins Along the road to our sovereignty I am as red as an active volcano And we are bred to behave like family In rows along the edges of our insanity I digress and repress memory and emotion So many are left and we don't know Exactly where we’re going So we collapse space into shapes That are worth carefully observing Let's blend our blood and our breath And trust in the graceful scent of roses We will make mistakes filled with yearning Collecting learning like seashells Along the shoreline of the morning That we are born triumphantly blinded As a reminder of neurological divergence

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They married, very pleased Dreams many they weaved Happy hours simply rolled While love grew manifold. Onto mountainous vales Surely they both regaled Soon she on family way But hurdles many did lay. Rain came bucketing down Enveloping sky and town Bringing plenty of mirth Also cleansing the earth. Travelling from morn to night Unborn inside snuggled tight Serpentine roads, moonlit night River water, like silvery light. Sudden blind bend up the hill Mighty engine roaring shrill Blinding lights, opposite end Just no time for any amend. Mighty machine losing might Seemed the darkest of nights O! Wet earth simply cracked Machine slipped, was slapped. Chilling winds shrieking All of them hurt, weeping Scattered and shattered But hope still whispered. Eyes full of tears and fear Lonely night, no one near Angel inside, safe and calm Her unborn, her only balm. Thorny paths up the hill Her spouse down the hill Comrade, near a boulder Bruised broken shoulder. Trio braving grave adversity Their remarkable spontaneity With blood soaked garment Eyes pleaded management. Step by step, all together Facing inclement weather Reached the road head line Fetching care just on time. In portals of hospital Healed injuries fatal In midst of acute pain Blessings also did rain. She birthed a sweet soul Love shall forever hold O! Yes. Life's ambiguous Tumultuous yet mellifluous! @Preeti Kandpal Pathak

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Jun 24, 2024

Jun 24, 2024 at 3:25 AM UTC

gapretos

TUMULTUOUS YET MELLIFLUOUS!..THAT'S LIFE!

They married, very pleased Dreams many they weaved Happy hours simply rolled While love grew manifold. Onto mountainous vales Surely they both regaled Soon she on family way But hurdles many did lay. Rain came bucketing down Enveloping sky and town Bringing plenty of mirth Also cleansing the earth. Travelling from morn to night Unborn inside snuggled tight Serpentine roads, moonlit night River water, like silvery light. Sudden blind bend up the hill Mighty engine roaring shrill Blinding lights, opposite end Just no time for any amend. Mighty machine losing might Seemed the darkest of nights O! Wet earth simply cracked Machine slipped, was slapped. Chilling winds shrieking All of them hurt, weeping Scattered and shattered But hope still whispered. Eyes full of tears and fear Lonely night, no one near Angel inside, safe and calm Her unborn, her only balm. Thorny paths up the hill Her spouse down the hill Comrade, near a boulder Bruised broken shoulder. Trio braving grave adversity Their remarkable spontaneity With blood soaked garment Eyes pleaded management. Step by step, all together Facing inclement weather Reached the road head line Fetching care just on time. In portals of hospital Healed injuries fatal In midst of acute pain Blessings also did rain. She birthed a sweet soul Love shall forever hold O! Yes. Life's ambiguous Tumultuous yet mellifluous! @Preeti Kandpal Pathak

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They married, very pleased Dreams many they weaved Happy hours simply rolled While love grew manifold. Onto mountainous vales Surely they both regaled Soon she on family way But hurdles many did lay. Rain came bucketing down Enveloping sky and town Bringing plenty of mirth Also cleansing the earth. Travelling from morn to night Unborn inside snuggled tight Serpentine roads, moonlit night River water, like silvery light. Sudden blind bend up the hill Mighty engine roaring shrill Blinding lights, opposite end Just no time for any amend. Mighty machine losing might Seemed the darkest of nights O! Wet earth simply cracked Machine slipped, was slapped. Chilling winds shrieking All of them hurt, weeping Scattered and shattered But hope still whispered. Eyes full of tears and fear Lonely night, no one near Angel inside, safe and calm Her unborn, her only balm. Thorny paths up the hill Her spouse down the hill Comrade, near a boulder Bruised broken shoulder. Trio braving grave adversity Their remarkable spontaneity With blood soaked garment Eyes pleaded management. Step by step, all together Facing inclement weather Reached the road head line Fetching care just on time. In portals of hospital Healed injuries fatal In midst of acute pain Blessings also did rain. She birthed a sweet soul Love shall forever hold O! Yes. Life's ambiguous Tumultuous yet mellifluous! @Preeti Kandpal Pathak

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Jun 24, 2024

Jun 24, 2024 at 3:20 AM UTC

gapretos

TUMULTUOUS YET MELLIFLUOUS!..THAT'S LIFE!

They married, very pleased Dreams many they weaved Happy hours simply rolled While love grew manifold. Onto mountainous vales Surely they both regaled Soon she on family way But hurdles many did lay. Rain came bucketing down Enveloping sky and town Bringing plenty of mirth Also cleansing the earth. Travelling from morn to night Unborn inside snuggled tight Serpentine roads, moonlit night River water, like silvery light. Sudden blind bend up the hill Mighty engine roaring shrill Blinding lights, opposite end Just no time for any amend. Mighty machine losing might Seemed the darkest of nights O! Wet earth simply cracked Machine slipped, was slapped. Chilling winds shrieking All of them hurt, weeping Scattered and shattered But hope still whispered. Eyes full of tears and fear Lonely night, no one near Angel inside, safe and calm Her unborn, her only balm. Thorny paths up the hill Her spouse down the hill Comrade, near a boulder Bruised broken shoulder. Trio braving grave adversity Their remarkable spontaneity With blood soaked garment Eyes pleaded management. Step by step, all together Facing inclement weather Reached the road head line Fetching care just on time. In portals of hospital Healed injuries fatal In midst of acute pain Blessings also did rain. She birthed a sweet soul Love shall forever hold O! Yes. Life's ambiguous Tumultuous yet mellifluous! @Preeti Kandpal Pathak

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the water at five was up to my neck the rain was bucketing down the river was rising quite clearly and about to submerge the town. A cow floated past a weird look in her eyes as if it was my fault, the biggest surprise was yet to come the water rose higher and sunk the Sun. I swam and I swam as only a drowning man can but there is no Kansas for me I make no bones about it that living down here with Davy Jones in the locker without a key is possibly as **** as it can be

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Aug 28, 2016

Aug 28, 2016 at 5:01 AM UTC

john-edward-smallshaw

Just another flood alert

the water at five was up to my neck the rain was bucketing down the river was rising quite clearly and about to submerge the town. A cow floated past a weird look in her eyes as if it was my fault, the biggest surprise was yet to come the water rose higher and sunk the Sun. I swam and I swam as only a drowning man can but there is no Kansas for me I make no bones about it that living down here with Davy Jones in the locker without a key is possibly as **** as it can be

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