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    Past Contest Poetry Contest #265 -- Theme: "Bucket"

    Discussion in 'Bi-Weekly Poetry Contest' started by thirdwind, Jun 1, 2015.

    Since the previous contest winner didn't PM me a theme, I picked a random theme from the theme idea thread.

    The theme for this contest is "bucket" (courtesy of @cutecat22). You are free to interpret the theme however you wish, but please make sure your poem does take the theme into account in some way.

    All entries are due by 11:59 PM EST on Saturday, June 20. All entries should be posted directly in this thread. Replies will be anonymized by the anonymizer system, and they will be de-anonymized once voting ends. Keep in mind that you're responsible for making sure the formatting of your poem is correct.

    Good luck to everyone who enters!
     
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    Truth in a Bucket


    A balmy evening, there, at the dying end of May,
    Nobody, there, watching light and dark play.
    Airborne Toxic warbling, bright as Tijuana Brass.
    Nobody barefoot on the fresh cut grass.

    A cotton sundress, weightless and whirling,
    Nobody spun, breathless, drunken and twirling.
    Drunk on laughter, chest tight and aching,
    Nobody, feet shifting, a barrier breaking.

    In a blur of white and black or was it blue,
    Nobody danced, toes gripping tight and true.
    Face hidden by an old fashioned Gatsby hat,
    Nobody, a moment stolen, a moment, simply that.

    Songs change, the flying swing dance, slows—
    Nobody sees it, hidden by the thorns of the rose.
    An ice cream bucket, half full, a rainy weeks’ leavings,
    untouched by the sunlight’s malicious thieving.

    Nobody, a mad idea, a crooked smile blooming bright,
    something discovered back when life was simple, right.
    Nobody didn’t kick the bucket, but took the handle, plucked it up,
    and began to spin, water should have spilled like an upended cup.

    That water stayed in, holding to that bucket tight as can be,
    even as Nobody spun, faster—laughing, fearless and free.
    Held together by the motion, a system balanced, secure and right.
    Momentum--life needs it to hold its shape: a truth, simple, bright.
     
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    Red, bright, empty
    It longs to hold
    Fragile, beautiful things
    To be filled with the sea foam
    of Aphrodite
    Overflowing

    It becomes filled with sand
    Just a semblance of want--
    what it wants

    This beautiful carrier of
    hope and despair
    longs for its own
     
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    A snowflake fell
    Into a frozen well
    And in spring began melt—ing

    A scientist wound the bucket
    Came he did, and took it
    And began experiment—ing

    Till summer he toiled
    The water he boiled
    That saw it evaporat—ing

    Up to meet the clouds
    Where coolness all around
    Had it almost precipitat—ing

    Then a winter's cold spell
    Formed the new flake as it fell
    Spiralling back down into the well
     
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    One little flaw does not make something useless such as a bucket if that bucket or other item has another use you can use it for

    There once was a man with a bucket,
    It leaked so he thought he should chuck it,
    But the bucket was square
    And could be used as a chair,
    So in the end he just thought 'fuck it'.
     
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    Bucket List

    I have a list of things I missed,
    Of things not yet done in life.
    Stuff to do, for me, and you,
    A husband and a wife.

    A trek to take, a cake to bake,
    I’ll learn to play the oboe.
    A dog to train, a train through Spain,
    We’ll ride along as hobos.

    Write a book and learn to cook,
    teach something to a child.
    Save the whales from sails off Wales,
    Explore the world of the wild.

    Make amends with men and friends,
    Rid my heart of malice.
    Take the time to craft this rhyme,
    See the Aurora Borealis.

    Be a better me, leave a legacy,
    Accomplish something ernest.
    Be a family man, now that’s a plan,
    Make due with what I’m furnished.

    Fence my yard in, grow a garden,
    survive on what I grow.
    When I grow old, the tales I’ve told,
    will be of what I know.
     
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    I realize too late
    the door already closed
    Cold winter doubt cools down the warmest heart
    I struggle to contain
    the refrain
    of your voice
    reaching me again
    and again
    I cannot do this

    This.

    The pen in my hand
    The laughter and the man
    Sign
    Send
    and we do not wake together again
    Forgiveness found
    In you
    In me
    The desperate attempt to believe
    you treasure me as I do you
    disappear in the midst of your need to be alone
    I’m kicking this bucket
    now

    different people
    equal love
     
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    The castle

    A sturdy knight called to his men
    He circled once, and once again
    Hold fast lads
    I know it's bad
    We cannot let them take it

    Defiant castle parapet
    Awash with gold in bright sunset
    Sandy walls
    Dark timber floors
    And in its midst a market

    Their enemy came from the south
    Relentless frothing at the mouth
    Things looked grave
    Wave after wave
    So bad the knight cried, "Fuck it"

    The setting sun slipped 'neath the seas
    The knight fell down upon his knees
    Losing hope
    They could not cope
    He knew they wouldn't make it

    A father called out to his child
    From car park to the sea shore wilds
    Come on son,
    the day is done
    and don't forget your bucket.
     
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    There once was a man from nantucket
    Who got his head stuck in a bucket
    He fell down the stairs
    Which cost him dear in repairs

    And now he has a fractured skull and stuff.
     
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    Copper Daydreams

    every summer we gathered
    a pocketful, a bucketful
    of copper-lustered hopes
    to throw into the fountain
    behind our schoolyard

    each smoothly worn by many palms
    or freshly minted and tart
    on the tongue at tea time
    like lemon fingers

    eating cake, we shook in glee
    standing knee-deep in
    the cool daydreams
    of pennies
     
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    Old Farmer


    Farmer Honey

    chuck me bucket,

    swing the handle

    watch me stuff it.

    A lip that dribbles

    With ten kilos

    he feeds two hundred

    little fellows.

    The yellow hotspur

    rush to corners

    in midst of huddle

    is the warmest.

    Oh my darling

    He strokes the crop

    In twenty weeks

    I face the chop.
     
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