Toma's Bucket List

I have never been one
For a list of bucket
More likely to say fuck it
And live my own dreams
If I make enough daily lists
And wish upon wish
I will have lived my purpose
By that one Judgment Day
Thoughts constantly fill my brain
Like the smell of wetness after rain
And sometimes I don't have the privilege
Of writing everything down
But friends often come around
And make you rethink things
My bucket list is simple
I'd just like to live before I die
Full of passion and compassion
To not hesitate to try
Live my own life as my own woman
Fall in love one good time
To travel this whole wide world
To always defend what is mine
I think that sums it all up
The rest isn't up to me
Above all when I meet the Creator
I should be satisfied to have lived faithfully free

Poet-ing

Poet-ing

Is now a thing

My thing

So watch me bring

My thing

Doing my poet thing

With the poet-ting

Alas I’m a woman

So I’m poetess-ing

Make these words sing

With the rhythm of my life

Beat the drum

With the cacophony of injustice

My compassionate minds fails to fathom

Random

Like the dots I connect

To be correct

As a poet.

I could easily bore

You with simile and metaphor

Just for the sake of rhyme

To take time

Just to razzle and dazzle

But I turned the tassel

To graduate

I shall commence to serious poet-ing

Transcribing my human experience

Drawing parallel lines

And giving fines

To those who don’t pay attention

Wake up world!

Earth is turning beneath you!

As the seasons pass, so will you.

Poet-ing

Is the poet-thing

That gives me life

On this side of heaven

After my last breath

So I shall write to my death

Knowing these characters

Convey my substance

My passion

Compassion, belief and love

Poet-ing

Not just an arbitrary verb

But a purposeful lifestyle.