Best Ditch Poems
THE DITCH BECAME ABYSS:
Collaboration with Tim Smith
When I was here
All the music sang lalala
I only saw your eyes
When you were here
All the words read you you you
and all made sense
When we were here
In a different life, the river flowed
rippling love around us
Now without a we
No longer captured in a breeze
The ditch became abyss
Now without you here
All my days are blue blue blue
and my senses darken too
Now without me here
my head is spinning round round round
no longer seeing out clouded eyes
***
January 4, 2016
Tim Smith
Darren White
Phil’s caveman look is very weird
He really should shave off his beard
His mother is right
He looks a strange sight
The Neanderthal look’s to be feared!
Since December Phil’s been hirsute
He needs to give his beard a boot
He’ll cut it off in the sink
But his mum won’t cause a stink
Cos without it he looks real cute!
Poem Posted with Kind permission of Phillip Garcia
To understand the poem please read my comments on Phillip's poem
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/3443_or_t_minus_44_880105
02~26~17
I was oblivious to the fact
what is toxic,
When I stumbled upon toxic,
amazing voice,
looks decent,
beautiful thoughts we shared.
then poison spread.
Young Johnny Walford was a handsome man
He possessed a keen intelligent mind
Yet the life he desperately desired
In the end poor Johnny would never find
Lack of education, coal dusted hands
His heart was set on the Miller's daughter
Sadly one night he strayed with Jane Shorney
Made his life into the stuff of fodder
He was forced to marry against his will
Jane Shorney was now carrying his child
He could not bare the thought of forever
Her screeching voice, made him insanely wild
It was but three weeks into his marriage
Our young Johnny couldn't take anymore
He clubbed her on the head and slit her throat
This was more than they had both bargained for
He took her body, threw it in a ditch
Then he tried to cover it with dirt
In her hand she clutched a piece of fabric
She had foresight to hold onto his shirt
Her body found there with a hue and a cry
Johnny was dragged in chains through the streets
Hanged on the gibbet for passers by
It is said that a year later they would meet
She haunts both ditch and gibbet to this day
Her banshee voice screeches berating him
Poor Johnny would prefer to be in heel
Her words feel like being torn limb from limb
A Shadowlam production. Great topic for a poem Shadow thanks
for inviting me to write this one with you.
Not too much said ‘bout a
Drainage Ditch
‘cept spring you have frogs
and come Indian Summer
they morphose to toads.
Rains drying up does it.
Makes those ditches no
better than the land they’re
banked on. Plain parched.
Headless cattails. Water
spiders long played out.
Cress gone to seed, tastes
like pepper. Like watching
the end of the world –
worse since who or what
gives a damn for ditches?
‘cept critters and farmers.
Farmers and critters. Slow.
Farmers carve those ditches
and critters sow plants
and stitch the banks. Why?
Water. Nothing more than
water. Fertile water.
Leaves and dries those frogs
to toads. Come late fall
those frogs morphose a
second time.
‘cept I haven’t figured out
what to. But I know the
rains snowing up does it.
- mcackerson
The chimes are ringing in the hall
I can't really make sense of it all
At the front door I roll to check
Nobody there, oh what the heck
Look under my pillow, sheets, and duvet
Arg...I don't have any time to play
Under the bed I'll take a peek
Crap, now there's pizza sauce on my cheek
Out the window there's a green limousine
One that before, I have never seen
Tinted glass and doors shut tight
As I approach, it peels our of sight
Oh musie climb back in my head
I've got so much that needs to be said
Musie my musie you presence is missed
I've got poems to write, please don't resist
Oh musie don't be a little witch
Climb back in and turn on my switch
Ding dong the bells echo all around
but nowhere can my lady be found
Hey boy I’m your long time suffering dog
I need some of that love and tender care,
I’m no farm yard live in the mire hog
Here inside this thick fur lair
Home to them damn fleas I swear,
While you get it away when on the grog.
Glad you are here at last some attention
To check on my stress and hypertension.
© Harry J Horsman 2013
another pheasant has mistaken
its frilly pattern with saturn
rings
and twitters
all its senselessness
silly on the asphalt spangled
foreheads
- ! -
and another pheasant has mistaken
pattern with
rings and all atwitter
senselessness
on the saturn
- ! -
has foreheads
its senselessness
silly rings
spangled pheasant
all its pattern -
- pheasant pattern
asphalt
Ditch Mitch McConnell, I say,
Make room for new blood today!
He promotes a party schism,
Also, plain obstructionism.
A major fault, I can see,
Not a hoot for Kentucky.
We rank very low in stats,
Mitch tries to wear many hats.
What’s good for U.S. of A.,
Mitch quickly stands in the way.
written January 25, 2022
[Englyn poetry, a Welsh rhyming form, that
praises or criticizes sitting public officials.
Each line may consist of only seven syllables.]
A child disliking middle aged woman
Managed to get a few weeks off
Then you came and brought happiness to the library
Just don't ditch us
You were nice to us
You let us play games
You reminded us you were only a sub
Just don't ditch us
Days counted down
But the number was unconfirmed
The only condition was
Just don't ditch us
You saw my talents
You saw for what I am
Please go full time
Just don't ditch us
Then you left
Back the way it was
I should be used to it
But I don't have to like it
Every day I wished you would come back
So did the rest of the pack
Everyone knew I missed her
You coming back? When will that occur?
Then the librarian finally left
For good this time?
Subs came and gone
Every one of them I frowned upon
But something happened
Like the jackpot on a slot machine
You came back
Like a lost cat
Is our bitter librarian gone for good
Or just a few weeks
It could be end of year luck
Or is everything at it's peak?
Whatever happens
Just don't ditch us!
The King’s headaches have grown
since he's ascended the throne
And wearing that Crown
has turned his smile to a frown
Marrying the Queen’s
led to scenes unforeseen
With his new relatives
who make it hell just to live
In that beautiful palace
So, wishing no malice
If I were the King
I’d ditch the darn Queen
Move 'cross the pond from the palace
~ Love, ‘Debbie does Dallas’
Because of a tiny glitch
Inside a wet south side ditch
A minuscule germ, Mitch
Had an incredible itch
His voice had an uphill pitch
With a lilt that was rich
His oldest friend named Fritz
Told me that Mitch was a ditz
Mitch and Fritz fixed up the ditch
It attracted a whacky witch
Whose sense of humor with a stitch
Delighted the deliriously decorated ditch
Apple of my eyes,
She entered my life.
Was a high school classroom,
Where our love would groom.
Turned stronger as time went on,
Where parents were called upon.
Galla time with meets in the cafe,
And outside in the shopping malls.
Ditched ourselves to lag behind,
From the levels we best deserved.
Then came the exam results,
Found ourselves lying in a trench.
Hence staying away in different cities,
But for the same air that connects.
Her birthday, I got a call,
Returned happy with a secret meet.
But mom knew to my surprise ,
Awaited me to tell and meet.
Moments of unknowing betrayal,
That was a teenage entertainment.
Little did I know of mother's hurt,
Repent that was my last ditch!
Written on 29/10/13
Entered in contest on 11/5/14
Contest - poem never entered in contest#1
Sponsor - PD A
Sometimes it's as if I still
don't know
That I have to let you go
As hard as parting the sea
So too shall this
challenge me
Is it something I can do?
Learn to just stop loving
you?
Learn to put myself first
In famine, flood and thirst
I've taken great joy in
giving to you
I see now how little it has
to do
With how someone can
love
And place you far above
Any problem or desire
For eventually people tire
They move on
And leave you standing in
your own abandon
I love you,
But I do not,
Know how to say it,
You light up my day,
By just talking to me.
You make me laugh,
Laugh so hard I cry.
You and I talk about,
About our kids,
And,
We have no limits.
You make me so happy,
Happy to be here,
And,
Happy to have you,
As a friend,
But I want to be more,
More than just friends.
The only thing standing in the way is.
Her,
I do not know who she is,
Her name,
Her age,
How she treats you.
That is making me mad.
I want to be yours,
Forever,
And,
Always.
I want to…
Grow old with you,
Have many kids with you,
And not let you go.
Please, Please, Please,
Ditch the *****,
And,
Be with me forever.