Best Ditching Poems
Pretty, tawny, tabby Tabor
purring snuggler,
full of curiosity and play
He saw the door ajar for a fast getaway
His golden eyes gleamed
Jail break; as he dreamed
Ditching out as fast as a jet
The backyard pond he couldn’t forget
full of lily pads and Koi. ”Oh, what fun!”
Sneaky pitter-patter paws sly as a cat “I’ll take one.”
Tiny tadpoles hiding under the lily pads away from the Koi
A little twitch happy tail, pawing, splashing the cool water to catch the Koi
From out of nowhere showed
Kung Fu tempered toad
pounced on Tabor’s back. “H-i-s-sss......!”
Feeling frustrated and foiling his plans couldn’t catch him now
Tawny tabby Tabor taunting tiny tadpoles and tantalizing tasty tempered toad
11/22/2016
Categories:
ditching, cat, fish, water,
Form:
Rhyme
My Friend Jim Bean
The highway signs go by so fast.
The whole damn night had been a blast.
There's a red light chasing behind me
and wouldn't you know it I could barely see.
Driving blind drunk and all over the road.
It's amazing how much your skills erode.
I was drinking all night at the local bar.
Should have called a taxi but I was driving my car.
I was dancing with a girl who had a perfect ass.
When I thought about her it made me step on the gas.
At first I thought this must be a bad dream.
But there between my legs was my friend Jim Beam.
I grabbed that bottle and took a big swig
and ole Jim convinced me I could ditch this pig.
Took a quick turn down a one way street
when I saw something ahead I didn't want to meet.
Right in front of me someone turned on the brights.
It was an 18 wheeler and I was in his headlights.
Right before we hit I made the car swerve.
Barely got around him when I hit a hair-pin curve.
Slammed on the brakes and started spinning around.
Must have looked like my car was a merry-go-round.
Didn't hit a thing and when I came to a stop.
My thoughts once again returned to ditching that cop.
I even yelled something stupid like you'll never catch me copper.
But I almost gave up when I thought I saw a helicopter.
The cop chasing me must have freaked when he saw that truck.
Probably thought he was dead but you wouldn't believe his luck.
He drove right into a ditch and got launched into the air
and I felt so helpless all I could do was stare.
It looked like a helicopter his car in the sky.
The way it looked to me was he was gonna die.
I thought about his family and got real upset.
If he died I knew God wouldn't let me forget.
Only a miracle could keep him from harm.
Then I noticed his car was headed straight for this barn.
Right up in the hayloft is where his car went
and it landed real nice without a scratch or a dent.
Cop was hooting and hollering when he got out of his car.
Screaming something about being a shooting star.
Before I pulled out I gave him a honk and a wave.
Thanking the Lord I didn't have to put flowers on his grave.
Categories:
ditching, imagination, life, urbancar, me,
Form:
Take 1:
Too much beauty is a problem,
So the pretty women say,
Many women can be threatened,
Mood swings like a pendulum
Never trusting in ‘fair play.’
So it hurts when they dismiss you
Best to not give you a chance,
You might try to steal their boyfriends,
Smugly now your faults imbue
Though you’ve stolen not one dance.
Competition can be fierce then,
Few believe these days in fate,
Their self-confidence can vanish,
No faith too in gentle men,
If the guy once shows up late.
Come on lassies, what’s your hurry,
Shouldn’t love be ‘laissez-faire?’
Ditching friends for men so slimy,
Dressed up in your finery?
Is your love so ‘ordinaire?’
Take 2:
Being smart too is a problem,
Life itself not hard enough,
Toughs that ambush after schools out,
There’s a gift in being dumb!
You think calculus is rough?
All young people want to fit in,
Live with hearts out on their sleeve,
Smart kids really do no better,
Though you’d think that they might win,
Teenage angst yields no reprieve.
Still my brain saved me from football,
Grinding work for adult thrills,
Qualified for cannon fodder,
Young boys think they have it all,
Girls and glory, mindless drills.
But the youth who show brain merit,
Though rewards are slow to come,
Find they bypass many hazards,
Foolish plans elaborate:
Author's now of their outcome.
Take 3:
Having bread is a conundrum,
Still ‘death,’ you win on a bet,
Jealousy makes you a pit bull,
Lost decorum stained your bum,
Reputation? Just forget!
Dreams of poor men are a half-truth,
Fueled by their desires unmet,
Riches, splendor all they think of,
‘Clark Kents’ enters glass phone booth,
Men inside still curse kismet.
People! Rich! That live in prisons,
That’s what our world has come to,
Iron fences blocking access,
Wealthy hold they’re denizens,
Why do they seem like they’re blue?
How did our world fall to misfits,
I’m a have, but you have not,
All one needs is just one bullet,
Don’t you think this is the pits?
Murderer lives on your lot.
Brian Johnston
Auguest 17, 2014
Categories:
ditching, life,
Form:
Rhyme
Let's ditch a poly bag.
Let's ditch a poly bag.
Yes, you heard it right,
Whether it's a straw,
A cup or a plate,
Whether it's bottled water or a polybag
All land in a landfill
And finally in the ocean.
Using these is like scratching
Our earth all over her body.
So, let's ditch a poly bag
Let’s get rid of the plastic bag.
Do it by saying no to the vendor.
Show him your grace,
By producing a cloth bag.
No! Not that,
I didn't say that.
You got it wrong.
I know you are aware,
And carry your bag,
But don't you stuff it
With so many plastic bags?
Let's think! Let’s think the matter again,
And try ditching that cursed bag.
Fill your bag with the fruits and the veggies,
And the Chocolate and the cookies.
Just without that poly bag,
Let’s abandon that poly bag.
I promise, I promise,
They won't eat one another.
Yes, they’ll get mixed.
But it hardly matters.
You can manage, we can manage.
Coz’ that really matters.
We cannot poison are Mom,
In the name of convenience.
Can you? Can you? Can you?
No, none of us can.
I understand,
The vendor will not listen,
Will give you a smile with question,
He may laugh at you,
Strange looks may follow,
As if you are an alien.
But you will have to do this.
You will have to refuse and produce a cloth bag.
Not for me and not for yourself,
But for the coming generation.
For you love your mother earth.
And coz’ you are enlightened.
So,
Sow a seed of ‘No’
A ‘No’ not please anyone.
A ‘No’ just to show your gesture.
That you love yourself and the people around.
Remember! This is going to help.
Don't forget! every ‘No’ from your side is going to help.
Now, I have done my part,
It’s time, to show your heart.
Date : 12/07/2017
Categories:
ditching, addiction, earth, how i
Form:
Free verse
I'm a simple guy,
I like video games, music and succeeding without trying,
So when a man comes up to me and tell me he can save my life,
Who am I to turn down a free book from a generous passerby,
Strange how after hundreds of Reddit articles I find these red words the most astounding,
Each verse saturated with a truth beyond my understanding,
I embraced the scripture in my new-found belief,
Ditching skeptics and scientific contention for a biblical motif,
So with my newfangled faith I embarked on a holy endeavor,
To sift through a lifetime of personal uncertainty to uncover the answer,
I found myself under bottomless pizza boxes,
Buying time stocks from the evolutionary clock,
Discovering purpose through glimmering game discs,
Fashioning polygonal personalities into personable obelisks,
Uncovering the depths of my psyche excavating mountains of dirty laundry,
Rinse on, dry off, purging both physical filth and emotional quandaries,
Sharing walkways with speeding cars enslaved to a monetary duty I can't shirk
A journey of a thousand steps every pilgrimage to work,
My blood a bubbling brew of ambition and potential,
Yet required to surpass insurmountable credentials,
Ignoring the marked symbols in newspapers they seek to brand on my forehead,
Subjective opinions of civility and idealism dropped on me like warheads,
Cryptic predictions of personality and fate,
You think I need a dice roll to determine if I'm straight?
Countless evaluations to rationalize the psyche and soul combined,
What makes their opinion more viable than mine?
I'm taking buoyant steps upon the swamp to reach my destination,
Swapping carnality for divinity to achieve the ultimate self-preservation,
Cremating my mortality I seek to ascend,
Past primitive understanding of a purpose I cannot comprehend,
This road we walk is coated with trip-wire and paved with scorching coals,
Watch out for those flaming hours in your 5-day forecast so find the nearest foxhole,
The burden on our shoulders has already been lifted so there's no reason for us to be aching,
We're on the path to eternal salvation why aren't we skipping?
So why don't you tag along with me on this self-realization odyssey,
I can't promise explosions or tentacle-headed aliens but I know it'll at least be interesting,
Just you, yourself, me and I,
The most dynamic duo to ever breach the sky.
Categories:
ditching, bible, hope, jesus, journey,
Form:
Rhyme
Eons of intimacy, still the one I dote on;
My lady, embodiment of mother beauty,
My ecstasy and salve to my sorrow,
Thou shall always be embraced and recalled
Until my soul gets rid of my mortal body,
Till the end my life exhales the final breath
And the last beat of my aching heart;
Beautiful as you, no woman I’m smitten by,
But you, my all-time darling, so calm as the ocean,
You ne’er let my joy dissipate but with tender words,
Always enamored you had me of you.
But now you say me tired of years’ long bond
Out of blue, throwing me deep down in the dumps-
The sting you ne’er put on my jolly heart;
Berserk to be, shattered the innocent heart is,
Discerning that once amorous soul has now changed
And ditching away the hapless wretch to despair;
My lady, adornment of my life and my solace,
What about the dreams we dreamt together?
The dreams of our matrimonial lives and blissful home,
Divine offspring to be born and the eternal togetherness,
The reverie of rejoicing our anniversary till the end
And watching the time run with our hands entwined;
What about the promises swore to each other?
The promise of incessant love for one another
And to never leave each other’s back no matter what…
Desire still unsullied, my precious covetable angel,
Never will you be forsaken, but the mounting wish to have you
And to love always my heart only aches for you;
But like never before, palpitating my heart with fear
Of being forsaken, denied and loathed, for I sense
Rise of repugnance in you and the hatred maybe;
Still then breathing on with the hopes to be fulfilled one day
And waiting for the time when we will be together
Where we will live our dreams and promises remembered;
My lady, joy of my life and the reason I breath still,
Ask me not of severance for I can’t love you lesser
But you’re the one I love to bits and my soul
Would only rip apart the day you leave me.
With love, Karma
Categories:
ditching, break up, heartbroken,
Form:
Lyric
We're locked in system
Bound in chains,
By a system that doesn't want us free again,
Caught in a society that barely cares
Inundated by advertisers selling their wares,
While government forces rules and laws down our throats
In a nanny state society we are all controlled.
Working for corporations and selling our souls
Never making a stand or getting too bold
To fight for our rights
And somehow make a change in our lives
Governed by fat cat men who are all too old
Seeking to line their pockets and gain power and control
And their is nothing in anyway that we can find that consoles
But I for one am past the point of overload
Travelling into a place of the unknown
Of opting out the system, the establishment and state
Going beyond the rules and ditching the hate
As promoted by the media
With its domesticated displays.
Categories:
ditching, inspirational, money, political, work,
Form:
Narrative
Her thoughts bled from her fingertips
In the form of ink, they created art
She churned her words in sync to the beat
Taking music from the pain in her heart
Woven words roll down her face
Saturating the canvas beneath
Adorning her sorrows with delicate lace
Lovely strokes from a brush of grief
She was filling the shoes of her destiny
By opening her heart and letting loose the parts
For all the world to see
She knew not why her eyes did cry
She couldn't define her purpose
But she didn't want her tears to dry
It would defeat their very service
So all of her fears and all of her tears
Filled the cracks that turned to streams
Ending the drought for her many peers
Giving peace and reason to dream
Then one day she realized
That she, too, had life inside
She had not been forgotten
Or left behind
She was very much alive
It wasn't too late to start today
Every journey, at some point, began
She didn't sport an expiration date
Branded upon her hand
Just like that, at the drop of a hat
Her pity party quickly ceased
Ditching the bench, she went to batt
Her self worth, soon increased
Categories:
ditching, encouraging, inspiration,
Form:
Free verse
Tribute to David Michael Jones. 1895 - 1974.
A British poet, painter and engraver
Was a lad of 20, left art college to join the RWF*
"In parenthesis "was his write
A poem describing horrors
Of being a front line soldier, to fight
In the world war 1 battle on the western front
An event he described as epic
and imbued with religious, moral and mythic
overtones where Divine Grace manifested a continual presence
T.S.Elliot called his work "a work of genius"
badly wounded in Mametz Wood his life they did fear
In 1921 he converted to Catholicsm, going to Eric Gills
Community in Ditching Uk where he honed his
carpentry and engraving skills
When Stravinsky came to UK For the last time ,
was solely a pilgrimage to visit David Jones
David died in 1974
Some of his paintings are in the Tate.
His work is mostly forgotten
Was deeply Catholic, writing
The Sleeping Lord and Other Fragments.
Classed amongst the most important poems of the 20th century
*RWF. Stands for Royal Welch Fusiliers, they wear a feather in their cap
badge.
Read notes please.
Categories:
ditching, tribute, work, work, ,
Form:
Free verse
They say if somebody loves you once they will always
love you...Well you loved me many moons ago now do you
regret letting me go...aren't you the one that said you
loved everything about me, you just couldn't get enough
of me well I can still hear you saying but maybe you
never did really love me either way life goes on with
or without you anyhow oh but If You Could See Me Now
you just wouldn't believe your eyes, you’d lay awake at
night thinking of a way to get me back and ditching
that other guy, you’d write me the sweetest love letters
begging me to give you one more chance, you’d send me
roses in hopes of me giving into the romance...'cuz
like a fine wine I've only gotten better with time, I’m
not trying to brag but I got 'em knocking down my door
I've got 'em standing in line like never before so it's
a shame you're nowhere to be found 'cuz If You Could
See Me Now you'd really love me this time around If You
Could See Me, If You Could See Me Now!
Categories:
ditching, boyfriend, love, missing you,
Form:
Free verse
Fe fy foe fum we are the crew who gets the job done.
Ranked with badges to whip with lashes.
We leave the scene, cold like ice from the murder we bring.
We put you to rest cause we are the best
and if it is murder she wrote, then we must confess.
We don't regret putting you in the ground.
We don't let nothing bring us down.
We walk this way, yea we walk this way.
spreading like the ice age,
we put you on a slate to be dissected.
Blood starts to spill when we come to kill,
gore and violence just gives us a thrill,
like being in a cell on death row hill.
With us you know ain't nothing happening.
We strike your force like a convoy phantom,
Like a ghost appearing in the midnight fog,
attacking you and your homey dogs.
Fe fi foe fum, we are the galicga crew
and this war has begun.
Modulatiing on multaling, can you deal with the trouble that you are facing.
I'm a blood liquidtarian that you are hating,
I feed on the lives that i be taking.
I leave you a satistic, I'm rapping emplistic.
You just another crew that were gonna be ditching.
And we walk this way, yea we walk this way.
Spreading like the ice age,
we put you on a slate to be dissected.
Blood starts to spill when we come to kill,
gore and violance just gives us a thrill,
like being in a cell on death row hill.
fe fi foe fum, we are the crew who gets the job done.
Up side down you have turned me,
we pushing terror to infinity,
like a insectrail swarm we come complete,
attacking your faith to uncernity.
Our empire known through out the land,
Laying you dead gives us the upper hand.
We walk this way, yea we walk this way.
Categories:
ditching, song-lyricdeath, death, murder,
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme
As the Sunday sun sets away
With it the rare peace and your funday
Brings to fore the manic monday
Ditching all the pleasures that the weekend brought
When clear was the mind with little thoughts
Relaxing with a cup of favourite beverage
Reading the newspaper entire coverage
Catching a good movie or good friends
Or just lying lazing in your bed
With your favourite book
Binging on your choicest food
Getting into your best mood
The smiles return since there is no work
these are some of few weekend perks
From the time the sun rises
to the time the moon comes in
Its a race against time
On the first day of the week.
Some revel the start of the week
and make others wonder
Are these people for real?
Others start feeling weak
Drained before the day begins.
Some like to make just more money
Some just have to make their ends meet.
The mad honking by the vehicles begins
perhaps a sign of the everyones mind
anxious to reach somewhere in time
The smiles of the weekend disappear
a lot of fret and frown appear
Tensed foreheads you cross so many
Packed trains and buses oveflowing already
Face the boss with a fake smile
Hoping they goes easy for the week ahead in time
The to do list never ending
The emails in inbox overflowing and pending
The calls that hound throughout the day
The peace it vanishes found nowhere
The wait for the evening to arrive
To end the misery of the day gone by
The money machine chugs along
Grinding everyone in its path
Forgetting quickly the hours spent
on the weekends that are also getting rare.
So make the most of the hours you get
to charge up the batteries for the battle ahead
Thats how the system has been made
Makes you slog every time a little more
Simple pleasures go out the door
Makes one wonder about our lives
Are we living for ourselves
Or by what the world defines
These are the thoughts the mind garners
When the manic monday is just around the corner.
Categories:
ditching, holiday, work,
Form:
Light Verse
(Note: Special thanks to my cousin Joel Sumilang, whose butterfly
painting inspired me to write this poem.)
Be Free
(Joy Ditching-Lorico)
(Manila, 6 September 2009, 11:00pm)
In God’s little garden, wildflowers grow
Beauty meets the eyes, wind starts to blow
Bushy plants with translucent dots
Serrated leaves amidst yellow spots
Brilliant sun casts rays on the meadow
A winged little creature crawling so low
God watches as it flutters and stalls
Wonders why it tries and still falls
Looking closely God sees why
This dainty beauty seems to cry
For both wings appear quite strong
But there must be something wrong
From a chrysalis the beauty emerges
Already done with life’s rapid changes
Complete metamorphosis has come
The world outside beckons a welcome
But winged creature is still trapped
In a cocooned life that was mapped
Fears and doubts fill the heart
Flying high can’t seem to start
So God whispered in the wind to say
Go, my beauty please don’t stay
Trapped in your past day and night
Never fear and go see the light
For I love you so, my dear
Don’t be imprisoned by fear
It is your mind that holds you back
For something that you don’t lack
Winged little creature sighed
For quite some time it cried
With courage wings started flapping
Buoyed by wind butterfly began flying
God watched as His butterfly soar
His dainty little creature no more
He whispered into the air a plea
Go, my child, and BE FREE!
Categories:
ditching, courage
Form:
This night is for you
Howling and crawling on earth
Sleepless and tired
Sweet memoirs haunting
With fangs of blames
Ditching into the trench of loneliness
Soulless and ruthless I am
Draining into the sin of cursing myself
This night is for you
Under the cozy blanket of pain
The pain of loss
The pain of curse and the pain
Of regret
One day ye shall be pardoned
-puvi-
(15/5/2013)
Categories:
ditching, memory, pain, sad, sin,
Form:
Free verse
The sound of animosity
wakes you up.
There was a shadow war.
The ethnic otherness,
when you were ditching
the sermons, the adjectives.
Will you accept the
atrocity of nouns who keep
on inviting the fat spiders ?
The vision has failed.
I don’t find any cue
to the nests of sparrows.
Ah, the booming guns.
But I was talking
to Sisyphus.
Satish Verma
Categories:
ditching, art,
Form:
ABC