He's been a ruler you
can't see
like a measuring stick
in hiding
He's been hiding the fact
he can see
but would you believe
his findings?
They've been watching
his back intensely
while he fills their heads
succinctly
Being light years ahead
is empty
guess that's why
they assumed he's ditzy
Couldn't be further from facts
he's shifty
while he raises the bar
he's shifting
On a whole other plane
he's flying
into spaces that match
his timing
Snuffing the wick of a witch
that's scrying
trying to see where his light
is hiding
In the dark many eyes
are crying
in disbelief of results
from spying
He just gives of himself
as tithing
is as natural to him
as rhyming
As for all of the ties
& bindings
it actually helped to
release the shining
Look to see what the All
is designing
it's unique dare I say
inspiring
They say the temp of
the earth is rising
so why isn't he
like the rest perspiring?
Where in night, down in day
Clutching one's clay clogged face
Dilly-dallying ditzy dances
Dull, dampened waltz swimming with a drunken sway
Methodical movement of the ditz's drunken daze
Dazed dolphins dance down gutteral gin and toneless tonic omissions
Wringing ring wrung fingers, for the ditz's sherry glass gaze
Caught crooning whispers within the careless candid spotlight
Spickle spittle dawned the dolphin's dance, dominance'n drivel
Deigned to sway within a drug infused haze.
Spluttering with the need of stitches, as burly bone ingrowths
Dappered the damper desolate surface
To drag the ditz's measly hip dips, from the four-lipped, two-tipped,
Derailing and de-tailing,
dolphin intrusion.
7//10//2025
I do adore my dear old brain,
with her I have so much to gain.
Quite ditzy, yet so versatile
has been with me now quite a while.
An independent thinker she,
I’m glad she is that part of me.
Her senses bring her much delight,
they feed her passion then to write.
So yes, my brain’s my favourite part
she rules my mind, also my heart.
Smell of ashes
the taste of burnt toast,
complexion’s dark
as crows yet
a familiar scent
that lingers
in every empty
mug.
Cold weather
is my body’s ditzy
enemy.
Coats, scarves,
and others embrace never
suffices, yet I still cover
up just to concede
a frivolous
anxiety buried
in my skin.
Frosty compassion
leads a search for dire
need of temptation
within unkempt warmth
of liquid lush brewing
anew into a cup of
addiction.
Bitter is sweet,
sweet is bitter.
Its nature
so capricious meddling
from hate to love,
from love to heart-
ache, from heart-
ache to anger,
from anger to
loss.
Coffee’s taste
attached to every
memory, not once
absent,
a friend, my desire,
$2.49 a cup of cheap
watery indulgence
draws me back
more and more.
My loyal comfort,
as I take a sip,
I indulge
endlessly
I think I am an oxymoron
quite different but the same.
Understanding less is more
Subdued, yet can’t be tamed.
I’ll split in two while being whole
ditzy and still brainy.
Make many plans without a goal
be sad while being zany,
Have champagne taste with beery purse
find ugly very pretty.
Feel really blessed that I’m so cursed
quite stupid when I’m witty.
You see, there’s more than one of me
sometimes I’m up when down.
Politely rude when wrong but right
Show then a smiling frown.
Clearly confused, I know I am
more forward than behind.
Get close to you while staying free
be stingy when I’m kind.
Loud silence lets me contemplate
and dream when I’m awake.
To keep in front, I must backdate
my words, just give or take.
I love chrome bumpers
Sequins on headbands
Rhinestones on sweaters
Colored gemstones that are polished
Confetti, glitter,
Anything ritzy, ditzy or sparky
I love shiny things
Could I be a crow?
Yeah.
We're kids.
We get ditzy quick.
Thats is how it is.
Be back back in a bit.
Lickety- Split.
I put hot pink pajamas on my cat Scat.
She twists her tail, for she knows where she’s at
A sassy, brassy, classy, ritzy, ditzy, diamond cat.
worth all the trouble, said my cousin Pat.
For she is smug and self-assured, a joyful cat.
I hear her coming now, with her pitter pat.
Dressed in her fancy pajamas, my cat, Scat.
Uh-oh, I think what she is carrying is a live rat!
Suzette, alas,so drunk at the bar.
Decided to drive home in her car
Oops, ran over a skunk.
Heavens it really stunk.
Out of her car, she studied stars.
7/1/2023
blooms
bouncy
baby’s breath
busy bee balm
ritzy rose, glitzy gloxinia
zany zinnia, dear ditzy daisy
swanky saffron
flouncy phlox
bonnie
buds
The itsy bitsy glitzy ditzy ritzy kitty
Makes the room seem rather pretty
My uncle is here, feeling puffed and silly.
His kitty stories are traveling willy nilly.
The itsy bitsy glitzy ditzy ritzy kitty is now….
Grooming herself, so she will be a wow.
She has not yet made us adults bow,
But she is the queen of the kibble chow.
Crunch crunch crunch she eats so loud.
Her chewing is regally arrogant, and quite proud.
In a day or two there might be quite a crowd.
She gives me a look, making me feel humbled and cowed.
What is it about itsy bitsy glitzy ditzy ritzy kitty I wonder.
That makes me feel like a fool that has been slapped by thunder.
She has look that puts me in my place, as a peon at best.
She is the haughty queen of this cat-loving nest.
Whispers can be scary if you're alone.
Voices can sound sinister uttered low.
Branches scrape windows; wind murmurs a moan.
Whispers can be scary if you're alone.
Imagine you go to answer the phone.
"I see you," says a hushed voice you don't know.
Whispers can be scary if you're alone.
Voices can sound sinister uttered low.
July 17, 2021
for the Whispers Poetry Contest of John Lawless
(sorry I wrote wrong the last name of the sponsor the first time I entered this. I knew the right name, but my ditzy brain still wrote it wrong!)
The squirrels have disappeared from my backyard
Since the neighbor’s cats have invaded their domain,
And I am taking their sudden absence especially hard
The squirrels have disappeared from my backyard.
It appears that the culprits, the cats, cannot be barred
Complaining to their ditzy owner is all that remains
The squirrels have disappeared from my backyard,
Since the neighbor’s cats have invaded their domain.
May 23, 2021
lemony dandelions
rawrin’ lawn weeds
bitter tea leaves
swarming like bees
ditzy sweeties writhing
‘round a damsel’s crown
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2/9/2021
Mum asked ?
Why did Dad marry me ?
Because they weren't suited
He was an intellectual deep thinker
Whilst she was a Ditzy Blonde
No glue no ties to bond beyond the esthetic superficial attraction
But till death till they part they remained
Mostly fighting and hating one another barely getting along
Until death did them part
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