Short Ditty Poems
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Hum ditty hum
Fathom my fumbling thumbs
My fat fingers were fiddling
A tune that was middling
Never a merrier man than me
the dawn is breaking
cardinal tweets wake-up song ~
humanity yawns
Date written: 01/27/2022
I ran downstairs
to play musical chairs -
how I do recall!
I kept repeating
changing seating
'til there were none at all.
A morning song
‘Tis brought along
By time spent with my pretty
So now I hum
The whole day long
A happy little ditty
I once met an psychic Gypsy
Who warned me not to get tipsy
I always got drunk
But who would have thunk
I'd end up in Mrs. Shipsea*
*Mississippi?
Just a day? I hear you say,
‘What of the other days
When I put on their P.Js?’
Though certainly they endear
It’s much to persevere,
How 'bout we make it a year!
You are my Snow White,
And I am your Prince Charming,
I’ve known it deep in my heart,
That no dragon nor serpent,
Nor witch’s potion,
Would ever dare to keep us apart.
(to be read to the tune of Papa was a rolling stone)
Papa was a rolling egg
Wherever he laid a hen chicks were made
And when he flied-
The coop you know was left undone.
You're extremely attractive
This much is true
A bouquet of flowers
Has nothing on you
Admittedly fawning
I plead guilty of
But I really can't help it
I'm so much in love
Busy Lizzie
In a Tizzy
Lazy Daisy
Friend of Maisie
Maisie's Corny
Thora's Thorny
Candy's Sweet
Robin's Tweet
Bridie's Married
Tara Tarried
Connie's Cosy
Rosie's Nosy
Pansy's Pretty
End of Ditty
Kiss the midnight sky!
I remember who you are.
Sow the seeds of sorrow,
Of a written birthmark scar.
Why are you so wistful?
You asked, it can’t be said.
Eternal rotten romance,
Running through my head.
In limerick form is this ditty,
A rhyme not sublime, but it’s witty.
I’m a Word Warrior who
Kicks a rhyme like Kung-fu.
Don’t HAI-ku me. It won’t be pretty!
(For Rhyme Battle Round 5)
and now for the N/A Contest
There was a girl called Polly Esther,
the fastest girl from downtown Leicester.
Pre-packaged food was her sole fare,
For healthy meals she had no care.
In the tum for food there's room.
There plastic wrappings end in doom
Road rumbles
through wind roaring leaves
Shod hooves tap rhythm
On tarmac drum skin
Fresh washed and dried
in Summer rain and sun
A catbird and wren
Compete for center stage
As bush and branch
Sway in the waltzing wind’s
Life scented wetness
THRONE DITTY
so if ya sitting on the bloody throne,
lke QueenLlizzie just a bit,
the toilet paper starts to roam,,
too bored to bloody sit,
the mind seems to babble moan,
despite instead of it....
is this the pity bit,
alone.bemoans..Tom-Tit.
Don
Oh, this lovely warming trend,
mild temperatures wind does send,
flowers bud and birds awaken,
snows are past, to be forsaken,
sweaters are shed, and mittens too,
sky is now a beautiful blue,
but most of all, I think you’ll guess,
I like that now---people wear less.
If ever there were a winner here
It would be Me, Myself, and I
The one you have so chosen
To hold beside you under nighttime sky
While owls hoot a lullaby
And my heart cries out a little ditty
Goodbye says my heart
To the fear, the
Loneliness,
The unrest, so unsettled in my soul
MOONSHINER'S DITTY - Collaboration
Gonna drink moonshine
Get drunk as a skunk
Then go into town
Beat up on some punk
Get thrown in jail
'Til I get sobered up
Start drinking again
Then puke it all up
23 July 2018
For Charles Messina's contest
(Make this the last stanza)
No longer will l sin
Treat my temple like a bin
Shoving all and sundry in
So l will bear and grin
Take it on the chin
To be happy in my skin
Be healthy within
No more biscuits from the tin
Against the bulge l will win
Today l will begin
To do and feel better!
Sometimes
Alone
I've sat
And thought,
About
Just this
And that
I think
About
A lot
Of things,
My wife
My life
My cat
Today
I thought
About
Someone,
Who floods
My eyes
With tears
I know
You know
It's you
Mother,
I've missed
You all
These years
My get up and go
Got up and went,
I’m repenting my sins
For wasted days I have spent.
It’s ok for me to not show up
Though I hate letting people down,
Would you rather I ‘had a face on’
Or laugh whilst wearing a frown?
Without sounding selfish
And I’m sure you agree,
It’s good being You
But I prefer being ME!!
Sixteen years he’s graced this Earth,
many challenges, but also mirth,
so frigging smart, like off the charts,
I know he’ll capture many hearts,
but troubled still, with many pains,
hope he’ll shed those invisible chains,
and march out into this great world,
band a-playing and flags unfurled,
ready to take his place in line,
I love this eldest child of mine.
trip number 2
a good place to be with you
the work we did to get here
we deserve to face each fear
trip number 2
only to be done by a chosen few
the sleep we lost to invest and save
we deserve to anticipate as well as crave
trip number 2
many exclmations of 'LOOK AT THE VIEW!'
the aches and pains we have had to deal with
it is an honor to be blessed with you to chill with
Here is a little ditty
To a poet from the City
She writes of common things
Yet makes the routine sing
Her style is perfect rhyme
Its beat is mighty fine
A chronicler of daily events
She walks the dog, pays the rent
The subjects may be ordinary
But her poetry is extraordinary
A tower of poetic power
She is, of course, Ilene Bauer
Keep writing, Ilene. Love your poems!!
When the whispers of dusk dissipates rapidly,
And the whiskers of dawn displays happily,
The lath of life deals dew on sodden grace.
In the glare of blazing beam will the sun
Surmise above uncertainty to declare the fore.
Mellow hands are reclined in graceful supplication
For what you bear ahead the bare sane recluses.
But when the ears of primal reel meticulously adhere,
The grid of lines hovering on heels will melifluosly adorn.