#ditty
of the human race ? we mistake our place and
perhaps that's the throttle of our mystery
for what it's worth i am of this earth and the
earth itself has a birth in me
Aug 3, 2025
Aug 3, 2025 at 9:09 PM UTC
the slanting sun outwits the bedroom
carves in the morning knife
cavities balled into the mystery a spent cartridge of night
bidden away is the bask of a coupling umbrella-ed
(guilded by narcotic somnolence and a few drinks)
now each fearful in face of the lover
one wondering etiquette
for the ridding
of the other
Jun 13, 2025
Jun 13, 2025 at 11:57 AM UTC
wake up pup
eager those linkers
blink your blinkers
unsink from sleep
and stretch
Apr 12, 2023
Apr 12, 2023 at 12:05 PM UTC
wandering life
self plunders
an exploration clap
the heavens wane from a fever
thank heavens ;
it is all a trap
Jan 15, 2021
Jan 15, 2021 at 2:09 AM UTC
cruelty was intent
bent only to effect harm
pep up in power
purely
as the action of a child
cost
Aug 15, 2020
Aug 15, 2020 at 2:19 PM UTC
floody gusts of
fought up clamoury
amour
and the gums of our armoury
that our cravy brain sustains
mouthing
...guppy
May 3, 2020
May 3, 2020 at 1:58 AM UTC
of every writer to allure the reader.
To take words and amalgamate them
into an offering that are like candy treats that cajole.
They don't bring weight to stomach only mind,
and expands ones consciousness divinely.
Written ditty at times becomes doorway
to emotions whereby brotherhood of eyes
get to spin in splendor.
Yes to entice a reader
is the best compliment one can get.
Hurray to the dream.
Jan 8, 2020
Jan 8, 2020 at 9:38 AM UTC
My inkwell brims with verse unfit,
My speech tongue-tied; my page unwrit,
Yet though I be misunderstood,
Prefer I this to words of wood.
Apr 5, 2019
Apr 5, 2019 at 11:56 PM UTC
I'm much too busy
with my own little dittys
to check on the pretty
wee lights of the city
Mar 29, 2019
Mar 29, 2019 at 8:05 PM UTC
I, am a walking poem queen
in divine form,
living in a kingdom of words.
My cape is interwoven with lyrics.
Crown, adorned with punctuation jewels.
Throne, carved in grand mirage.
At night looking up to stars,
I see a thousand visions
shining with verse.
Strolling gracefully, I do.
Sometimes in rhyme
to launch a ditty.
Other times
inside streams of emotions
to make reader feel.
I blink and words like a waterfall
drift upon page gracefully.
I dance with never ending song,
that pulsates in pivot chamber,
as lyrics play in ears
like a birds song.
And at night fall, when one sleeps,
I shall raise my scepter pen,
to anoint all who ask.
All who request visit from me
to receive spark of creativity,
so they expand heart,
and write, write, write.
Dec 8, 2018
Dec 8, 2018 at 9:06 AM UTC
Of all known tyrannies,
This is the most airy,
Each word from this day forward,
Will be silk coated
More carefully chosen
Whispered from a kingdom up high,
There are many feelings weaker than,
My hand upon yours,
Our eyes meeting,
I cannot wait to hear your heart's music,
And for it to be recognised for what it is,
Your steps will be the music that gives me strength,
With you,
The world has less sharp edges
harsh looks,
Oct 2, 2018
Oct 2, 2018 at 9:06 AM UTC
They'll serve some cookies, serve some tea,
Enough for both of you and me,
Around the times of day and night,
So fresh, so warm, so nice and free.
Chorus:
O take a break at this cafe,
When it is night, when it is day.
Jan 24, 2018
Jan 24, 2018 at 1:20 PM UTC
I do a little ditty, a little ditty-doo,
A finger-snappin'-somethin'
That I dittied just for you.
It may not be an anthem,
A ballad for the times,
It may not be the bestest words
Or have the slickest rhymes.
It won't make sense or flow so well
Or tell a lovely tale,
And if you seek inspiration-
Sad to say, it's sure to fail.
But still I did the little ditty,
Little ditty I did do,
And typed it up for giggles
And put it here for you...
And if you find my ditty
poorly made or lacking class,
Rest assured, this poetic ****
Was pulled straight out of my...
Jun 20, 2017
Jun 20, 2017 at 2:36 AM UTC
Carpe Diem (2)
It is a hot day....but, we're having a brief shower
i sniff the earthy scent carried by the afternoon breeze,
feel it blowing, brushing against my moist skin,
i spot a beetle wandering away from its home,
the Pine tree...it travels... oh...so...slowly...inching
...reaching at last...the...window...sill...
Amongst the leaves of the tall Fortune tree
daddy long legs appears......its fragile body quivers,
as it dangles...going down from its web
to meet its neighbor and beetle friend,
.....and from the window ledge
the two fall down on the bushy flower bed,
like a dual suicide act.
quickly, they vanish... into the thick
of bloomers, yellow, white and pink
The rolling hills landscape on the horizon
breathes peace and calm at this very moment
the valleys...streets......the church and houses
people from all walks of life, going through their chores,
they suddenly enfold my whole being...
there is pulchritude in the faces of the women,
slim, strong, bulky...hips, bouncing, swaying rhythmically...
fair-skinned and dark, short...long haired...all are smiling warmly,
like they have no other cares in this world
signs of fortitude on their faces...obvious, but unuttered.
i, too, feel a lilt deep inside..i beam with a smile,
acknowledging theirs, as they walk past me.
enjoying every bit of God's miracles
that meets my eyes
...a few lines pop in my mind...they become a story...or a ditty
suddenly, words in a joke...from someone who's witty
comes sweet laughter...during moments untethered
hours of heeeeeee, and ha-ha-ha, and shared giggles...
Anything that comes to sight
comes with a smile, so bright
i squint from its brilliance
i bask in its radiance
i refuse to let go of this glowing,
an unknown inner feeling,
outside, it is revealing,
my soul, it is embracing
i claim it:
this moment of bliss
i have finally seized!
Sally
Copyright September 21, 2015
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
Oct 22, 2015
Oct 22, 2015 at 6:59 PM UTC