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As a cat poised to spring on some unsuspecting mice
A gambler blowing on some lucky dice
A race car driver speeding around the turn
A straight right delivered by “The Hitman” Thomas Hearns
An astronaut stepping on the moon
Frank Sinatra making the ladies swoon
A chocolate wrap delivered by Eminem
An archaeologist finding a hidden gem
A hippy taking a psychedelic
A monk watching over a religious relic
These things infiltrate my brain
When I’m wanting you to press the “LIKE”
Again
I’m filled to the brim with sadness
This day is filled with rue
I’ll have to move along now
My Internet bill is overdue
I go away with mixed emotions
It is with you
D. Ditty got his start
Bringing you
Dear Readers
All his poems
Ruminating on things from his heart
I’ll cherish my Facebook days always
My joyride with you all
Has been such a thrill!
Until we meet again
All my Dear Friends
Unless you can pay my bill?
These ends portend
A transcendent
Extended!
Appealing Existenz!
Rhyme ditty filled!
The Drumbeat Marches On
Tell your President
Bought off Politicians
And overzealous Police
We just want the exploitation
of the 99% to cease
This is America
We come to demonstrate
In peace
We are as angels
Whilst you are acting as a beast
We have had enough!
Of your money making sleaze!
We Want Opportunity!
Health Care!
Taxes on the Corporations and the rich!
No more wars for oil slicks!
We Will not Acquiesce!
The Rich Corporations Wall Street and Big Banks
Are enjoying their Feast
While the Drumbeat Marches On!
From Points North West South and East
Everyone and Everything
Was trembling of the Beast
He’d rip you up
Pull out your gourds
And settle in for his Feast
For all the Winter Trails
His Name avails
As the Traveler to meet Least
So with open eyes
And in Great Peril
I must Surmise
I packed my Guns to leave
I went on Safari for my prize
To the Lands that hold the Green Monster
East
Blood chilled cold!
Upon first Sight
Was filled with Fright
But was Astonished
At what I did See
The Green Monster Beast
Fixed his great eyes on me
My first defense was to cry out!
For a Priest
It was then I realized
With great surprise!
It hadn’t any teeth!
Blinding fear!
Had completely left out
This possibility
If yesterday is gone
and tomorrow yet awaits
Then is today just an illusion
In time and space
My mind creates
If all my memories are recalled
From past and different times
Is it me that I am thinking of
Or of someone who occupied my mind
If in the future I have plans to fix
These obstacles that are in my midst
How can I in the here and now
When tomorrow does not yet exist
If now is ever changing
Steadily sweeping
Future into the past
Then is time
Just but an illusion
And I an actor
In it’s cast
The incredible shooting display put on by “Sir” Jack
Teaches a basic tenet of basketball that remains still
You can expand your game from the outside
And considerably broaden your skill
With accuracy you can keep defenders off-guard
You can shake ’em or hit one in their grill
By working the game outside-inside
You can score on any defender at will
Hey Donald, what’s next!
President Barack’s library card?
Ya Big Blowhard!
Reminds me of the little boy
Who shouted in everyone’s ear
Anyone who could hear
That the town’s sheep
Were being preyed upon by a beast
The Boy who cried Wolf
Found none to listen to his story
I’m sure if we could put together a National Jury
Since we cannot put you to the Rack
We’ll take you to the National Forest and let you tell your stories
To the Local Wolfpack
Instead of a little boy
Telling white lies
About the dangers for his sheep
We get the spoiled musings
Of a thrill-seeking billionaire?
Who just comes off
As a National Commander-in-Creep
There once was an old miser from Queens
In the night the old coot kept the burger joints cleaned
He was too taciturnly cheap
To pay for the slip-shod broken zipper
On his worn-out outdated jeans
He devised a spartan plan that was equal to his means
He jerry-rigged the zip-fastener with rope
Then came off to the general public
Looking the ordinary impecunious rope-a-dope
When his craggy-cratered hiney
Was exposed!
As The blue-panted thing-a-ma-jig fell!
To his knees!
The out-of-sorts senior could have never foreseen
His corny demoded affects on the current teen stylistic scene
Blizzards!
My Gizzards!
This Blustering Bloke
Keeps Mustering Mayhems
With Words That He Spoke
Great Snakes!
Eureka!
and Holy Cow! too
Crimey!
Mad grimy
and Gadzooks!
A Tempestuous Toodle-Doo!
Shazam!
Golly Willikers!
With a Pinch of Vamoose!
Scram!
Gosh Damn!
And a Final
Sacre Bleu!
Feelings change
Thoughts evolve
Questions remain
Problems solve
Time leaves one certainty
As it revolves
You’ll be
The One
Who is involved
Feelings change
Thoughts evolve
Questions remain
Problems solve
Time leaves one certainty
As it revolves
You’ll be
The One
Who is involved
Feelings change
Thoughts evolve
Questions remain
Problems solve
Time leaves one certainty
As it revolves
You’ll be
The One
Who is involved
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