Bat Poems - Poems about Bat

...(The song to be sung in the To The Tune Of... Cruella DeVil) Monica Devil, Monica Devil, If she doesn’t scare you, no evil thing will, To see her is to take a sudden chill, Monica, Monica De......Read the rest...

...Let’s go said the crow Not now said the cow But when said the hen Don’t know said the doe Hey look said the rook Big truck said the duck Go peep said the sheep Not me said the bee We’re the......Read the rest...

...To Be sung to Cruella DeVille song Marietta DeVil, cut snip Marietta DeVil, Marietta DeVil She wants nibble of meat, pregnant pulse vile to fill Just an itty bitty bite to kill Marietta, ......Read the rest...

...In these days of austerity It’s getting to be a treat To go out for a few pints And have a bite to eat, So, Please Mr Pub Landlord Grant me just a little wish Bring back the vinegar bottle So ......Read the rest...

...I'm searching for a poetry that’s a hotbed of immense danger, A spell that unleashes deep fear into every soul. I want poetry that shakes the universe of old ideas, Banned in bookstores, sites, an......Read the rest...

...What are ya gonna bring That same ol thing Or that home run swing The crack of the bat To let them know where your at That your not afraid to be all that You think you can be To stand tall an......Read the rest...

...I exist, though my presence feels seldom acknowledged. Fighting replays of tunes to woe is me, my own Ted Talk; that unconscious internal victims speech. At the same time I am holding a safe space in......Read the rest...

...Busy time very frustrating watching my husband and ciro gargano go over the blue prints over and over again during the 1984 elections for lake county Daniel Furlan Bobby Thompson Ernest Fishe......Read the rest...

...(prelude) the buzzing of the evening insects presage evil ! here are black wolves ! here are ghosts and fiends and here are blackest of demons ! and black be the murk ton......Read the rest...

...On being emotionally bankrupt Sentient beings distraught psyche rent asunder courtesy false accusations heated words exchanged like gunfire pox upon the house of Deborah Hunter, a vicious vin......Read the rest...

... For decades, motor cars have driven past in haste, eyes not straying far from the highway to where, set back and obscured by scrub, an abandoned farm is slowly succumbing to rot. I catch ......Read the rest...

... "The Beetlejuice Past Your Eyes" “Well, where would you suggest I commence? Should we begin with the concept of pasteurize?” This said to the earnest listener, who views the prot......Read the rest...

... I melt into the plural sky its rippling tableaus of tomorrow underneath open light waves see-saws the labyrinth like Delphi tendrils crossing channels all the changing faces played automati......Read the rest...

...This poem made me feel powerful and less lonely Gave me permission to drag out my own macabre feelings I found myself flying toward brilliance, enjoying “bat on the wing” In a way, I felt this was......Read the rest...

...I am a brand new baseball. The pitcher waits for the call. He holds me tight, Until the time is right. The pitcher lets me go. Through the air I flow. The bat has a powerful swing, But I end......Read the rest...