When driving the car
approaching a traffic light
it has often been seen
both day and night
what does green mean
here's the plan
for better or worse
drive as fast as you can
then red and amber
if you will
put the foot down
even faster still
and when it turns red
don't dare to dwell
or stop dead
but now go like a bat out of hell
There is an odious gal named Meryl
Go meddling with Meryl at your peril
She bites where it hurts
And calls it her perks
For being an adventurous rebel.
Meryl once bit a fella on the neck
He said “dear, I only asked for a peck”
So peck she then did
And charged fifty quid
He shot off at once and said “I’ve no cheque.”
Meryl ran like a bat out of hell
Used to it Meryl was, one can tell
As there was no way
She’d bite without pay
For she was going through a dry spell.
The world turning vegan and we’ve lost our Meat Loaf
Nothing really rocks and nothing really rolls
music that was worth the cost
A real dead singer we loved
A real dead sinner leave us
And if he’s gotta be dammed
you know he wants to be dammed dancing through the night with you,
And now we won’t do that
Forget dreaming every night of our lives,
No way, I would do anything for loaf,
but he won’t come back
took the words right out of his mouth,
It must have been that COVID 19 weaz
Like a bat out of hell was unwell when the mourners come
Now life is over like a bat out of hell he is gone gone gone
A few lyrics of Meat Load set up this tribute
so saddened by the news in my final salute
[I have no idea if Cilla Black ever made it outside the UK
But suffice is to say that no rock legend would ever beef-
up his image by proclaiming his adulation for the Liverpool
lass. The following is absolutely true regarding a line from
Meatloaf’s ‘Bat Out Of Hell’. To this day I almost always
sing…
‘I’m gonna hit the highway like a battering ram
I’m a Cilla Black fan on bike’]
*
Thank you Meat for your music so fine
Including my favorite mis-heard line
I spent so much time hitting play and rewind
But the actual lyric my ear couldn’t find
I kept hearing you crying out something like
‘I’m a Cilla Black fan on bike’
Eventually I asked my old mate, Mike
Who Said it’s ‘On my silver black phantom bike’
*
[Rest in peace, Meatloaf]
She was possessed or so they imagined what else could it be
only two years old and already she could speak fluent Spanish
though she never heard the language in the household before;
She cried for her mother and when her mother arrived she said
" mommy what is your name " and then the lights in the room
shut down by themselves...
Then came the night when the window frosted in her bedroom
though it was summer and the temperatures were way above
the window frosted with ice and the roomed chilled to below Zero;
When the Priest attempted an exorcism prayer and genuflected,
she gave out a guttural laugh and yelled, " Padre Arrependito "
repent Father, repent, he ran out of the house like a bat out of hell....
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Goosebumps rise upon my arm
Setting off internal alarm
Clammy hands and sweaty face
Holding tight a can of mace.
Spooky moment, shake with fear
Disembodied sound calls me dear
Shadows of doom shift and shape
Like bat out of hell need to escape.
Now door slams so tightly shut
Feel ghostly eyes, afraid to look
Light goes out and footsteps thud
Definitely somethings out for blood.
A dream's a dream I believed
Extremely glad for this reprieve
Yet, Why am I holding a can of mace?
Remnants of nightmare cannot erase.
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He was born in Dallas, Texas as Marvin Lee Aday.
Most of us know him as "Meat Loaf" today.
He became a great actor and recording artist.
His hit records comprise a very long list.
A great career got of the launching pad with "Bat Out of Hell".
His role as Eddie in "The Rocky Horror Picture Show" was swell.
Meat Loaf as a singer and actor has been quite prolific.
Up to today, multitudes of fans consider him terrific.
I thank wikipedia.org for valuable information I obtained to write this poem.
KARENA FROM SARENA
Like a bat out of hell,
In the dark does she dwell.
Thinks she’s La Belle,
But in fact a mere shell,
Her name is Karena,
And she lives in Sarena.
She tells fantasy tales,
About females and males,
Oh my, not the same,
All over again,
For upon my word,
All she says is absurd!
She assumes she is clever,
And to this end will never,
Admit she’s outsmarted,
That is only for the fainthearted
Says she is humble not famous,
Her thoughts quite outrageous!
So if you ever hear of Karena,
Who lives in Sarena,
Steer clear, for your name
Made mud by this dame
She burps and blurbs, insults hurls
A woman whose mind twists and twirls!
Pure Fantasy you say,
Absolutely, all the way!
Last Acorn
the last acorn on earth
was lonely
the old oak trees
were dying
and humanity was gone
killed off by the corona virus
round two
that erupted out of China
like a bat out of hell
killing almost all humans
and without humans
well somethings just did not happen
and the oak trees were abandoned
and he was the last acorn
the last of his species alive
he wept when he realized
that he would die
all alone
Have you ever listened to Rock Me Amadeus on Karaoke
I would rather be a Bat Out Of Hell on my Stairway To Heaven
And that is what they will have to sing when my box gets lowered
Sunk into eternity while the pastor's Guitar Gently Weeps
For Singing In the Rain we can be sure A Hard Rain is going to fall
Pitter patter on the Eve Of Destruction and Smoke On The Water
Overcoming Sounds Of Silence on a miraculous Yellow Brick Road
Funeral For A Friend Knocking On Heaven's Door Born To Be Wild
I wish for a cacophony of voices a true concerto for a Tambourine Man
Honest and truthful recitations of Lucy Jordan when I cross the Styx
Caron shouts Don't Pay The Ferryman for my ultimate Ticket To Ride
A Script For A Jester's Tear has to ooze gracefully and Slip Sliding Away
Dance Me To The End Of Love and don't forget The Famous Blue Raincoat
For it's The End Of The World As We Know it and The Doors know The End
The Song's Over and from now on it will be Radar Love on Telegraph Road
Another One Bites The Dust and I have peace Somewhere Over The Rainbow
23rd December 2019
He came out of nowhere
He did not stop
He did not yield
He did not care
He must of gotten his drivers license from bat out of hell driving school
He drove like a fool
Ran right into me
Right as I was crossing the street
I guess pedestrians do not have the right of way
Not on that day
The day he took my freedom away
He did not even stop
Hit me and dragged me sixty feet
I could have died and bled to death in the street
The Most High worked a lot of miracles that day
I lived, survived and thrived
Broke so many bones but not my spirit
Lost some of my memory but not my zest for life or my will to live
One question that I still have to this day
That kind of bothers me in a way
When my shoes flew off they found one
Did they ever find the other one?
Like a bat out of hell or a cave
Left and Right always rant or else rave
Calm and reason have fled
Abandoned for dead
~ Hysteria's what audiences crave
I want to write a funny poem to wake everyone up
From this Sunday grogginess
Why do you feel so lazy on Sunday?
Because it’s a rest day you fool
Why do you run like a bat out of hell from your job on Friday?
It’s because you’ve been cooped up in there like they own you
Why do you sing when there is no one listening?
Because you are afraid they would really see you in a different light
Ohh such a fool you are
You like to make fun of yourself
But you are too afraid of what people may think
Oh well, what the heck
People already know what a fool you are
So it wouldn’t hurt my friend
Go ahead you have my permission
What hurt can it do?
Except your silly pride
And didn’t the Bible say
“When pride comes, then comes disgrace”? (Proverb 11:2)
See now you have God’s permission, lol
I updated my new cellular phone
With "Bat Out of Hell" as its new ringtone
When it went off at mass
I let out a huge gasp
Then I pummeled my new phone with a stone
Passion Wave
My tongue dares to taste
Craving a cold purified ice storm,
Trapped under a mountain of heat,
Yearning waters to cure this excessive hot weather waste
Prolonged periods that moves like a Slave
Jobless and still my body resides in a frigid lake of sweat
Brave to inhale and exhale the heat of this limbo loom.
Summer time means nothing to the gravity around
The drop of rays are killing me
One to many dry spells-
Worse than a bat out of hell
Can you feel, what I Feel?
At sea in my own body's drought.
Hot spells~ Dry wells!
What happen to cold spell?
**CACTUS TEXAS**
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