Batwings Poems - Poems about Batwings

...Unfettered mind in the deepest night, files on batwings to immense new heights. While nestled dreamers immersed in sleep, meet with night things in dreamtime’s keep. Crickets and fr......Read the rest...

...Her hair's so black, the blue is breaking through. Centre-parted with furrow crown to fore, perfectly placed and kept in position as pretty red ribbons bind the bunches. Her face is crazed ......Read the rest...

...I gambled down in Geogia and up in Tennessee I learned the game in Reno way back in eighty three I took a train to Dallas to show 'em how it's done Now I'm sittin' by the highway holdin' out my th......Read the rest...

...The beautiful obsidian butterfly A kachina doll Given to a young native girl, by the eldest women in the tribe, ......Read the rest...

...Our skin when young was soft as a cuddly baby kittens, getting turkey necks and batwings only leads to wisdom, will not ever admit defeat, as I look at my new crows feet, at least we still have s......Read the rest...

...The sun was down when the batwings swung An' Anvil Bob walked in. Bob's name came from the blacksmith trade He's stronger than strong men He was more than mad, he looked fierce, There was blood......Read the rest...

...The Yellow Dog A skinny yellow dog walked 'round Needin' to find some shade The dusty little one street town Was hot as God has made He eyed the flagpole in the square No shadow could he ......Read the rest...

...My wife was a spook ,she lived in a secret little nook She spooked all the old houses of Thomasville Oak Brook She loved to cook crispy batwings ......Read the rest...

...What fools do sing of Karma? Justice meted out like some kind of sick equation as though any thoughts or theorems are constant. I'm sure Pythagoras and Euclid would be very proud of all of us.......Read the rest...

...Oh, my God, the time approaches, digital fever spreads and encroaches upon the mind with batwings of fear, grey and flapping, loud and clear. Tremulous hands clasped on a coffee mug, the worst......Read the rest...

...I am blinded by her image, A lone sainted visitation, Marching on the snow swept steppes, A ghost in isolation. I glimpse a tribal statuette, On white-gold desert plain; A stallion black ......Read the rest...