Best Bat Out Of Hell Poems
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**
It's a melodrama. Try to picture the drama queen
A bit actress lying on the floor in her final scene
Her lips trembling, tears running down her face
ruining her makeup in a gown of satin and lace
You won't win any Oscars, Honey. Not this time
Take lessons, hon. You can't act worth a dime
She's quick to blame everyone, but not herself
She claims innocence, but she's an imp, an elf
She's been insulted, but that's a falsified claim
Seriously, is she for real, or is warring her game?
No one has called her cruel names, not one of us
She's just a sad soul to have created such a fuss
Some poets are thin-skinned and misunderstand
that comments made are not given as a reprimand
But lo and behold... she sure came out swinging
like a bat out of hell with her accusations slinging
So lady poet, try and get a good grip on your life
No one is out to get you or cause you bitter strife
No one has rattled your cage or crushed your soul
and no one is bullying you with the acts of a troll
Your mean-spirited diatribes should reach an end
Maybe then you'll feel better; able to comprehend
You keep blowing a whistle without a good reason
and you've made yourself a victim of poetic treason
I'm wondering why you think your views are fine
and I should not be allowed to give voice to mine.
I didn't call you ugly names, neither of us did that
so stop clawing at us like some hissy spitting cat
It haunts you like shadows inside your imagination
So let it go and stop the outlandish discrimination
Don't you see that the delusions inside your head
are figments in your mind; things that you dread?
Forty days and forty nights in lock down
Breathless for inhaling my own air ad infinitum
Could be worse if I was left out to dry in the desert
Isolation in my own four walls in solitude
Puffing and panting from the magic scented flacon
Fragrant innocence of lost childhood in terminal decline
Slimming down expectations for a slice on the road to Nirvana
I light sandalwood from a candle of flickering dreams
Perfumed ideation adamantly adheres to waxen resolve
It's only over when the slim lady sung a tune of lifting reprieve
I hope that she has been told when to bow for applause
And that the virus chokes on the curtain of epical demands
Like a bat out of hell I run round in circles along my four walls
Loose count of repetitions as I pace an eclipse of boredom
Enact biblical scenes with a teddy bear and ragged dolls
Lego figures dance a concert of doom with swift ballerinas
Trinkets on the mantlepiece rejoice in prominent position
Count their blessings and have their day in the lime light
Super powers of alien invasion penetrate my face mask
Order my persona to reveal resilience and count down
The apocalypse for when the gloves are off and insanity ends
03rd April 2020
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?
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
An idiom for you
An idiom for me
It’s just an expression,
a message, you see.
Silence is golden.
Trouble comes in three.
Each to his own taste.
The powers that be.
A rock and a hard place.
Bat out of Hell.
A pig in the poke.
The day will tell.
Pedal to the metal.
Pie in the sky.
Over the top.
Apple of my eye.
Pictures paint a thousand words.
They are dropping like flies.
Put your thinking cap on.
Pull the wool over his eyes
Now, I have shed
some knowledge here for all.
Go learn some more idioms and
have yourself a ball!
Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of P.S.
Linda Marie is a very nice and special BBF.
She gives us all her cheers and still has some left
She offers support, even when she is mad or sad.
She offers us hope, when things for us are bad
She welcomes everyone she can from the start
Giving you her warm smile like a true SWEETHEART
Never does she show us the meaning of negative
Writes about God and all the warmth he can give
Now that she has a new life with her husband
I prey for her happiness that comes with her wedding band
Reading our poetry without blindness
Leaving nice and sincere comments from her kindness
She has a gorgeous and delightful spirit, like a beautiful swan
Never forgets us when we are not logged on
Just a fair warning about this bomb shell
She really is nice but still a bat out of hell
Wishing her the very best
her comments simply are not like he rest
Linda Marie you are such a dear
Always in the center of our sphere
Your charms connect when it comes to dots
Your brightness exceeds over 100 watts
To the one poetess who made me part of her bbf group
Our...........Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of Poetry Soup
-SKAT'S contest
Inside My Head, My Muse Too Often Rages
Muse, please stop that raking inside my old head
and those stomping feet keep me awake too late.
I love other nights and your words I am often fed
even the scary ones about my coming tragic fate.
Know that this is not a raging and silly complaint
there is far more to me than madness and glue.
Yet too often your words, good words, they ain't
Set me to curse some of the wicked things you do!
How about that night you twisted my deepest love
added in words about my secret lustful thought.
Then the time you cried out, kill that damn dove!
Yes, tis' true my heart and soul you have bought.
And why can not I write one without your blather
are not my own brain birthed words fine and great.
No thanks, kiss you send is rejected, for I'd rather
you took long vacations and did not keep me up late!
Before you fly FAR away mad as a bat out of Hell
please help me with that dark poem, I am stuck.
Did I mention that I truly think you are so swell
No my friend, I'll not lay down in front of a truck!
Yes, you did toss into this write some sharp words
a strong positive you sometimes so generously add.
No, my aching head tis not full of old and lazy birds
I command that you now be sweeter and not so bad!
Hear me again, stop chattering and you just listen.
I want big stars, deeper love and words that glisten!
Muse, please stop that raking inside my old head
and those stomping feet keep me awake too late.
I love other nights and your words I am often fed
even the scary ones about my coming tragic fate.
Robert J. Lindley, 09-10-2015
Sponsor Name-- Broken Wings
Contest Name --Trashed #2
What to Submit?
Any poem entered in a contest in the month of SEPTEMBER that did not place. Please remove all other contest information from the poem.
Requirements:
Poem must have been for a contest judged in September (yes, I check)
Date written and posted
Your name
This contest noted , example, Trashed #2, sponsor, Broken Wings
No Honorable Mentions, although painful that is a placement
No poems entered in any of my previous contest (yes I have a list)
No poems written in - I Do No Know, that is not a form
No poems sexually explicit
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
Spooky the tuff Little Ghost liked to BOO,
Knew he was scarier than scary that’s true,
Enjoyed scaring people out of their wits,
Often did he do this, used to go on a blitz
Letting them think he was a bat out of hell,
Oh, come on, that’s why his comics sold so well.
Wore his black little doiby hat, looked so debonair,
His freckles gave him a look of attitude and flair.
Being from Brooklyn his accent was dissimilar,
So, his Derby hat he pronounced doiby,
And his girlfriend Pearl he called Poil.
But Spooky wasn’t all that bad like, ‘The Ghostly trio,’
He was a bit cocky though and did have an ego.
Poil pleaded with him not to scare
People, she had vivid red hair
And in it wore a black bow ooh la, la
She was pretty, other ghosts flirted with her, aha.
As for Casper the Friendly Ghost, he and
Spooky were cousins, Spooky constantly teased
His cousin that he was Mr nice guy to everyone
But Casper enjoyed making friends, a whole ton.
He was visible to humans but for them was still a ghost.
Casper leaves his uncles the ghostly trio who were morose,
And the cute ghost-child goes out into the world
To find friends, but be it animal or human he meets,
They all scream A GHOST, and run away, Casper
Was distraught and tried to commit suicide, not realizing
He was already dead, then quite amazingly,
Meets two children who take him to their mum,
Who reacts with fear, but then welcomes him to their home.
Mom sends the three to school with a kiss the next day,
Casper was as happy as a lark, and what more can I say,
He now looks like his friends, dressed and clothed
Like a human child – Casper this personable
Ghost was ecstatic,
His translucence accepted and no longer feared,
Casper to the whole world has become a cartoon
Character so endeared.
Information from internet Harvey Comics Database Wiki
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.
A Flock of Seagulls, singing, wishing ( If I Had A Photograph Of You )
Blondie, reply with "Union City Blue"
City Boy, ringing 5.7.0.5.
Deep Purple, rocking with "Smoke On The Water Live"
Eagles, living " Life In The Fast Lane"
Foreigner, playing the instrumental "Tramontane"
Gerry Rafferty, walking down "Baker Street"
Heart, are just "Crazy On You" rocking sweet
Inxs, with their "Afterglow"
Journey's, " Don't Stop Believin'" under the Bay Bridge flows
Kansas, singing "Carry On Wayward Son"
Lynyrd Skynyrd's, "Red White And Blue" the patriotic one
Meat Loafs, iconic "Bat Out Of Hell"
Nazareth, toured on their "My White Bicycle"
OMD, with "Enola Gay"
Porcupine Tree, with "Trains" let your air guitar say
Queen, with my favourite "From Father To Son"
Rush, and the "Manhattan Project" that blanked out the sun
Styx's, "Blue Collar Man" one of the best that I have heard
Thin Lizzy, top it with "Don't Believe A Word"
UFO rock with "Doctor Doctor" please
Van Halen's "Eruption" Eddie plays with passionate ease
Wishbone Ash, with their "Blowing Free"
XTC, playing Nigel's XTC
Yes, campaigning "Don't Kill The Whale"
ZZ Top, and "Legs" those legs I'd love to scale
Most of my poetry is written to Music, these are some sounds i listened too, to write this ABC
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/music-2.php
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
Remember when "Suzie" wore her dresses tight
When Elton John was Singin' 'bout "Saturday night"
Singin' bout the rocket man and his old blue jeans
While Arlo Guthrie sung a song 'bout a train down in New Orleans
Remember Led Zeppelin when they first came out
The Beatles were Singin' songs that would make you "Twist-N-Shout"
Pink Floyd was Singin' "Money"- wasn't off the "Wall"
But "Mandy" hit the top charts...if I do recall
Talkin' 'bout the era 'round nineteen seventy-five
Right before the disco music came alive
I don't know 'bout you, but I still like my Rock-N-Roll
Jerry G. and Johnny Cash and Billy Joel
Bruce Springsteen's got my number when I'm "Out On The Streets"
Rolling Stones- "Painted Black"...has some really cool beats
Elvis Presley was an influence ...he is said to be the "King"
But Charlie Daniel's "That Devil" Well, he sure could sing
Meatloaf came about like a "Bat Out Of Hell"
Neil Diamond sung "Sweet Caroline" and he sang it well
The Doors sung a song 'bout "The Soft Parade"
David Bowie's "Space Oddity" really made the grade
Eric Clapton picking on his lead guitar
People say Jeff Beck was the best guitarist...by far
So many great guitarist's it's so hard for me to to choose
Johnny Winter and Muddy Waters sure can play those blues
Remembering all the music from the good old days
Jimi Hendricks Sang a song 'bout some kind of "Purple Haze"
Jethro Tull was Singin' songs 'bout a "Locomotive Breathe"
And Elton sung a song about "Diana's" death
Bob Seger sang a song..."That good ole...Rock-N-Roll"
Gotta love that music, that just soothes my soul
Remembering all the music from my younger years
So many great musicians- brings my soul to tears
You asked us not to cry when you have passed on
But we do not need handkerchiefs we need storm water drains
May the flash floods of tears irrigate your memory and wishes
To dance on your grave and be happy was your final request
When the funeral director has gone home to his family
We will respect your rebellion and turn over the soil
‘I expect you to wear happy clothes tie dye home-made batik
Hippie gowns and torn jeans covered in ink with messages
Not for the dead but for the living who gather in full colours’
As we write our final farewells onto the cardboard box
You designed for your coffin with crayons finger paint and
The mud of the earth you smile contagiously from inside
‘One flower only per person but you must bring worms
A few butterflies a handful of moths and a couple of rodents
Crack open the container that holds my remains for I must breathe’
It is midnight and a full moon invites kind witches and spells
Of Karma on broom sticks and a bonfire of faithful disbelief
Fireworks are in order because Tom likes to go out with a bang
We sing Hallelujahs ‘Bat out of Hell’ and ‘Stairway to Heaven’
‘Born to be Wild’ ‘Wish you were Here’ ‘Bridge over troubled waters’
Remember that voices aren't mute when they’re encouraged to speak
Sandalwood incense mixes with smell of roasted chestnuts and
Fig jam to honour the Buddha and pink lemonade for chakras
To caress emotional reason as we hand over your torch
‘Adults must play with Lego please’ you decreed ‘Life is a building’
‘Find me a unicorn and fix stick on tattoos of impermanent shine’
‘Adorn you skin with jester’s wisdom and henna or heart blood’
Now that we bid good fortune to the future we will light paper lanterns
Watch the wax melt slowly and the sun to rise for your final departure
We know that you will turn to compost but will watch over our lives
23rd June 2019