Best Bats In The Belfry Poems

Like the hordes of bats which surround
the belfry of our old clock tower
wild images scurry around
pressing my mind without referee.

When the moon and stars appear,
illuminating...

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have you seen nothing and head the sound
did your mind do an illusory prank?  
have you felt a touch from no one around
have you...

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Got bats in my belfry and I'm pretty damn proud
There's so many up there they can get pretty loud
Ear plugs don't help
Let out a big...

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Peek, if you dare…inside my Palace of CREATIVITY
Observe my drafty walls, and rhyming dungeons           ...

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I have to ask the question of old, how did the trolls move west?
How did they sneak across the ocean, and to the old Midwest?
How...

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When All Hallows' Eve's curse, cast its spell, on that night,
    As the choristers sung, all in tune, church bells rung,
 ...

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When Pigs Fly
by Michael R. Burch

On the Trail of Tears,
my Cherokee brothers,
why hang your heads?
Why shame your mothers?
Laugh wildly instead!
We will soon be dead.

When we...

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When the cows come home to roost,
	or the crows are grazing grass,
It’s time I wrote a rhyme,
	until yesterday returns to pass!
If bats in the belfry...

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I didn't sleep again

It's boring me to tears

I think I'm getting better

I've felt this way for years

I don't need a doctor

Have you met my mother?

Oh,...

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Ok so I decided, to try another quiz,
And see if you can guess, what the answer is.
It will be an easy one I promise maybe,...

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more often than not, a knightly surge
     combs a pawn me,
     especially after the stroke of midnight,...

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Poems about Poets VII

Gallant Knight
by Michael R. Burch

for Alfred Dorn and Anita Dorn

Till you rest with your beautiful Anita,
rouse yourself, Poet; rouse and write.
The world...

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I'd rather write poems
Than clean up my house,
The dust in the corners
Is two inches thick.

The counters are cluttered
The bed is a mess,
The bats in the...

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Witches and warlocks marching their truth
Pouring discarded spells on poor Sister Ruth
Laughing as they dance and run on her head.
Showing her what will happen when...

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Better we look to our souls, than focus 
on our feckless country.

If not, it is like having bats in your belfry.

There is zero comfort in...

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