Best Blind As A Bat Poems
Pinocchio found a girl
She put his heart in a whirl
He met her near a wishing well
His love of her he must tell
The trouble was she wasn't real
He could relate to her ordeal
She was carved, as was he
He blurted "Wood you marry me?"
But deaf and mute, blind as a bat
She answered not, and that was that
My auntie her first name is Beryl
Put other road users in peril
She mounted the sidewalk
The pedestrians squawk
and report her to Sherriff Merrill
The Sherriff puts her under arrest
as Beryl says she tried her best
But before Beryl kills
With her dire driving skills
He insisted she retakes her test
The examiner discovered that
Aunt Beryl is as blind as a bat
So it made perfect sense
To decline her licence
I’m as pleased as a Cheshire cat!
08/10/21
There is a certain sad quality
To the overwhelming sensitivity
With which offers much reality
Of course then subsequently
Causing hurt feelings with cruelty
Emitting out such animousity
Against a soul with such frailty
Will cause a certain casualty
With winners left behind spiritually
Cold as a stone internally
And blind as a bat visually
While the fragile soul will soar endlessly
Far, far away from all the negativity
down under
down a country road
road to success
road to nowhere
nowhere to hide
nowhere to run
run away from home
run a race
race horses
race to win
win the lottery
win a trip
trip to Australia
trip of a lifetime
lifetime warranty
lifetime of dreams
dreams have meanings
dreams come true
true or false
true love
love one another
love is blind
blind as a bat
blind date
date with destiny
date of birth
birth of a baby
birth of a vision
vision of loveliness
vision for the future
future of our children
future plans
plans for adventure
plans for people
people pleasers
people who care
care about others
care for the sick
sick in the head
sick and tired
tired of running
tired of trouble
trouble sleeping
trouble may come
come and see
come right now
now or never
now is the time
never
time
8/11/15
For Debbie Guzzi's "Down Under" contest
As blind as a bat,
as brave as a lion,
and stupid as a goat.
As busy as a bee,
as fat as a pig,
and happy as a king.
As strong as a lion,
as heavy as a load,
and rude as fool.
As black as coal,
as cold as ice,
and white as snow.
As hot as fire,
as green as grass,
and sweetly as juice.
All in all,
makes one thing,
common in life.
Smut old tom cat
Blind as a bat
incontinent as a baby
Casanova, maybe?
Gentle smooth lover
Naps over and over!
On some English grass
On a piece of land forever England
Warriors of the realm
Take holy orders, on their Fathers grave
To defend the honour of their local pub
For this is the noble art of Sunday league Football
The crowds bay for blood
Shouts of foul and blind as a bat
The decision absurd
The referee a drunkard
Shouts of bar steward,
And your mothers questionable character
Cleaned up for posterity
The game goes on
Frank, the winger another yellow card
Another fine, I fear he will be barred
Groans for Bill a night watchman by trade
I think he’s a blade (Sheffield United supporter)
But not a very good keeper I’m afraid
Then there’s the striker
Super king Jack, 40 a day and a cough to match
Will need a penalty to score in this match
What about ken, a beer belly full back,
Rarely runs for fear of a heart attack
And slugger the centre half
Likes to break legs,
And still the only guy to sup a half a keg
Smooth talking tommy pulls birds on the six yard line
Greased black hair, and knobbly knees to match
Still Skill is not this team’s forte, for we are Britain’s
Taking part is our religion
Lost another game two nil
But won three two at fighting, brill
Bottom of the league
Fines galore
First Aid in the pub
A good drink after
Enemies in the field, but forever friends in laughter.
That’s Sunday football league
Home to the wife
And Sunday dinner, roast beef and Yorkshire pud
Another bottle of bud
Feet up, settee calls
Dreams of Wembley, and Sheffield Wednesday
Not a bad life for this Yorkshire clan
Here in Sheffield where football began.
She blocks out the sun it's as plain as that
A total eclipse with infinite fat
The darkness comes at noon
That's when we see her moon
Her mom has made me as blind as a bat
You claim I am equal to you, and you to me
Are you blind as a bat? Can't you see?
You're a man from your head to your toe
I'm a girl, now a woman, from the very get-go
A man's muscles ripple under your clothes
Even you suspect what every sane person knows
It will never be fair, just because you think you're female
that we non-trans women athletes are left to fail
I've got butterflies in my stomach,
A frog in my throat,
Cat's got my tongue,
And someone's got my goat.
I'm as sly as a fox,
But as blind as a bat.
I'm as silly as a goose.
Now what do you think of that?
Mother to me is only a name
someone who allows the dirty game
Silence is golden-a mothers rule
Then mother sends you off to school
A mother has eyes in the back of her head
So when facing her child- cannot see she is dead
At night time a mother plants kisses on chin
then sends you to the lions den
Mother to me- is only a word
her man is but a dirty bird
A mother goes shopping and shopping and shopping
while dirty birds hopping and hopping and hopping
A mother looks through me
she sees only her man
she cannot smell the daughter
fear comes in a can
what good is a mother who has not a nose
a mother is good while shes washing the clothes
A mother looks through me and passes up fear
she's never around and she can't even hear
She's always around and she's blind as a bat
Daddy sings songs about mommas fat
a mother sits crying-not making a sound
sits eating in kitchen-gets rounder than round
she's she deaf, dumb and blind
and no matter how tall
a mother to me
is no mother at all
Daddies songs to mama
( i don't want her - you can have her-she's too fat for me)
( fatty margaret -two by four- couldn't fit through the kitchen door)
(be she live or be she dead-when she's around you better hide the bread)
Machine guns spit fire on an urban slum,
and voices cry out in an unknown tongue.
Grenade launch –
“Take cover!”
“Get down!”
As blind as a bat, this Baghdad night.
A child’s scream, from the blackness,
gnaws at my ear,
and a table was set –
four candles on a birthday cake –
a camera freezes the moment.
“Wake up soldier!”
“This is what we were made for!”
“Don’t you go to sleep on us now!”
Machine guns spit fire on an urban slum,
and darkness disguises the hostiles,
and a child screams again,
and again ….
And again!
Chocolate paints her pink cheek brown.
“In coming!”
Baghdad bright with fireflies.
“Let’s bring the heat to these camel jockeys!”
The merry-go-round spins my head in a daze ….
So beautiful, her eyes like her grandmother’s gaze.
“Wake up soldier!”
“Stay focus son”
I wake up to see Baghdad ablaze.
Mommy and Daddy were having difficult times..
Arguing constantly,
cursing that ringed at my small tiny ears.
I was only 6 years old when he came home
having a little too much to drink.
I stood there staring at the intoxicated man,
that I once called daddy..
His dead eyes burned into my head,
my body shakes as he stumbles through the hall.
Mommy tells me to run upstairs,
“What’s goin on mama” I cried
“Go NOW!” she croaked
as her eyes stared at me with scarce.
My brother drags me by the arm upstairs.
I hurdle into a small ball with tears poking their way down my small delicate face,
crying my heart out as if it was shattered into tiny little pieces.
I was just a little girl than,
Innocent & Confused..
Police sirens blare from the front lawn.
I shuffle towards the cold window
peeking to see the drunken,
so called father of mine.
speeding off,
he was gone in a flash..
But not forever,
He came waltzing back into my life
as if he hadn't hurt a fly.
He left for about a year..
The memories we shared,
they’re grey and lost behind the pain which engulfs my brain.
But even today,
at the age of 13 years old
I wasn’t blind as a bat,
I knew his ‘I’m such a good father card’
was as fake as his smile.
Which just pestered me,
Because of him I was left drowning in a pool of depression,
I only survived because of having the strength of my mom and brother to pull myself up.
I will never forget that night
That night he bailed,
leaving my small suffering family heart broken.
Yes, hes my father..
But no longer is he known as daddy,
I’m never going to be daddy’s little girl again..
The pain stabbed me in the heart like a knife,
still leaving scars behind
which leaves me to believe,
I can’t forgive nor forget..
That drunken man.
"The MAN With The Healing Hand"
"Faith Is The Substance Of Evidence Unseen!"
The first time I heard that I thought "What does that really mean?"
My understanding of that now is better, for I do understand,
"Faith and Trust" in "This MAN With The Healing Hand!"
HIS name was Jesus and He existed long ago!
Actually, He's still here! This I really do know!
Now, how do I know this, I'm living proof, you see!
"This MAN With The Healing Hand"
has healed and loved a wretch like me!
My direction, at one time, was heading the wrong way!
I was the cause of no "Light" being in my day!
Walking 'blind as a bat", a man full of glitches,
I kept stumbling and falling head first into ditches!
One day after a stumble, while in a life pit I sit,
I turned my gaze upward and cried out,
"LORD!...Is This IT???"
"Will I ever know Peace and walk with true sight?...
or will stumbling and falling into pits be my life's plight?"
I opened a book called
the "B-asic I-nstructions B-efore L-eaving E-arth!"
I started reading the "Words in Red" thinking, "Now, what is this really worth?"
A scripture caught my eye that I do believe I was meant to see!
It said "Take My Yoke Upon You......And Learn Of Me!"
"For I Am Meek And Lowly In Heart And Ye Shall Find Peace For Your Soul!"
I thought "This MAN wants to help me......get up out of this hole!"
His very next words stopped my blindness and then gave me new sight,
He said "For My Yoke Is Easy......And My Burden Is Light!"
The next thing I knew I arose and stood and the dark started turning to "Light!"
I shouted "Hey! Now this is good! I can feel this MAN's Power and Might!"
A "Hand" reached out and grasped my hand and then did help me up!
I knew then that "Forevermore" I would drink from this "MAN's" cup!
There's a simple phrase that He says! He says "Come, Follow Me!"
Now that I have, I now know the "Truth" and that "Truth" has set me free!
Yes, "Faith Is The Substance Of Evidence Unseen!"
I do now know exactly what that phrase does mean!
My understanding of that now is much better, for I "DO" understand,
I have absolute "Faith and Trust" in "This MAN With The Healing Hand!"
She’s as pretty as a picture
And as quiet as a mouse.
He’s as blind as a bat
And as fat as a house.
She’s as stubborn as a mule
And as sly as a fox.
He’s as wise as an owl
And as strong as an ox.
She’s as skinny as a toothpick
And as slow as a snail.
He’s as sharp as a tack
And as large as a whale.
I could keep this up forever
But you know what they say:
Nothing ruins someone’s writing
Like an overused cliché!