Long Bats Poems
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Together! The moon in the skies,
And stars twinkling from behind.
They're the eyes of the owl looking wise,
In the daylight, which were blind.
Bats hanging out there on the tree limbs,
Seeing the beautiful night upside down.
Hidden insects tune you as melodious hymns,
Spreading their vibes in the town.
How the full moon shies and blush!
And nature covers it with the clouds.
Shooting star always in the rush,
Fallen there! Where there is less crowd.
The river waves alike crystals flows!
It's due to the white shade of the moon.
Diamond dust there falls on the snows,
And wintery long nights still end soon.
two witches with their shiny pointed hats
having a tea party with their brazen cats
long came sixteen red-eyed vampire bats
looking for their Mom, Madame Bat o’Slats
those witches did not stop their amazing chats
they waved them on, past Rocky Mountain Flats.
were those witches? Asked biggest of vampire bats.
guess so, agreed his cousin, McGregory Grats.
who else would be on straw brooms while having chats?
asked one of the bat’s pet, a precocious rat named Brats.
two of the bats went back to the witches in the shiny hats.
excuse me, are you witches, ladies? Asked those forward bats.
cackling of the witches was heard all the way to the Flats.
it was hilarious to be asked this by vampire bats.
funny because one of the bats had a rat, with a hair in mats.
they were tickled to bits, these witches, by these forward bats.
I just met a woman with an aura so positive.
We only talked briefly, but she made me smile.
It’s a random meeting like this for which we should all live.
Those are the ones that stay with us for a long, long while.
We’d all like to think that we have a role to play,
But it’s finding that role that can make us wander.
We’d all like to hope that at the end of the day
We gave something back for others to ponder.
This woman whose name is Beth has done just that.
She has left her mark for many others to see.
If you’re at Kartchner Caverns, look up to see her bats.
And in Maui, her barnacles are by the sea.
Tables groaned with the weight of food
What a sight to behold, slimy eyeballs
floating around in green lizard soup
Skewered brains covered with dragons
blood and snakes venom sprinkled over
frogs legs strung on pigs intestines
Bats wings that are still flapping
rest on top of a cake full of treats of
bird feathers and vampire toe nails
The colourfully hideous group of guests
set upon it with the greatest of glee
this would sustain them until next year
Now done with feasting they party on
no need to fear until they are done
the children unawares do trick or treat
Come the strike of midnight all changes
now they set out looking for souls to steal
fools abroad now become prey to be hunted
Many vanish this hallowed night their fate unknown
so folks if you are partying this Hallow's eve
be sure to be home before the witching hour strikes
#5: The Morning After
Shifting affects all their pulled souls; constant,
seized stares engage dawning crystals; bred views.
Child-like cherubs guide giggling stars; enchant,
Pegasus prepped and harnessed; controlled crews,
sprawled winged bats whorl descends barricaded,
midnight submerged shades Admiral cool blues.
Swamp aroused, croaks, leaps, buzzes, and waded,
Luna merged descension, picturesque views,
a deserved tired town, abandoned lagoon,
cows standing in their beds as the grass grows,
a milkman's leaving whistles a suite tune,
farm life kickers, kitchens light flicker glows.
Cherubs hook up the small wagon and hold,
as Sol draws the reigns; Chariot of Gold.
In The Urban Open Space 1
I was standing in the middle of urban open space...... The place was lonely as I couldn't see any similar creature like me.... I started staring at the towers of residential apartments. Few blocks dark, few were glowing.... But I couldn't see any bods.... I started gazing at the blue sky and the orange incandescents, the only fixed and glittering star, the vivid moon, the trees stood firm holding their ground, the blinking red light on the towers.... I was gazing at the moon and it's aura.... The bats were flying high....I was listening the creeping sounds... The sound of automotives .... Though they were moving far away but still their produced noise was conquering every obstacle..... and the sound of silence and the sound from with in which, wanna out burst in to cry.....
In the late evening, in the dark I wasn't able to distinguish if these are trees or just the dark Shadows....I started asking questions, lips were constant and the voice from with in mumbling, to these trees as if they all are there stood constant and listening to me.... I was asking them " why are you standing fixed, are you happy, are you listening me, why are you not scared, do you scream, or you are as silent as I'm right now here..... Silent but talking.... Do you love.... Do you fight.... Do you care what I'm asking all about..... Blunder thoughts out broken.....
Then I felt that quiet environment..... Only my thoughts were resounding every where.... I went closer to these trees and the near by bushes.... Though lit by the bright moon but it's only the darkness which was prevailing.... I saw the the blinking light in that darkness like the LEDs blinking.... AHH! The firefly!!! It has it's own light.... It was there as if it was trying to show me something inside that darkness.... Alas! one more!.... One more!... They are appearing all sudden, one by one, as if they do read me and understand me that I'm still not able to see there.... What did they want me to see.... Are they trying to guide me?????
.... Read part two
~Ashok Kumar Mishra
I'm sitting by the river in the centre of Inverness
In a place we call the islands, beauty in capture finesse
It's late into the evening as I listen to the cold grey flow
So soothing in this tranquil setting, inside I'm all aglow
I take this time to pause and close my eyes and listen
For in my mind I picture the full moons rivered glisten
This winter coat instrumental resonates with echoing sounds
Pipistrelle bats and Starlings flock, the latter in roosting surround
Whilst in the distance canines bark in a language we can't even comprehend
The picking up of natures delights, in unlimited voiced transcend
As I sit through these melodic notes I begin to realise
That I am here to hear these sounds and every ones a prize
I'm still sitting by the river in the centre of Inverness
If you ever desire to sit beside me, please do, you'll be my guest
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Destroying liberty
takes away all self respecting good
Indoctrinating children into false beliefs
positions of power overturning values
Removing the way of the cross
from teachings underhanded acts
displayed against peace creates division
Replacing it with false doctrine
Shame I say on our state bodies
Unholy are the ways of pride
blind bats of envy filled with greed kills soul's
With your riches obtained by lies and deception
hidden by corrupt lawmakers the truth reveals
secrets a dark side yet to be addressed and policed
Heritics against the temple of our Lord's words
all the virtues of heaven are being removed
slowly as morals are the twisted visions
against a familie's respect and true guardianship
views on rearing has now come with a controlled status tag
Spear of destiny
I will kneel to serve you only
I pray for the white horsemen to come back
and cleanse this world of its sickness
that plagues our future generations
through ugliness lust holds position over truth
5/16/17
Don't get too attached
I'm just speaking the facts
With these raps
After a brief lapse
Hitting the gas
Above asphalt and pavements riddled with cracks
Near and far from terrain scorched recently, still full of ash
In and out of areas with a raise in tax
Kicking back, just trying to relax and bask
Which was easily done with wax
And or hash
Wearing a hockey mask
Among the grass
I'll lay you out flat
Like a piece of glass
Or take you out with the trash
In a flash
You'll feel my wrath
When I swing my axe like an experienced lumberjack
Then hack and slash
You in half
You'll be left out among the plants
Below different kinds of bats
Where you will become food for rats
Gnats and whatever else wants a snack
But I won't take your cash
It all just can't last
Eventually it will come to pass
Keeping to the path
Moving among the pitch black
Yet still on track
It may turn into a bloodbath
When we clash
Who exactly knows the aftermath
Nah, I don't believe in any Zodiac
That to me is whack
But to each their own, follow through with any knack
Instead of starting to lack
By: Dalton Ogletree
When it is time to come out of lockdown.
Some will be looking for a showdown,
Others will only want the lowdown.
Some will not fit though their doors,
Others will need something to hold up their draws.
Some will come out widows,
Others will have only just sneaked back through windows.
Some will be looking for a joint,
Others will no longer see the point.
Some will be in search of tasty desserts,
Others will get their just desserts.
Some will be mad,
Others will be glad.
Some will have learned to walk,
Others will not want to talk.
Some will feel rich,
Others will think life is a ?
Some will look you up,
Others will remain stuck up.
Some will be kind,
Others out of their mind.
Some will be well read,
Others will be out of bread.
Some will have papered over the cracks,
Others will have not taken off their Mack's.
Some will be allergic to sunlight,
Others will have seen the light.
Some will have beaten the blues,
Others will have run out of clues.
Some will suffer from bed sores,
Others will be heading for distant shores.
Some will look to blame,
Others will have had enough of that game.
Some will come out cooks,
Others will only have their good looks.
Some will be putting out welcome mats,
Others will be still holding bats.
Some will bemoan the cost,
Others happy to see a frost.
Some will have learned to tie knots,
Others will come out in cots.
Some will play fair,
Others will have no hair.
Some will have learned their lesson,
Others will be heading to prison.
Some will get mail,
Others will be in need of bail.
Those coming out of lockdown will have quite a thirst,
If we don't see their feet first.
Those coming out of lockdown alive,
Without exception, will never forget those who supplied honey
to those trapped inside a hive.
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