Short Bats In The Belfry Poems

Got bats in my belfry and I'm pretty damn proud
There's so many up there they can get pretty loud
Earplugs don't help
Let out a big yelp
As I run around naked creating a big crowd...

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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 yelp
As I run around screaming creating a big crowd...

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Back in the fifties when people had scruples 
The MOST insulting insult ever uttered by humans
Meant your head was empty
Only bats lived in your belfry
Which really meant your mind is poo pooing...

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A flying house! I have never seen such a sight!
This was said from the east, the north, the south and the right.
It’s bats in the belfry! A Halloween expert said as he looked in the sky.
I watched the house swoop almost to my head as it flew on by....

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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 sea and sand, 
sights unseen which ears can hear -
my incessant tongue may set free.  


written July 2016
I promised myself - no quatrains this year
so I broke the rules....

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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 man of the sod.

Pay close attention only to the living God!

That’s what I meant by, “soultry.”

Wish you serenity in God’s  serene country!



                    Merry Christmas
                        Panagioita

                        12/19/2021...

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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, she died long ago

Maybe I meant my brother

People keep on staring

What are you looking at?

I just found my wristwatch

It's time to walk the cat

I keep hearing voices

I hope my head's alright

These bats in the belfry

Won't let me sleep at night...

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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 belfry
Won't leave me alone.

They flit and they flutter,
Make all kinds of noise,
The words they throw out
Just don't seem to rhyme.

Where is my notepad,
Where is my pen,
This thought is so fleeting
It won't last for long.

I'm going to journey
A map work of words,
Hung in my mind 
like a vast universe....

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