Short Belfry Poems

rabies ridden bats
batting about my belfry
blind inspiration...

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Mr Paul Revere
Showed no fear
He climbed into the belfry with his light
It must have given the bats a terrible fright...

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Bannon and Bats

Bannon and bats in belfry have been;
They then did it over and over again;
Not self-reliant;
Appeared defiant;
Leave us alone so we can say Amen.

JIm Horn...

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The fleeting comfort of her silence,
rocking his troubles to sleep
All noise has abated, the bats have gone out
—till dawn o’er the belfry to greet

(Dreamsleep: December, 2021)...

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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
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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News Said Trump Was Frantic

Trump is fool who they found to be frantic,
Definately in mode containing much panic;
Sense no grain;
Without brain;
No bells in belfry and empty has been attic.

Jim Horn...

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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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Chicago Bears are Raven mad
But Lions roar that's just too bad
With Rittenhouse free
To shoot you and me
Belfry Bats are cheering for Vlad*


* Vlad the Impaler aka Count Dracula
Kenosha is only 65-miles from Chicago,
the NRA's Shooting Gallery ...

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Ghosts on a trampoline jumping with a zing and a zang.
I watch them parading with a clang, clang, clang.
A grotesque goblin greets a gremlin gang.
Beloved belfry bats bang bells with a bang.
It’s a Halloween picnic for Hecliff the Hang.
A monster who talks us all up in a Tenessee twang....

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Light infracts the cadence of wistful needs
Beneath the belfry where silence never heeds
Lay me down amongst the rose that weeps
For the divinity of dust and breathless gold

Place the twilight of fiction into a vase
Piety protects it with veiled lace
Sequenced in a rainbow face
Diluted.  Complacent.  Dreary.  Bold....

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There’s something magical about an island on a lake
A transient mooring, free to float adrift in space and time
To these small worlds we’re drawn to solitude from deep heart-ache
Where peace rings soft and clear as from a distant belfry chime

Taken from Lake Isle of Dreams
27 May 2019
Arbitrium Divisa Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Gregory Barden...

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He is a devil, the passerby remarked.
The other leered back with insidious frown.
Back to my home I embarked.

Hiking through this once great town.
The accuser and the accused looked alike.
The belfry with disdain looked down.

When I came to the end of my hike,
The image in the mirror was me.
Suddenly I remembered what the faces looked like....

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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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7:15 on a Sunday evening
Sparrows abdicate a sunny throne
Chattering Coyotes scan the field
Church doors are locked
The swirling scent of incense settles
Cold winds whistle ‘round the steeple
A lone bat hangs idle in the belfry
An old woman walks her dog
Stops to admire the majestic locked doors
Wonders why Sunday evening is so different
Than Sunday morning 
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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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Petals in the wind
Gusting through the trees
Landing in the grasses
Mid the flowers and the bees

Petals in the wind
Dancing all around
Flitting through the belfry
Far above the distant ground

Petals in the wind
Petals in my hair
Somersaults and backflips
Filling up the scented air

Petals in the wind
Petals on the sand
Petals shifting, changing
Forming patterns that are grand

January 15, 2013
By Isaiah Zerbst...

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The old lady used to dance “back in the day”.
You are not that old said her tom cat gray.
The other cats agreed and said they would help.
She was so excited, she fed them kibble kelp.

The cats began dancing and were light on their paws.
The ravens in the belfry gave them an ovation with caws.
The old lady thought it was all for her and danced the night away.
Seven cats took a bow, and kept ovations going until the next day....

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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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“Do you hear gratings creak
Upon the cellar bricks?”
…Just autumn winds that wreak
Deceptive, noisy tricks.

“And did you hear the knell
Of bells from long ago?”
…The belfry long since fell
In ruins, this I know.

“Who calls your name aloud
Outside your bolted door?”
…I sleep.  No one’s allowed
To rouse me while I snore.

“Excuse us, please forgive
Our frivolous remarks—
You’ve moments left to live—
Our claws will leave red marks!”...

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In the blink of an owl
I would miss it,
save for the eye - catching moon
to that shooting star, -
as the span of my life
to the age of the earth ;
from cradle to grave
I would miss it -
that soil disturbed for no one,
the bat to the belfry there
is more akin to me,
more than that clock-hand click
on the rotting flesh below;
the cause of all is hidden here
by virtue of what it has to show, -
what the eye - catching moon
has shown me,  I know....

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A devout choir leader from Garriston
insisted that her choir were all Christian.
     In anthem and song
     with harmonies strong
they enhanced the Parish's mission.

                         or

An amorous choir mistress from Garriston
did seduce a bass choirman. They kissed and
     cuddled in the belfry 
     as well as the vestry,
deeply shocking the pious old sacristan!

Another contribution to our collection of local Limericks....

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Bullfrogs in the belfry – get it on.
Butterflies sipping tea – get it on.
Bananas making bread – get it on.
Bubbles beyond belief – get it on.
Bare bottoms bumping blue birds – get it on.

Got on it – hair follicles parading past ferris wheels.
Got on it – hungry appetite hurrying onto subways.
Got on it – helpful hints scurrying onto freight cars
Got on it – hilarious hippos stomping through a zoo.
Got on it – hugs all around for the USA, red, white and blue....

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Love has no better reasons to be
Than those given on first sight,
But even if we cannot foretell
And have to wait the dark night
to be under love’s holding spell;
we better try to not ask him why.
 
Love is where a continual glow
Outshines stars in the horizon.  
When the blowing wind is cold
And the heaven is shyly crimson.
Going out to meet a rose is bold,
the prize is a kiss under a belfry.
 
If I could have another chance
I would ask you the same dance....

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