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Bat's Poems
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The Moon and Me
The moon peeped out from under a cloud,
on his cold white face, he wore a worried frown,
sorry he seemed to be trying to say,
cant help, must be on my way,
then gently, he slipped out of my sight,
leaving me to wait on this cold anxious night,
waiting, and waiting for days morning light
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Train Journey
She sat'
waited
landscapes swept by
she searched
but it was left behind
somewhere.
pictures flashed
urgently.
Moving patterns across a screen,
She thought
Waiting for words to appear
from somewhere.
And probed
blank,
It would be sent on
confused
she analysed the faces
back there.
The mouths moved,
and eyes squinted in the light
then disintergrated
slowly.
Colours flashed,
slowed,
shapes formed and stopped.
they entered, taking up their places neatly.
Thought slid unlocked. blank eyes focused
in space,
drifiting thier minds through shades
and time.
Their reflections faded.
And filed thoughts filtered through metal beasts
and vapourised waves flowed homeless.
E mail Bat at Batikappliq@aol.com
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