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Best Poems Written by Roy Batts

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Paper Clip Soliloquy

Oh Paper Clip, Dear Paper Clip
      let me always sing your praises!

      You keep my pages held tight
      without the violence of stapling
      and yet your grip is so gentle as
      to release a sheet without a blemish.

      When the project in your care concludes
      you go back into the desk desk drawer
      with nary a complaint or a quibble
      and fall back into the stiff routine
      of anticipating the next chance
      to make yourself useful.

      You are so loyal and understanding
      that even when I ask you to be
      a hanger of christmas ornaments
      you immediately bend to the task.

      You don't even mind
      when I straighten you out
      and use you like a toothpick.

      You remain the consummate aide
      through both thick reams and thin.

      You have won my heart
      you little metallic angel
      and if Mother approves
      I have every intention
      of making you an honest binder.

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Afterlife

I have a worthy goal
I pine to be a fossil
on permanent display
in some future museum

All it takes 
is the proper soil
in which to reside
for years and years
of unflinching patience

And then a bit of luck
when a doctoral student
stumbles across my remains
and finds the subject
for her dissertation

Scientist will argue
over what it all means
and I will live on in death
as a smiling toothy enigma

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Perilous

Your touch is
an electric shock
good thing I am not
in a bucket full of water
 
Your kiss is
a roaring flame
my mouth is filled
with flammable liquid
 
Your love is
a shaky ladder
I climb to the top
and invite gravity’s
inevitable seduction
 
 
 
©roysodavid12-11ARR

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Daddy's Girl

Bob. He is passive.
      He is not aggressive
      in any way, shape, or form
      whatsoever
      when out
      in public.

      When he gets home
      all the slights of the day
      coalesce into a critical mass
      and detonate
      vaporizing his
      namesake.

      Little Bobby Junior.
      He doesn't cry anymore.
      He has learned to survive
      stoically
      but Bobby
      is away at
      the hospital.

      My name is Celia,
      I am his little sister,
      and I bawl like a baby
      when I
      am the
      one.

      That is why I am hiding.

      Am I under the bed?
      No Daddy keep searching.
      Look in the closet.
      Ha! Fooled you again.

      Wherever could I be?

      Now, Daddy,
      you shouldn't look downstairs.
      Wait! Daddy,
      don't look in the kitchen.
      NO! DADDY.
      Don't open the Pantry.

      Oh Pooh!
      Daddy found Me.

      Now it is my turn.
      I hide my eyes
      and count.
      the blows

      One, Two, Three, Four
      Please, Daddy, can I
      have some more?

      Five, Six, Seven, Eight
      Watch Daddy, I can
      bear my fate.

      Nine and Ten
      See Daddy
      No tears.
      I WIN!

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Well Reasoned Questions About Nine Eleven

During death by box cutter
      Does it sting like a shaving accident
      Can you clot the bleeding
      With a square of toilet paper?
 
      When the very tip
      Kissed the building
      Was there a flash of
      Regret inside the cockpit?
 
      During vaporization
      I've heard you feel nothing
      Or do you burst into oblivion
      With every cell retching?
 
      Where does your mind wander
      when you're burning alive
      Do you recall a family cookout
      On the fourth of July?
 
      Is smoke inhalation
      A trippy way to go
      Does the burning chemistry
      Give you psychedelic visions?
 
      When you are
      Actively plunging
      For several
      Seconds
      Or more
      Do you recall your first love
      Or occupy the time by recounting
      One Hundred and Ten Stories
      Backwards?
 
      When your support system fails
      Beneath your breakneck stride
      Do you feel betrayed
      Is that a grudge worth keeping?
 
      When extruded through
      Rock hard solids
      Do your dream about
      The Blues Brothers Movie?
 
      When you spend your last days
      Coughing chunks of raw lung
      Are you filled with regret
      For not getting there quicker?
 
      Why won't you answer
      My well reasoned questions
      Are you a willing participant in the
      Conspiracy of Silence?
 
      You Dead are so Indifferent.
 
 
 
      © 2007 roysodavid

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Sacrilege

Me and
my boy Jesus
hanging in the park
walking on the ponds
drinking fermented water
and raising the dead after dark
When the soldiers come
I don't have the heart
to give the kiss
betrayal

So

Me and
my homie
Muhammad
fly out to Mecca
conquer the tribes
and recite revelations
When Allah calls for smiting
I choose not to submit
lay down my arms
I break the fast
with a feast
of hurled
stones

So

Me and
my ***** Buddha
don't even contemplate
religious pursuits
as we sit
quiet

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Regret

Is a dish best served 
as cold leftovers
from a meal
of might
have beens
from back before
you had stormed out
and left me here
dining all
alone

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Chance

Like a gleaming glowing cube
      A square centimeter of chance
      Appears for only a moment.
      You've got to snatch it fast.

      No particle in the Universe
      Will ever be where it is right now
      Let's take advantage of serendipity
      and reach for the same possibility.