Roy Batts Poet Free verse

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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Allan Koven August 16, 2013 at 7:57 PM Roy, must have been hard to write this story . It made me sad. Your poem although a exploration of the dark side was an expression well defined poetically. Good work. Allan Roy Batts August 17, 2013 at 5:19 AM Thank you Allan. It was a germ that evolved and grew into what it is. I did not start out knowing how it would end.

Tim Ryerson August 8, 2013 at 5:55 AM I became that little girl who hid from her daddy while reading this...What a poem...Congrats - Tim Roy Batts August 9, 2013 at 7:42 PM Thank you.

Debbie Guzzi August 7, 2013 at 6:38 PM Yes, I'm with Richard we were right there with her [but I would have BIT him!]Congrad's on your win. Light & Love Roy Batts August 9, 2013 at 7:42 PM Thank you.

Richard Lamoureux August 5, 2013 at 7:37 PM This really disturbed me, fantastic job! Thanks for entering my contest. Roy Batts August 5, 2013 at 9:08 PM Thank you. I enjoyed being a part.

Donna Jones August 5, 2013 at 5:17 PM Unfortunately happens all too often....two faces...congratulations on the win and thanks for writing about a difficult subject matter Roy Batts August 5, 2013 at 9:08 PM Thank you.

Skat A August 5, 2013 at 9:49 AM love it Roy- Congratulations!!! ~SKAT~ Roy Batts August 5, 2013 at 9:09 PM Thanks.

Shadow Hamilton August 5, 2013 at 9:49 AM Roy a write full of hurt and grief yet excellent congrats on your win Shadow x smiles Roy Batts August 5, 2013 at 9:08 PM Thank you.

Poet Destroyer A August 5, 2013 at 9:01 AM Roy, it's deep and it cuts..... Congratulations in Richard's "Girl Rising." contest.... always *LINDA Roy Batts August 5, 2013 at 9:09 PM Thank you.

Jenny Brewer July 30, 2013 at 11:47 PM Wow Roy,That hit me hard. One I shall remember for sure. It has made me a little upset, so, great writing. Roy Batts July 31, 2013 at 5:48 AM Thank you for reading. I don't know how to write about such things without making them upsetting.