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Roger Batt Poem
Tide swallowed our silver song oceans ago
on barefoot sand...
I walk...
the surf washing away the trails
I leave behind
Copyright © Roger Batt | Year Posted 2025
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Stop ! Stop !
Relinquish me from
Your relentless nonsense
That keeps me drowning
In your ocean of confusion
You're fast, furious pace
Makes me feel lost in a crowd
Your phony front fools no one
yet somehow you manage
At least so far you have
But someday you will annihilate yourself
That's why I think
I'll get off here
Copyright © Roger Batt | Year Posted 2025
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Often thought
Never heard
Elusive things
Unspoken words
in mind we know
what truths prevail
our lips to tell
deceptive tails
I love you once
I love you twice
And to another
I love you thrice
And if per chance
Those words unveil
A broken heart
Lies in its trail
Copyright © Roger Batt | Year Posted 2025
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Our old house has died
I know...I passed by yesterday
my snow angel yard
now crystal-balled and bird-bathed
the English ivy that held together the red brick walls
hacked down by some psychotic landscaper
I wonder who is living in my room ?
shall I dare enter the door by the yellow plaid kitchen ?
does the callbox still ring in the pantry ?
are there servants now who beckon to its call ?
the curtains are all closed
how dark it must be inside
the cracked pane from my baseball
now shiny new
Copyright © Roger Batt | Year Posted 2025
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Electric pulse - it's sharpness
Biting....stinging
Gyrating forms become one
Changes in hue altering the mood
In the night time
You feel the Sparks flight
Resurgence through motion....
Life's Genesis
One moment retained forever
The next quite by chance
Together.... But chaotic
Vision upon vision
They take their stance
To fly or run
Always, forever to dance
Copyright © Roger Batt | Year Posted 2025
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Beyond black breakers
beneath dancing stars
on white ocean's crest
I ride the turbulence....
a universal melting pot of emotion
where foreign feelings defuse
in this the final breeding ground
we are all alike for that one moment....
then wash away....or float forever...
thrown to the tide
with the slipshot hesitancy
of a young boy skipping rocks
across the water for the first time....
on the shore....I am alone again
images of my second grade
shovel and pail lay at my feet
(still dusty from castle construction)
I am half blanketed
in the shadow of my fortress
the comfort of its strength
soothes me with bedtime morals
that will always hold out
against the blows
of the big bad wolf
Copyright © Roger Batt | Year Posted 2025
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You're a drummer Sylvia,
the carnage of your life
lies in open stock
for anyone to buy.
You sell us death in poems
bereft of love; you borrow
our breath to line the
hollow of your soul.
The pain's not sweet Sylvia
neither were your thirty years.
If you and Elizabeth Browning
should, by chance, meet
in that starless void
of heaven or hell,
speak to her in flowers
Sylvia, red roses bleed well.
Copyright © Roger Batt | Year Posted 2025
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THERE WAS A DOOR TO WHICH I FOUND NO KEY;
THERE WAS A VEIL THROUGH WHICH I MIGHT NOT SEE;
THERE WAS SOME TALK AWHILE OF ME AND THEE
THERE WAS - AND THEN NO MORE OF THEE AND ME.
I SENT MY SOUL THROUGH THE INTANGIBLE,
SOME FABLE OF THAT AFTER-LIFE TO TELL;
AND BY AND BY MY SOUL RETURNED TO ME
AND ANSWERED "I MYSELF AM HEAVEN AND HELL";
STRANGE IS IT NOT ? THAT OF THE MYRIADS WHO
BEFORE US PASS'D THE DOOR OF DARKNESS THROUGH,
NOT ONE RETURNS TO TELL US OF THE ROAD
WHICH TO DISCOVER WE MUST TRAVEL TOO.
THE REVELATIONS OF DEVOUT AND LEARN'D
WHO ROSE BEFORE US, AND AS PROPHETS BURN'D
ARE ALL BUT STORIES, WHICH AWOKE FROM SLEEP,
THEY TOLD THEIR COMRADES, AND TO SLEEP RETURN'D
Copyright © Roger Batt | Year Posted 2025
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Come sit in my garden
The blossoms are full
As the moonbeans that play midst the dew
We can stop the clock
(At least till Dawn)
Pretending as children
....Tea for two
Copyright © Roger Batt | Year Posted 2025
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You can look back now
being much older
for they had pulled your number
in the lottery
you had won the grand prize
an all expense paid trip
to neverland
courtesy of Uncle Sam
hand me down helmet on head
slightly used peace in hand
in turn....
you marched
others had before you
falling prey to an unforeseen enemy
some....a surface wound....
the others are all dead
shall we hold a funeral
where no one will come
and everyone will cry ?
some surrendered to hallucinations grasp
pseudo-reality for sanity's sake
the sane could have only dreamed reality
but you had won, you had found the answer
you crossed over....the brook beneath you
babbling under the pretense of happiness
crimson from end to end
to no-end
Copyright © Roger Batt | Year Posted 2026
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