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More Visions
Militant mirage thy name is us
We rise triumphant after each encounter
Beaten or victorious we smile
We have seen God and he is dead
Well, sorta dying, head held humble
Crying. Sorry for screwing up he
faints like a first-year sissy.
Tomorrow God will stand straight.
Tomorrow God will shriek in laughter
Tomorrow God will join the absurd
brigade and march
Goose step
Close formation
Holy Grail in one hand and
third finger extended defiant
in the other.
Invitation
At last spirit flows unchained. Notes unfold.
No score arranged. Chorus is universal but refrain
defiantly individual.
Reality strolls in for a visit. On its arm the
Possible beams in satisfaction at sight of
children playing together happily. Engrossed
in their games we never notice the dualism.
Engrossed in our games we never notice the
passage from will be to is. Freedom smiles
benevolently at the universal and applauds
aloud the individual interpretation. Mindless
of intrusion we play on while the crowd
gathers, picks daisies and nibbles on
essence of jellybeans
Sgt. Pepper and his problems are insignificant in
light of corporeal realities. Words are a play on words
and reality is soundless. Shared hitherto private
silences are (wo)man's miracle achieved only with
(wo)man. Dissonance dissolves.
The games are no longer games. In affirming
existence we join sparse ranks of the living and
confirm eons of significance that transcend lifetimes
of irrelevance. Silence morphs to audible crescendo
bowing as Reality, the Possible and Freedom awaken
from generational sleep hungry
The poet communicates when she has something to say.
The writer writes with carefully chosen word combinations.
Somewhere a synthesis of extremes and a merger of new
forms await birth. The door is open gentle spirit and
worn welcome mat has your name on it.
Knock softly. I'm waiting.
Judy Shepps Battle has been writing poems long before she became a psychotherapist
and sociology professor at Rutgers University. Widely published both in the USA and abroad
during the Sixties and Seventies, she deferred publishing to concentrate on career and family.
Fortunately her muse was tenacious and she continued to write during the next three decades
filling a file cabinet with scrawled and typewritten poems that are now being organized into
chapbooks and individual submissions. The material submitted for publication represents her
return to active participation in the writing community. She can't think of a better way
to spend her retirement.
Email: Judy Shepps Battle
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