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POETRY ARCHIVES
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GRANDCHILD
Apple of my eye The desire of my heart Experiencing moments as you grow Memories that we share Secrets known by only we two These joys are but a few You bring into my life
Seeing my child, your parent and a little of my own Similar characteristic traits familiar antics, movements, tones Natural dispositions of a genetic three part and parcel passed through our family tree
You test the bounds of love Stretch patience from inch to mile Yet disavowment melts to nothingness Overpowered by your smile
Captivated by an innocence Confounded by such honesty One moment angelic The next rough and raw
No matter what you say or do all perspective redeemed by a whisper of, I love you Grandpa
© 2008 by Branch Isole from the book “In The Margins”
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BLOWN AWAY
Dispersing the origins of my own existence, to the winds I cast the cremated ash of my parents’ mortal remains
© 2008 by Branch Isole from the book “In The Margins”
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AVIATOR
Flight, from Icarus to Wrights Boeing and beyond one small step for man in ventured forth movements conquering the ethereal Released, unbound free once more to leave the ground
to float to stream at the speed of soul traversing extreme distances great and small
© 2007 by Branch Isole from the book “Heartstrings of Illusion” |
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ON MY KNEES
If I go to my knees Lord Will it change my heart? No
If I go to my knees Lord Will it be a sign of reverence? No
If I go to my knees Lord Will it bring me closer to you? No
If I go to my knees Lord Will it exemplify my choice? No
If I go to my knees Lord Will it be proof of my desire? No
If I go to my knees Lord Will it bode of my devotion? No
If I go to my knees Will my action remind me; You are Lord and I am not? Yes, then the others will be true as well
© 2008 by Branch Isole from the book “In The Margins” |
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BY A NOSE
What is it that propels us to lean forward that we might break the tape and be revered in the eyes of men
In our youth it was a sense of accomplishment bound up in our efforts to try The enjoyment we gained from participation was sufficient
There was no prize other than respite filled reminiscing after clashing with our combative foes Until time and situation presented our next meeting, again to be tested on the field of endeavor
Win or lose it was in the post locked eyes of competitors revealing a shared sense of “I enjoyed doing my best” that inner satisfaction was found
We reveled in our opponent’s momentary success over our own as much as they did ours For we were comrades in the struggle, the opposition fed life into the opportunity
It became organized.
We believed, becoming fiercer The wound was opened and the salt of provincial pride was poured in
we lean further to break the tape in the light of cameras flashing and the call of commercial endorsements
© 2005 by Branch Isole from the book “Saccharin and Plastic Band Aids” |
