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For a few moments respite, enter the Reading Room. Here you’ll find previously published, unpublished or soon-to-be published short story poems covering a variety of subject areas and topics. They change regularly so drop in and spend a few minutes. These works are posted for your enjoyment, interest and entertainment. |
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All works of literature posted herein are copyrighted and may not be used or reproduced in part or in whole, either in print or electronically without written permission of the author and publisher. Please be advised that works by Branch Isole are written for adults, containing adult material and language, some of which is sexual in nature. All works are intended for mature audiences only.
SITE DESIGNED AND MAINTAINED BY MANAO PUBLISHING © 2006-2012 |
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My mind is filled with an orgy of words Each awaiting its appointed time and turn, its singular soliloquized and opportune moment to travel its downward path
Then to slip, explode or burst forth from my pen
~the Voyeuristic Poet |
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ENABLER
We think we are right when we appease with our efforts, conversations our attempts to please, others and self with misguided good As if they needed As if we should
We support what they say, do and expect While we ourselves know the ones we love are once again headed for an emotional train wreck
Why is it we shun our knowledge of truth As if we also needed more proof To stand up for right once and for all To stand straight and direct them from their impending fall
Repetition of failure Of repeating the past Failing to remember the pain suffered last A cycle never broken only to be relived and yet, a cycle breaking answer we fail to give
Where is the love the well-being held tight? Beneath our laugh our symbolic denial that all will be okay As we and they avoid the Truth, one more day
© 2003 |
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ONE HAND CLAPPING
Sex alone, Tentative Mental fantasies Bodily response in sync perhaps, maybe,
eventually
Assuming both roles simultaneously conversations and thoughts Finally a rhythm of hands and genitals
Sustained fever pitch, mental psychological physical
emotionally draining
What started as a multitude of extreme efforts ends quickly, As if falling from the sky like a pole vaulter having missed the benchmark, waiting for the sudden impact of ground,
unfulfilled
© 2004 |
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LONESOME ONES
Our misplaced belief; All is new. Exclusive to you and me. Immigration, Luxury Familial abuse Lust Greed Pornography
Empires before have come and gone barbaric civilized serene
Made up of individuals, groups small and large kind, gentle neurotic, psychotic denigratingly filthy white washingly pristine
Through it all belief holds their time and experience brand new, reality denied human behavior repeats itself
Echoed excuses punctuated by opportunities to improve
correction, coercion therapy and pills remedies for alphabet ills ‘scripts’ penned each and everyday as if these will change one’s free will
Bombarded by something, everything, anything greater than self
A pinhole of existence pierces the darkness of cosmic eternity
A particle of energy living beneath layers of priority Each macro world, micro
© 2007 |
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PREPARATION
Between the essence of who we become and the extraction of whom we were lies opportunity
Influenced by angels and demons of our own making manifested in response and (re)actions to the people and events in our lives Triggering layers of self to be alternately exulted or obscured trumpeted by heralds, hidden in the shadows
Scurried and scattered along the circuitous route of choices guiding or misleading us down the path Understanding burns as a candle in the light of the sun
and yet,
spark ignited fueled by experience prepares for launch against the strain and draw of the cosmos
enveloped by spirit’s loving arms or cast aside beyond eternity’s arm’s length reach
Breathed by heart’s, mind’s speech Our ticket to freedom announced and collected by our one word answer
Yes or No
© 2010
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