OPEN MIC SHORT STORY POEMS
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Absence
Days grow shorter the end times approach our struggles increase Your children look to you for relief, Still you do not answer We’ve known four hundred years of silence twice experienced without you your back turned in disgust Our convenient lifestyles daily tests for us Crying out for release for guidance, answers You respond as you please; as rock solid stone only your back exposed from upon your throne Is it the false prophets we choose to follow or the carnality in which we wallow Keeping hidden from our view muffling our ears silencing you |
You gaze into our hearts
filled with science and art a burgeoning, blistering world the home of lust and greed its festering pustules bleed spreading covetous cankers as ripened roots of disease We shout out your name then spit upon it, taking it in vain when you fail to acknowledge us, immediately. Branch Isole © 2008 |
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Youth
Youth believes it has a wealth of knowledge. Misinterpreting in actuality that it possesses no depth of experience, the young don’t realize they are young a singular plane existing within a three dimensional reality their gaze is focused, pinpointed, avoiding the plethora of variables waiting patiently to steal their dreams and hopes through disillusionment produced by failure unable to see beyond a particular moment’s self-fulfillment conditional ignorance makes prey of what would otherwise be innocence attempts to preempt nature’s nurturing ways circumvents life’s lessons in a rush of exemplary judgment which sidesteps relational cause and effect, thrusting the young into dens of inequity to be devoured by the jaws of predatory man from which no past may be reclaimed |
it is in their enigmatic pursuits
they discover the persistence necessary for the rebirth of progress, that future woes begotten by their numbers are buffered and layered beneath veils of convenience as they live out lives of quiet desperation. Branch Isole © 2008 |
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XYZ Lamentations
Talking incessantly sounding like chicken cackle sharing Rice Krispies Snap, Pop, Crackle “On the clock?” “We’re still on break” both spat back arousing their hackles “Stealing time is stealing money” “We don’t care” they contemptuously spewed “Our employers are the hound and the jackal” “We work by the hour and their time is our money” in unison two together groaned as if bound and shackled “They shouldn’t expect us to actually come in and work For the wages we get this job is too tough They’re plain lucky we show up.” Branch Isole © 2011 |
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Wall Flower
Another Junior High Dance sitting, waiting hoping someone will, praying no one does, ask me to dance I’ve been practicing at home in front of the mirror with my mother and little sis Trying to get the steps right in tempo, in sequence There goes Cindy she’s such a show off If I had a big sister I’d know what to say and the best way to sweep back my hair effortlessly with the swish of my head Why do I have to be here tonight? Everyone is having such a good time, Except the four of us sitting here Four alone, together Side glances between us waiting to see who may be first if at all, and God forbid who may be last or worse, left sitting here alone and cursed while everyone else is dancing |
Oh my God!
Here comes Charles the Geek He’s coming straight at us Oh no, he’s going to ask one of us to dance Oh no, he’s heading for Linda, on my left Oh no, he’s about to ask Oh yes Charles, I’d love to dance with you. Branch Isole © 2004 |
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Vegan Lament
Let us be rid of lettuce Simply put Nominal their case; “Eat it not, if it had a face” Lauded Vegan Chefs those Tofu Titans false purveyors and ala carte surrogate food pimps Visually making palatable masqueraded soy to appear more delectably as steak and shrimp. Branch Isole © 2008 |
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Universality
From the moment of first breath attempts to connect New mental figments take their place substitutes for each previous familiar face Our vehicular capsule pristine and primed for the challenges which lay ahead? not so much! for the unknown to reveal itself? Yes, (perhaps not so much!) Each voyage of discovery opening worlds of wonder yet too soon employed as doubt forcing the strain of amazement to slow Excitement’s reticence dulled by defeat framed and bound by insecurities prepping for stationary stagnation Wounded by possession novae past, streaming farther away From a confidence once allowed within the universe to flow. Branch Isole © 2012 |
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Taken In
Invite me in but be forewarned once discovered soon will be found a bonded acquaintance made As with the stray taken in who quickly sweeps your heart away Plying with a verbal elixir a Merlin’s magical blend The snake oil salesman rambles on through twists and turns and bends Questions asked Opened doors Desires soon be known Full frontal assault reality by choices, decisions Soon to be shown. Branch Isole © 2005 |