Best Brandon Poems
They say ...
That babies don't smile
You were SO big when you were born - 11lbs 3ozs
And being VBAC, you had been through a lot in the birth canal
So you looked like a prize fighter after a heavyweight bout
Red and purple and bruised-looking, eyes squinted
You made no sounds, though ...
No crying or newborn complaints of any kind
You were as calm and peaceful as if you'd done it a hundred times
Like it was just another "first day of life"
They weighed you, cleaned you up
And then gave you to me to hold for the first time
They say babies don't smile
But you did ... oh, you certainly did
You opened your eyes and looked in mine
And smiled ... a lasting smile
Not a twisted cry or gas or mistaken expression
A true smile ... handsome, sweet, rugged
And I knew then you were special, very special
I knew then that I had witnessed ...
A miracle.
Hey America, what do ya think of your Pres now?
Still think he’s a moderate?
Still think the virus came from a bat?
Still think your child needs to wear a mask?
Still think Jan 6 Committee isn’t a hyper-partisan circus?
Still think MAGAs riot but BLM & Antifa protest?
Still think Joe’s compos?
Still think he knows what day it is?
Still think Obama isn’t a racist divisive ass-hole?
Still think globalists first is better than America first?
Still think Hunter didn’t pay daddy his cut of dirty deals?
Still think all black criminals are victims?
Still think Joe is running the show?
Still think he’s got any clue?
Still think you have freedom of speech?
Still think you live in a democracy?
Still think Joe’s not a hostage to the radical left?
Still think diversity over merit ever works?
Still think Joe’s not Putin’s bit*h?
Still think he’s not a hair sniffing creep?
Still think Made in China is better than Made in USA?
Still think calling Covid the China Vi-rus is inherently racist?
Still think lockdowns and mandates work?
Still think woketardery isn’t a cancer on western civilisation?
Still think Joe cares about what you think?
Still think Antifa is just an idea?
Still think Trump bad but Cuomo good?
Still think Joe cares about your constitutional rights?
Still think you can be any gender you want?
Still think anyone gives a damn about your pronouns?
Still think censorship is good for our democracy?
Still think Joe speaks for you?
Still think the media don’t cover for him?
Still think Fauci hasn’t been lying all along?
Still think border cartels don’t love Democrats?
Still think the Great Reset isn’t a thing?
Still think the Russia hoax is real?
Still think it’s okay to kill full term babies?
Still think climate alarmism isn’t the con of the century?
Still think defunding the police makes black communities safer?
Still think George Soros isn’t an evil bastard?
Still think Critical Race Theory isn’t taught to your kids?
Still think Afghanistan wasn’t a clusterfu*k?
Still think Build Back Better isn't a disaster?
Still think open borders isn’t about demographic change?
Still think sleepy slow Joe is the great unifier?
Still think you would vote for Joe?
Hey America, what do you think of your Pres now?
Written: February 2022
Today I learned, once more, the lesson of loss.
Today I learned of a brother gone.
Tonight I pay my respects, in what words I can muster;
forever he is one of us.
I didn’t know him for all too long,
and never got all that close,
when it really comes down to it;
yet he was family to me.
He was a religious man, and one
that always had a huge grin on his face.
Without fail, he tried to make the rest of us
get along when arguments arose among friends.
He was the first one at my side
when my mother's mother passed away.
He volunteered as a firefighter, before all of this –
he had the strength to offer himself up
both to fight fire when he could,
and get in firefights if he had to.
I remember one day, late last year,
when he came to us and he wished
to lead us in saluting the half-masted flag
on the eleventh of September.
These were his words, on that day:
“In honor and remembrance of all the victims of the 9/11 attacks.
Class BCE 31-13 stood in formation saluting the American flag
in remembrance of everyone who … was associated
with what happened 12 years ago.
May we never forget what went on today
and that we will keep our country safe.
Honoring those who’ve passed before us.
We will stand our ground,
fight for our country
and fight to sustain our freedom.
For our friends, family, and strangers.
Oorah and Semper Fidelis to all.”
To follow something like that, all I can say is this:
almost nobody sees themselves as heroes,
and we never think we’ll get to meet
those who truly are.
We rarely see them as heroes either,
while we still could say our thanks;
it isn’t until they’re beyond our reach
that we realize exactly who has been taken away.
I count myself lucky to have known him.
For what they're going through,
I want to send my best to his first family;
and I'm glad I could be a part of his second.
I don't have his faith, and could not say for sure
if he'll ever read these words;
but I hope he knows exactly how much
a hero will be missed.
Sparks of inspiration fueled frisson building, crafting,
designing, a gamut of glorious finished products, that
offset bereft reaction dad experienced at workplace.
Seventh heaven for him found in the cellar at "Glen
Elm", where freelance dadaist artist, this detail
potential heresy if management got wind of dough
less than enthusiastically firstly sprouted out
(then whispered down the ally) far from domain dollars
doled re: paycheck. When off hours prevailed, thee
extremely adroit, deft, galvanized phalanges (tethered
at the wrist) wrought living, fascinating breathing
blueprints (formerly figments) alive. Thy paternal
parent poured heart and soul into self concocted
projects summoned forth from lathe as an artisan,
whose abundant treasured trove housed innovative
creations (now long since dashed to smithereens,
when the faded glory sans 324 level road defeated
against wrecking ball minus Miley Cyrus).
Now, he evinces considerably less inconsolably
distraught bereavement since securing love from
a lovely lady, unlike me mum as night and day),
idle dextrous hands remain retired of my
octogenarian widower papa, no longer
plies adeptness commanding manual co
ordination once coaxing finished product. Emotional
grief wrought via death of Harriet (the bride he
wedded well nigh 'bout a half century in duration),
and remained faithfully married, her death
(more'n a dozen years ago), viz grim reaper stoled, snatched,
snagged his loving mate. Twas for her eyes
he contrived, finessed, harnessed his ingenious joy.
A passion so bright
Always unconditional
Dazzling by far
By: Misty Leccese
©December 16, 2010
This was written for a wonderful young man that I am very fortunate to have in my life. He
is so passionate about so many different things. I was thinking about him and this is what
came to mind.
Delicate one
Gossomer glass
We hoped without knowledge
that this too would pass
(For somewhere a rainbow
whispers your words
Bending and stretching
to hear and be heard)
Delicate one
Candle in wisps
Breath to the sky
in a circling kiss
(Shadows were heavy
and troubles were nigh,
and now, without knowledge,
we tenderly cry...)
This is for Brandon Basson, who, I have learned, passed away the morning of June 20th.
It is just so scary
and I just don't know.
I even have fear.
She's just so pretty
and I'm not good looking either.
I wish there was some way
I could just talk to her.
I truly wish to impress her
but I just don't know how.
I really need some help.
I really hope for a chance.
Does she like me?
Or does she like someone else?
You my child mean the world
to me, because you are my world.
I am so proud of you,
my little boy.
To see your precious smile,
melts my dear heart.
Those bright blue eyes
sparkle so.
The way you wrinkle
up your little nose as I
speak with you
cracks me up to
no end.
You will break a lot
of little girls hearts
before your'r through.
Each day am loving you
just a little more,
becoming more proud
to be your Grandpa.
written 4-17-17
The Second Amendment guarantees
A basic right of Liberty
For good men and women to remain free
The right to bear arms
Law abiding citizens who do nothing wrong
The blame of mass murder on them does not belong
Why disarm them so they are doomed
Defenseless against the criminal goons
We have the right to our liberty
To protect our families and property
If we lose our guns we are no longer free
We will be subjected to pure evil tyranny
Arm citizenry is the best homeland defense
Keeps the enemies on the fence
To afraid to try to invade
American armed patriots will make you pay
So stop cashing in on tragedy
Develop a common sense strategy
No more proclaiming Gun Free Zones
A trained arm faculty will change that tone
Brandon don't take my guns away
Dangerous politics the dumb love to play
You spend trillions but not a penny to give
For our children to stay safe and live
Alas he still bore the “code” POTUS
When they realized “his ship will not float us”
So they gave him the shoe
With a swift “bloodless coup”
Convinced that nobody would notice
Away from tireless desk job i.e.,which obliged
swearing allegiance, fealty, loyalty within complex
edifice, where obsolete quaint rubric, schematic,
thematic mantra "We Bring Good Things to Life,"
met with gnawing, emerging, chomping
objectionable quandary. The sedentary station
exhausted, milked usurped mental energies
linkedin hinged upon the figurative linchpin
sans contractual mandates. Steady employment
obliged conferring, forsaking, invoking credo,
ethos, hierarchical jujitsu marrying obligatory
penance requisite at General Electric, (which
daily tasks borne with gravitas witness
to crunching numbers vis a vis from gifted
mathematical application, and scientific mind).
Thus decades on end, my father remained
steadfast on this straight and true decree,
whereby dad (analogously applied his
Semitic nose to the whet grindstone)
applying inherent and learned math
ematical/ scientific principles respectively.
He made excellent use of mechanical en
gineering degree (earned free of charge
at Brooklyn City College viz Veterans benefit).
You came to us so quietly
so sudle, with overflowing innocence
such excitement in the air
with thoughts of the first view of your beautiful face
such eagerness in our blood
to kiss your perfect forehead for the first time
To picture life without you now
is as impossible as digging to the center of the earth
to watch you grow
builds a back draft of love that consumes my heart
a smile on your face
put a smile on my face
no matter what tribulations the day brought
no matter how foul your diapers smell
or how many times I have to say no
its worth every breath I breathe
every blink of my eyes
because every ray of sunshine is on you
and you are the rays of sunshine that shine upon me
your my investment for better days
and a reason to be here tomorrow
Why you have to go
I don't want you to go
I understand why you have to go
When it's all over will you come bac to me
I love you so much and I hope you love me too
We can be as one and we can be good together
I want to give my heart to you if u let me
My heart is all for you if you want it
I ride or die for you and I think you can see that
I love when I'm around you
You ligth up my day and you are my star at nigth
I need a man like you in my life
Your the one I dream about at nigth
That's how much I love you and not going to stop loveing you
I feel so happy when I'm with you
I want to take you away from all the bad thing you seen
Give it all to me Brandon and don't run from me baby
This is for the man I love Brandon
Two legends lived. One and another
Had Lee as their second name.
The son was Brandoned by his father.
Years passed. Meanwhile, the ships in fame
Swam in the film-sea very bravely,
In all storms staying really strong
And working diligently, gravely.
But their way was not - alas! - long.
The father was no longer leading:
Veils of the heaven took the throne.
But death sometimes tends to be greedy:
Grief does not come - alas! - alone.
It seemed the destiny gave chances
To live, to flourish, to create...
The forehead took the bullet's dances -
"The Crow" turned to be a fate!
The woundrous legend did abandon
The world. Twenty five years passed.
Oh, rest in peace, my dear Brandon,
Let your sleep be serene at last...
(alternately titled: Zayda born April 9th, 1929)
e'er since his birth,
his daring do didst not abate
the penultimate most spectacular
concrete incontestable product
constituting biological offspring
developing, fashioning,
and incubating gene nee us,
he unwittingly didst create
encoded whence he got conceived
approximately begat circa
July nineteen twenty eight,
and hence upon April ninth
two thousand and eighteen
cometh denoting exceptional great
ness among kith and kin innate
awareness to take stock and celebrate,
how a series of fortunate events
commencing with a date
to Harriet Kuritsky
(at that time, yet to pledge her troth)
accepting storied handsome fellow,
whose constitution sturdy as "forest" timber
(definition of groom) to be lawfully wedded wife...
until death do them part)
unwittingly marriage didst emancipate
my mother, who met a awful, cruel
and terminal undeserving fate,
which tortured demise, the grim reaper
gladly, gleefully, and glibly
held her steadfast
thru death decreed grate
a permanent life sentence,
she vehemently did hate
and fiercely fought tooth and nail
(unimaginable to me,
thee sole son), how
agonizingly bitterly clearly irate
such suffering wrenched, wrought, wrung
August marriage permanently
cleft by malicious, nefarious,
and opprobrious tongue
no heroic measures, only lamentation slung
upon the livingsocial clinging,
where grief rung
every last ounce,
though thru each passing year
thy mum gone thirteen orbitz
round the sun, that shear
ring raw emotion
still persists in concert with lear
ring grimace of deathly hallows, 'ere
obstinate heart ache lessened now
since papa found bliss
in which to steer the prow
of his four score and nine
aged ship of state row
wing (or more or less peacefully drifting)
berthed in consonant with vow
wills - a staunch spirit does wow!