Best Bifurcated Poems

The Ghost Soul

I’ve always been a ghost soul
Existence is my lot,
What you call life is simply pain,
And love, I know it not.

Life’s boundaries are lingering
My...

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Black women in America,
let the sterile tabulating machine 
tally your vociferous views
Loud women pridefully possessing 
the highest voting demographics in the amber land
Have your passions...

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("Noh" is an ancient Japanese style of 
drama, broadly similar to Elizabethan
tragedy.  "The Wind in the Pines" is
my version of a well-known Noh play.)

1....

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The pencil now resting the image was 'testing' for the creature before him, (his badly-drawn drawin') had come out 'not right' somewhat twisted and tight.

The...

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Let them say I was a simple, stubborn person,
hypersensative or insensative, a dispenser or partial justice,
a person of particular patience,

may those who encountered me in...

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To read or watch movies, that is the question.
When tired at workday's end, depressed about death's
certainty and my recent surgery
unable to contribute purpose
i.e., figure out...

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the god particle concedes to a universal mass
as predictably, it announces its presence
taking the holy sacrament from under its glass
beliefs from before so consigned obsolescence

we...

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OK, mindful class,
past time to reopen our nurturing nests,
our nutritional mouths
and good-natured ears
and fertile reverse reserves
of not Lose/Lose
EarthMother Health-Wealth Care.

First,
we define our variables,
bilaterally co-arising
recreating
bipartisan dipolarities

Depolarizing
bipolar...

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He loves being incorrect,
politically and otherwise
He revels in how bad he disrespects
anybody who don’t agree with him
His supporters staunchly defend
all of his boorish behavior
His critics...

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The sun in its melancholy phase
dazed swirls, sun dial spinning
Pale moon but a mere shadow
empty ball, psychedelic haze

Into the bleary copse I tread
for a twilight...

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Every ringside observer knows,
Truth don’t pull no punches
Getting down dirty in the earthy trenches,
reveal who the real
firmament workers are

When a pile of brown waste
is coming...

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Like two paynim peas in a pod,
their scurvy color
lipslick scheme is sour green

Got beady black eyes
scam shady — 
A graft gaze that squints bifurcated focus
from...

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Frozen Ground

Everything differs on frozen ground,
Brittle stalagmites obscure green skywards,
Whilst all around damp is the sound,
That crunches the breakfast walk.

Semi-permanence becomes a mirror to our...

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killer (suicide) wrought living corpse 
fruition, while she whipped various 
nutritious concoctions in blender
to ensure minimal essentials to, I 

readily admit) famished body in con
junction...

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i wonder why we are always plagued by the sense of disappointment
with others
everything can float with currents so nicely and then
a gesture
a statement
an intonation
entropy rears...

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