In the conjugal life’s complex topography,
vowed to traverse to the end together
within the sacred institution of matrimony,
the path may bifurcate where distrust dust gathers.
Marking the legal dissolution of marriage,
the partners once embraced by love and commitment,
walk divergent walkways through the emotional corridor,
away from incompatibility, for they grow apart over time.
The common course splits with the conflicting mindsets,
plunging into whirlpool of emotional challenges,
bears testimony to how the convivial chord
of conjugal harmony the impaired sentiments crumble.
In the lonely search for the way out of despair
psychic positivity leads to personal growth,
offering the opportunity of new beginnings,
helping to rise from the ruins of the past.
Self-esteemed prudence is a guide to navigate
the new reality through the terrain of self-regulating life,
and curve out an independent course to move on,
for the night ends, a new sun rises in another dawn.
Categories:
bifurcate, divorce, marriage,
Form: Free verse
RAGS
You have rags
Of rags
Some bragging rags...
Must be your rag,
Because you have rags
With nothing in them
Except a bifurcate rag;
You have enough rags for life,
For a billion stars in the sky__
If there was a total number of lug rags
You would tote have it
In the rag,
I wonder why you hoard so many rags
When all you ever put in them
Are other dirty rags.
~Tile Tersoo
Categories:
bifurcate, 12th grade, africa, anxiety,
Form: Rhyme
The willow stands bifurcate ramifying and tall
The bees protect amber hued honey which is hive’s soul
Looks peaceful and plain but there is something inspiring awe
Something behind the hemp among hills that roll
The great fields green and gold
The sun in the valley its visage is about to unfold
Beneath the rich foliage stands pyramid huge and tens of thousands years old
It is truly glorious wonder to behold
Ancient cultures by building pyramid to death would respond
They believed the pyramid to be gateway to world beyond
But I believe that we can use soul’s pyramid to open the door that magnified cells has spawned
Physical God’s dream powered in spiritual dream finding essence that can excel soul and beyond
Categories:
bifurcate, fantasy,
Form: Rhyme
Soft hills roll endlessly through the expanse
To the north lights of aurora borealis will dance
The castles on the hills the view will enhance
Sun’s orange glow seems to dry the tears of the sky as west it will advance
The sunset turns from orange hue
To blend of gold and linen blue
The waters of the lake make the reflection of the sunset true
With the grain nearby being golden too
In the rushes one can hear frogs and snakes
Poppies grow red and fire crackling sound makes
The rivers flow to the lakes
From high mountain peaks eagle to the sky takes
With the western horizon sun seems conjoint
But it is the invisible hand behind the sun that is important from divine standpoint
It is the unknown the content of that word is more important and to its form has no reference point
Those words generated by the base but their true meaning is from absolute unconnected view point
The Great Eye behind the sun looks down at marsh marigold
The end of the day is about to unfold
The bifurcate willow and tall birch tell stories of old
The gentle summer breeze moves the clouds that in the sunset appear gold
Categories:
bifurcate, senses, , western,
Form: Rhyme
The river winds zigzagging through rainforest connected to its soul
On one side there are mountains that are with minerals like gold platinum and coal
On the other ocean to which the river will fall
By the curve of the river tree grows tall
It is tall, forked bifurcate and ramifying to the river owns its existence
Its leaves are emerald but look sapphire blue from the distance
It fallows the light of the sun with persistence
Its flowers show off their color and brilliance
Its subtle leaves move with gentle warm breeze
The nectar for honey from the flowers is collected by bees
The river often expands beyond its boundaries
The spirit of rainforest leaves in each of those trees
The cells of the tree are transformed and magnified
Into forms more bizarre then by red rain are supplied
When to them power of Great Eye is applied
The birth of divine by the angles is espied
The fields beyond abstract conjoined with multitude of essences of the soul
Is great power but eye is beyond it with no reference point to it at all
But even that is just basic description of sublime majesty that eye would install
For the true secrets of the eye are unknown to all but its own soul
Categories:
bifurcate, fantasy, green,
Form: Rhyme
Imagine you are looking down on the bed,
from the ceiling perhaps, high up
by the shadowed side of the planet
They lay there quietly...still,
on their backs...maybe hands folded, fingers woven
under the covers, cotton or quilted, no matter,
on either bed side, not touching each other
Now imagine you are the one...nearest the door
sleeping next to her...or him.
You've lain there for years,
listening...sleeping, dreaming...listening
Now imagine you are the other,
dead asleep, oblivious to the planet
dreaming, next to the other
in the dream, eyes closed, but awake
You sense each other as if you
are both the same person, breathing
occupying the same quantum space
yet you can see the other as if part
of some out-of-body experience
You, dreaming, reach to touch
...other...or yourself, you are not sure
who they are, or, for that matter you,
slumbering and stumbling to understand,
rolling it over in your mind and bed
still in shadow, it is cool...and comforting,
vanishing point converges to bifurcate again,
in the wake, the dreaming returns
becoming the reality now
© Goode Guy 2011-10-06
Categories:
bifurcate, fantasy, imagination, mystery, time,
Form: Narrative
steel-blued rails
or tarred lane miles
cables or fables
we're layin' the lines
vapored sky lines
Internet bylines
those bar scene
come on lines
we're all layin' lines
making trails
refinin' our designs
plantin' our mines
layin' down our lines
innocence seen benign
overhead or underground
pushing straight to realign
down the lines
some lines are down
sparks on the ground
hot wired intertwines
line ahead a minus sign
heard before that ol' line
just useless goin' on
tossin' towel in to resign
bifurcate to recombine
futures seen to redefine
no talkin' on a party line
lines are down on cloud nine
© Goode Guy 2011-06-15
dem lines, dem lines...
Categories:
bifurcate, imagination, love, passion, people,
Form: Rhyme