Divide Poems

Left and Right, or Should I Say Wrong

The Left and Right today
Are like East and West,
Different worlds that never shall meet,
Or if they do meet
Won’t hear or understand much 
Of the other anyway.

Each is in a bubble,
Comfortable and secure.

The difference is,
And it’s a difference that makes all the difference, 
One bubble is based in LaLa Land
While the other is at least grounded

The Real Left-Right Divide

(“Halves of a Whole”, 2019, original encaustic)

The Real Left/Right Divide

I consider myself a “classical liberal” 
Which means I’m a freedom loving
‘Live and let live’ kind of guy.
And that puts me firmly on the Right.

It also marks me as a “conservative”
In today’s political world
Because live and let live doesn’t mean
Change for the sake of change to

lets close this divide

information\disinformation-
[depends upon your point of view]
divides a society
hatred-crumbles a society
racism-falls a society

we are ALL human-so let's work together for humanity

Beyond The Divide

Downwind of the 
Halal Cart
my stomach 
starts to growl

Foreign smells
have filled the air
my appetite 
to prowl 

Those places
I have yet to go
but memory
knows so well

Another life
another time
where Heaven
— sleeps with Hell

(The Corner Of 34th & Market Streets: July, 2025)

Social Divide

Social Divide

Same age, same era, same time
Meeting of spiritual and intellectual
Meeting of ancient antic and new

The ancient principles are forever principles
Created by and given by God to humanity
To you, to them, to us. The Living Plan of Life

This was the beginning. The original, authentic
People lived normally in nature. Family, kids
Grandparents, parents, and the new generation

Defeat of the Divide

J-ubilant
U-nity
N-ullifies
N-ational
E-lection's
L-osers

©bfa042225
Monocrostic (Birthday of Junnel N. Romualdo)

No more divide and conquer

ideal of opulence in the flesh called human
harboring a false sense of control and power
listening to voices you claim as your own
cynical laughter with mouths that spew arrogance
no regards for the blood shed to advance hierarchies
tyrannical systems smitten to hinder harm control
disparaging games with malice of life's spectrum
keeping most in a survivor unconsciousness
barrier resources disguise

The Great Divide

                        


                      Of tears through the years, we had traveled long

In front of your birthday cake, you divide your life into slices

In front of your birthday cake, you divide your life into slices,
and each slice bears a face, etched with the marks of the time it belongs to.
A knife on the platter is your portion, sharp edges cutting the icing
so gently, like your skin, that you cannot call it violence.
It’s not contrast, but distance, measured and

Two In One

There are two kinds of cultures
- Defined in different ways 
In different countries and lifestyles,
Valley vs Mountain, Settled vs Nomadic
Or in modern America, City vs Country -
With their two opposing attitudes,
“Let us tell you what to do!”, and
“Just leave me alone…”

It’s a simple dichotomy really 
Of a group and collective orientation, 
And a more individualist

House of Cards

The truth is there are
“Very fine people on both sides”
(and of course scoundrels on both sides too)
Because that’s the way people are 
Good and bad, sometimes both
Depending on context.

It’s been this way in every conflict 
From World Wars to local elections,
Family squabbles and schoolyard brawls.
And it’s how it will always be
Which should give us all

THE BINARY DIVIDE

AI’s answers—a sad, cold vibe—
To a life lived by the book, beside.

A sclerotic sense, a pallid dread,
When doctrinaire or fanatic is read.

A code’s cul-de-sac moment: prose-weaver’s craft, soaring!
Literature—a proclaimed soul-stirring engineering.

Times Divide

I stray
on purpose
my will
redeemed

When left
of center
to swim
upstream

Against
the grain
my future
hides

On roads
less traveled
past times
— divide

(The New Room: December, 2024)

The Divide

She used to be here,
beside me,
our laughter filling the gaps in the quiet.
But then it changed,
when they came around,
the ones with the right clothes,
the right words.
And I was left behind.

She doesn’t look at me now,
not like she used to.
She walks with them,
her back straight,
her smile cold,
and I’m still here,
waiting,
watching her slip away.

It’s like she doesn’t

The Great Divide: Men, Women, and the Mystery of understanding

We live in constant confusion. "Men are from Mars,
more like Pluto," they say. When understanding women, we're relegated to a planet outside our own solar system. That's how far our understanding has progressed, 'not very far.'

Our minds are bombarded by rhetoric about past misdeeds of women. Yet, when it comes to present-day relationships, we're as

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