Long Bifurcation Poems

Difference between
Who am I?
and
What am I for?
What is my purpose,
healthy meaning,
resonant ethology,
theological vocation,
ecological therapeutic avocation?

Cannot outshine similarities
for RightBrain's sacred WiseElder capacity
sufficiency
with holding these two,
What next comes?
and Why EarthLife past?
inductively together
as co-defining,
refining Here-With-Now

Who have we been
at...

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Poetry on trial?

I’m going to indict poetry, for infecting my soul
Does it serve any purpose, or has it lost control 
This may seem quiet strange, perhaps unorthodox 
Peruse this if you will, whilst it’s head...

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Just the awe of your charismatic sexual looks makes
the down part of me wanting to possess 
and build a park beneath your fleshy covering.
My Junior’s ready to let your licks spoil nature’s tricks
and your play,...

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I look at the world's population, formation and the nation does not know how to 
build a foundation because of temptation..
so i put in quotation from my own translation "LET ME AND MY GENERATION BE...

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That which is an attractor has 4 legs
Two wings, two hands
and a steering wheel for manning the front wheeler

The spin is of significance for the difference it presents
between inheritance and the drives it demands;
-For passage...

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11/17/22

Continual bifurcation
Still a divided nation
Across the entire basin
Doctors trying to treat suicidal patients
Through the use of extreme or mild sedation

These f***s always playing the blame game
It's become dang lame
Too many not on the same page
As...

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Restless in the cradle night.
I spin and curl,
witless I puzzle over
a timeworn conundrum of self.

The brain buzzes on
being its usual endless blunt toothed saw. 
The body belches and rumbles
as it tirelessly works to produce 
the...

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Vivacious, practical, self-directed
Mary Bailey, nice body
it makes no sense that just because George
might never have been she suddenly becomes a shy,
homely, lonely librarian without a dog or god.
No, it did not fundamentally matter
whether George was...

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A dark and faceless bedroom
consents to talk with me awhile.

The brain buzzes on
being its usual endless 
blunt toothed saw. 
The body belches and rumbles
as it tirelessly works to produce 
the odd snort or snore.

All is...

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His hands are around my ankles, that boy
I was, 
tugging me back to see him.
I knew him not, hardly can imagine him
or review him again in a reflecting eye.

Adults talk of their youth, poets embellish,
but...

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I’m near almost here 
resounds in my ear, 
I feel a presence 
closing in tonight,
Curtains of darkness
so bereft, it’s death,
Here to take my life, 
i’m paralyzed to fight,
Limp helpless, 
supine I stare,
as finality descends,
snuffing out...

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"If I weren’t afraid, I'd..." move to heaven.
But suicide is frowned upon, up there.
It seems there is NO path free of leaven
neglect yields censure, insults follow care 

Does gay marriage do well to make this...

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Lady - path less trekked
Bifurcation of my route
Ambivalent? NO.

Mourning? Lady you're here nestling me with blithe
You're an aura of heightened value
Simple yet inexplicable
Totally unfathomable, esoteric in every facet
Intelligent, astute - no doubt
Quiescence sometimes your endowment
Understood...

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outside lies the snow
each flake its own uniqueness
beginning descending moisture, bifurcation
eructing tendrils, forming, unpredictable
as is the dichotomy of life
the triumph against entropy

limbs lie empty, skeletons
leaves of feathered frost
birds are few
lost in the hemispheres, patterns
and for...

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Things already happened
have lost their shockproof mechanisms
The living are all done
with the surprise of you.

Who hurt me?
I hurt me.

Falling into it in the open mouth of night.
Trip-wire daylight, the falling backward
motion of progress.
Many a time...

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