Having a CT Scan in a couple of days
Most likely looking for a brain
Hope they find something that resembles such
Not finding one might be a strain
Might think the Scanner is no longer working
Nothing's showing up on the screen
Came up with an idea for having some fun
Pulled the plug and heard someone scream
“Look at this, this man's missing a brain”
Never in the annuls of medicine
Have they come across this rare phenomenon
His head's filled with a stuff like gelatin
Literally ten doctors were quickly summoned
All looked astonished and took notes
Chuckled to myself at the fuss I'd created
TV stations were looking for quotes!
Finally had to tell them of my fun little gig
But most didn't find it too funny
Told me, “Lie down and no more shenanigans
Or the nurse will call your mummy!
Categories:
annuls, health,
Form: Rhyme
Consciousness discernment
Annuls the passage of time
Dissolving and coagulating
Matters that truly matter
One second may suffice
Within its sphere
There is no such thing
As time wasted
Categories:
annuls, introspection, life,
Form: Free verse
Having a CT Scan in a couple of days
Most likely looking for a brain
Hope they find something that resembles such
Not finding one might be a strain
Might think the Scanner is no longer working
Nothing's showing up on the screen
Came up with an idea for having some fun
Pulled the plug and heard someone scream
“Look at this, this man's missing a brain”
Never in the annuls of medicine
Have they come across this rare phenomenon
His head's filled with a stuff like gelatin
Literally ten doctors were quickly summoned
All looked astonished and took notes
Chuckled to myself at the fuss I'd created
TV stations were looking for quotes!
Finally had to tell them of my fun little gig
But most didn't find it too funny
Told me, “Lie down and no more shenanigans
Or the nurse will call your mummy!
Categories:
annuls, humor,
Form: Rhyme
Having a CT Scan in a couple of days
Most likely looking for a brain
Hope they find something that resembles such
Not finding one might be a strain
Might think the Scanner is no longer working
Nothing's showing up on the screen
Came up with an idea for having some fun
Pulled the plug and heard someone scream
“Look at this, this man's missing a brain”
Never in the annuls of medicine
Have they come across this rare phenomenon
His head's filled with stuff like gelatin
Literally ten doctors were quickly summoned
All looked astonished and took notes
Chuckled to myself at the fuss I'd created
TV stations were looking for quotes!
Finally had to tell them of my fun little gig
But most didn't find it too funny
Told me, “Lie down and no more shenanigans
Or the nurse will call your mummy!"
Categories:
annuls, funny,
Form: Rhyme
Among the systematic layout
Atop mirrored polished floors
That reflects the study of light,
Sharply angled shelves shadow symmetry
Like waves of open walls.
Spangled with books from scholars
Writers and dreamers
Labeled and categorized
Stacked upon the aisles of dialogue
Lying like little coffins numbered end to end.
A graveyard of words
Waiting to be opened by those who want to know,
These literary legacies of dormant poltergeists
Where the annuls of what must be remembered
Commemorate the living of yesterday
As eyes gaze upon each corpse
Engaging the ‘ghosts of words’
Reaching each heart, each soul
Captured in this moment of disclosure
Where miles of expression bring truths to life
June 16, 2023
A Brian Stand Premiere No 1223 Poetry Contest
Categories:
annuls, books,
Form: Free verse
Times get spent in eternal search,
Betwixt life and death life perch;
Holding here; holding there,
Hanging like monkey; not fully aware;
Temptations of growing higher creep in,
Like other unfulfilled desires within;
Illusions-filled dreams; nasty nightmares,
Midst these, sleep stands and stares;
Kith and kin assure: we're here,
Who truly cares? - is to none clearly sure;
Having peripherally pleased and within cursed,
Friends and relatives go around as nothing happened;
Momentary joys, like, butter over toasts, glitter,
Only to melt and make their presence blur;
Butterflies and dragonflies; moths and beetles,
Get pecked by instantly appearing eagles;
Confusions and chaos in annuls of graves end,
Eagerness of living, like untimely moon, seems crescent;
Quest, in forms of queries, persist,
At one stage, as act of death, everything does exit...
13 March 2022
Categories:
annuls, life,
Form: Free verse
Message simple; love is Gods miracle
Innate effulgence of pristine presence
Continual is its subtle signal
Innocence cognises voice of conscience
Tranquil blissful calm, our souls quintessence
Heart our abode, where we remain joyful
Wherein we bask in self-luminescence
Message simple; love is Gods miracle
Current ethereal, caress playful
Endless rapture in stillness and silence
All nodes dance to bliss throb amiable
Innate effulgence of pristine presence
Lower mind urges, crave our indulgence
Presence careful, feral options annuls
Choosing to dance to the divine cadence
Continual is its subtle signal
Negating narrowness inimical
We breeze with ease though life in nonchalance
Stagnation the peril, our debacle
Innocence cognises voice of conscience
Our mind aligned with love in permanence
Enables bliss within, ineffable
On consigning ego to decadence
Pores tingle in joy currents toroidal
Message simple
02-June-2021
Categories:
annuls, love, spiritual,
Form: Rondeau Redouble
SOLE EXPEDITION OF MY SOUL EXPOSITION
Your sole expedition
of my soul exposition:
Day and night falls,
My thought calls,
Flushed faced as staring walls,
Vizarded like blinking dolls,
Frightened fixed eyeballs,
And my frameless vision,
Was your passionless passion;
Fulfilling your heartbreaking mission;
Left me motionless, lolls,
The envisioned progress annuls.
You've got the balls
To step in & cause multiple falls
Of my hearten edifice,
Wreck it all to my greatest surprise,
Breached my barrier with such guts,
your balm was my hurt,
Now I am left strut,
Alone, devoured and stuck
To sit here in huge shock
As you walk the solitary walk.
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright© 28th December, 2020.
#OnTheSpotPoetry #inspirationbymuse
Categories:
annuls, 1st grade, heartbreak, relationship,
Form: Rhyme
SOLE EXPEDITION
Night falls,
Thought calls,
Staring walls
like blinking dolls,
Fixed eyeballs,
Frameless vision
but ageless mission;
Motionless, lolls,
Progress annuls,
Full empty halls,
Alone & stuck
to walk
the solitary walk.
VickWizzy
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright © 13th May, 2020.
Categories:
annuls, 1st grade, journey, life,
Form: Rhyme
Wettest summer in Ontario in the last twenty annuls
Turning quite aquatic, could swim the English Channel
That used to be a big deal
Now it's lost it's appeal
I'm really no hero, just an over-the-hill mammal
Categories:
annuls, weather,
Form: Limerick
eyes, face, hair & lips
to lurk in the depths of denial
yet too know all the great while
a pen on paper
many are lost in a land of toxic
eyes with tombstones
drifting in a raft out to sea
a cause for love infused by hate
grinding of the teeth
weeping, wailing & gnashing
viscous fangs that hang down to fright
Satan laughing spreads his wings
out of desperation loneliness sets in
blackened stench of death
like a lost mouse in a crazy maze
we wake up in a purple haze
Did you ever wake up saying it must be one of those days
the annuls of parting conquest
we shall live to pass every test
although we must labor to enter the rest
sadness, alone, bleeding, minds, explosion & memory
A vortex of what is to come
shattered fragments on the basement floor
lest I implore another way to go
Categories:
annuls, america, angel, appreciation,
Form: Free verse
A barrel of oink is a snout snaffling. Order of pig sect of oink. In a pink summersaulting cartwheeling ham chunk. Wee wee weeeee. Rolling. Hilltop. Hollybush road. Rhododendron. Raid bit trade. Road not noted. To be seen is to chippy tea and biscuits and caked bacon chop. Large amounts of stew. Hahahaha and now a fish earring. Hahahaha and a wastepaper basket with ten arms and twenty legs. Attempting the javelin. Oh how great. Fantastic. Such array. Magnitude. Fortitude questioned whether it is a village? Hahahaha rapid trend annual annuls **** analogues. No hahahaha to that toothpick asylum. Nor grin. Pitter patter then. Thoroughbreds' leaving now so goodbye. Gooseherds' and gooseheads with lemon sauce drip. Pachydermia. Xzx
Categories:
annuls, adventure, anniversary, appreciation,
Form: I do not know?
When we look above at the nighttime sky
We are filled with this great mystique
With the untold number of heavenly bodies
So foolish to think we're unique
If I was a gambler which I certainly am not
Could now be a very rich man
Betting on the existence of other life forms
In this heavenly scale so grand
Certainly I'm not all alone in my thinking
Many have thought this before
So to all of us bright minded individuals
The odds just can't be ignored
Unfortunately my time will end long before
A meeting with beings we call aliens
Most fantastic event in the annuls of mankind
To finally discover other civilizations
When we look above at the nighttime sky
We are filled with this great mystique
To think that one day we will finally meet them
And discover we're not so unique
© Jack Ellison 2015
Categories:
annuls, blessing, celebration,
Form: Quatrain
There must be something I haven't written about
In over eighteen hundred poems
Searching and searching my large massive brain
But for now creativity has flown
Can't think of anything that's worthy of my time
I've started to run out of gas
Could write about anything just to fill in for now
But can't imagine writing just trash
Will bide my time, maybe suck on my thumb
That's how I usually get inspiration
In the future, the human mind will be extinct
That's the last of our imagination
A real sad day in the annuls of all mankind
Leave me out don't want to partake
In a society where machines are ruling the roost
And the freedom of mankind is at stake
Well thankfully I don't have too many years left
I know it would be hard to survive
In a world without warm and close human contact
This guy doesn't want to be alive
© Jack Ellison 2015
Categories:
annuls, life, scary,
Form: Narrative
Having a CT Scan in a couple of days
Most likely looking for a brain
Hope they find something that resembles such
Of course that might be a strain
Might think the Scanner is no longer working
Nothing's showing up on the screen
Came up with a idea for having some fun
Pulling the plug and hearing them scream
“Look at this, this man's missing a brain”
Never in the annuls of medicine
Have they come across this rare phenomenon
Head's filled with a stuff like gelatin
Literally ten doctors quickly appeared
All looking astonished, taking notes
Chuckling to myself at the fuss I've created
Reporters came looking for quotes!
Finally had to tell them of my fun little gig
But most didn't find it too funny
Told me, “Lie down and no more shenanigans
Or the nurse will call in your Mummy!
© Jack Ellison 2015
Categories:
annuls, humor,
Form: Narrative
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