Best Cerebellum Poems
INTERCEPTION
Shadows waning distorted fading
Teasing tempting, a psychotic hack
Scheming concealing cerebral deceiving
Sun retreating behind shades of black
Memoirs succumbing, alpha notes strumming
Hope dwindling midst each laboured breath
Dusky-eyed wretchedness, reflective reminiscence
Sporadic spirits predicting sinister death
Powerless to quell the oppressor within
Oh, desolation! The thief with the sinister grin
The day bleeds, no conveyed clarifications
Nightfall brings its own demonic demons
Moodswings of crazy with judgements so hazy
Interceptive apathy through feelings of lethargy
Music evokes emotions with resilient duress
Though once familiar titles slide back in regress.
Living within her own fluid transparency
The piteous empathy, does she even discern?
Is she to become a fading frequency?
Or… ungenial ashes in a decorative urn?
As the soft rose shades of twilight transcends
In the quietude of peace – a hushed calm descends
One last recall remains in her artistic archive
Where the Star of the Show still dazzles and thrives.
Maria Williams © 2023
I know this will be a sensitive topic, especially at Christmas with people caring for or visiting their loved ones afflicted with Dementia or Alzheimer's—such a sad condition. Apparently, the worst thing to possibly do is try to jog the patient's memory, as it causes more stress.
Instead, why not give them your time and play their favourite music?
Music memories often remain as others disappear.
This is because brain regions involved in musical memory and processing (e.g., the cerebellum) are not as affected by Alzheimer's or dementia until much later in the disease course.
Please watch the video; it is so beautiful and touching. Marta Gonzalez was a professional ballet dancer who developed Alzheimer's. One thing she never forgot was her Swan Lake routine She passed in 2019.
Tattered clobbered thoughts streaming to winged dusts,
spiral spasms tremble amid weary sounds.
The festal moods swing dreary interludes,
visions ache release with defloration--
throaty cries heightens the greedy man's lust.
He longs to possess the murmur of blood
from naked images throbbing desires,
it surges -- tinged to his cerebellum.
Dark libertine drained his desirous juice--
madness stings deep-- displayed to his ardor.
Boorish bashfulness etched into each itch
cracking unto his left to right onslaught.
Finitude fair Venus choked with disgust
as she wriggles, wriggles to free herself!
Her wriggles useless from black libertine...
Pristine Venus fallen-- now wanting death.
©O. E. Guillermo
5:15pm December 05, 2014
Sponsor Giorgio A. V.
Contest Name Structured forms - Iambic verse - Sketch a fictitious character - (Top Gun Poetry)
Placed 6th
Incriminations bolster theories
pestered by daily
salutations, delusions
sanctimoniously intensified
by the written word
Your philosophy exculpates
delirium while triumphs
wisk away irremediable
suppositions that defy logic.
Hypocrisy appears delineated
with confused ramifications.
Cerebrum and Cerebellum
transpose inaccuracies into
soft, sweet music to the soul.
Artistic creation utilized
to succumb basic instincts
with craft: skills of
evasion and deception
manifest themselves in
your daily realm as you
deliver time's desires.
We've all got a brain, you know
Though it cannot quite be seen
It stays imprisoned within our skulls
To be heard, it's very keen
It often finds it's way outdoors
Through our toothed facial channel.
It plans a detour, when our lenses spot
An approaching academic tunnel
But, what does a brain look like?
I often sit and ponder.
How does it feel within our skull?
How does it taste, I wonder!
So I went to ask my mama
"How does a brain look?"
She said, she would show it to me
But then, pulled out a book
She showed me all the diagrams
And read all the relevant text
Explained to me bit by bit
Assuming, I was interested
Cerebral cortex and cerebellum
And all the labelled lobes
Muscles movements and memories
A place for maths, a place for hopes
To her dismay, I spilled the beans,
"That's not quite what I wanted,
I intended to see a brain hands-on
But, thanks for what you imparted."
"I think I've quite understood
The functions this book explains",
I informed mama with a smile,
"My one question, but, remains"
"What is it, my dear one?
Let's work it through together"
"What does a brain taste like, mama?
I solemnly wonder"
Like a frozen deer in headlights,
She stared at me bewildered!
Her ears vented invisible steam
And in gravest tone, she whispered,
"How do you declare to know not
The taste of human brain?"
In countless portions, you chew my harns
Yet you dare to pose this claim?!"
My Love, Eve
Your skin glows like the Apple, blossoms eagerly as the rose in the purest hope of spring.
My yearning heart rises to your guitar voice and leaps like a dog at the whisper of your name, Eve.
The evening ascends in on a great parrot wing.
I am calmed by your sock that I carry into the twilight of leafbeams and hold next to my knee.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of Valvoline.
As my nostril falls from my monocle, it reminds me of your toenail.
In the hushed, I listen for the last pfrrrrt of the spring.
My heated cerebellum leaps to my stocking. I wait in the crystal moonlight for your secret mole so that we may saunter as one, cerebellum to cerebellum, in search of the glorious gallbladder-green and spiritual jello of love.
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12/06/2018
Mnemonic
medulla oblonGata
ceRebellum
tEmporal lobe
somatatosensensorY cortex
SomatoMotor cortex
spinAl cord
ParieTal lobe
fronTal lobe
occipital lobE
nueral netwoRks
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Sunshine Williams
Sharpening the cells in cerebrum and cerebellum
Through meditation, arts, knowledge and strategy
With emotion, motion of sad and happy persons
From the history up to date and the moving pages
Writers write, artists art in front of the open universe,
The mysterious nature focuses the light of unknown
In the power of truth beauty in place and time both
Creation, destruction, origin of things and beings
With lots of evidence, imageries similes, legends,
Live examples, pictures, proverbs, experiments
The outputs are literature, history, logics, philosophy,
Geography, various sections of science, knowledge,
Once there was direct reflection of these branches
With the rising spirit in creativity, sensitivity, morality
Like fragrant in rhythmic life spread and surpassed
All that happiness sparkled in all as green as grass
The past disputes, misdeeds sunk in the Dead Sea
Spirituality, celestiality pervaded all hearts to please,
Now wrapped colorfully they are in libraries, shops,
In readers’ showcase, box, broken and left drawers,
Though they are available in educational institutions
Like school, college, departmental board, university
They are read irregularly that only in some occasions
And the readers are seen fruitless, reluctant in study,
In technological, multimedia flourish, worldly progress
Time is passed in over all progress making, fun, mock
Audio, video, radio, internet, face book, twitter, email,
Park, party, cyber, studio, footpath, automobile, mobile,
Drama, movie, gathering, indoor-outdoor multi events,
At lame excuse, cheap emotion Romeo-Juliet flirtation,
Writers, write on– artists, art on– in full swing, spirits
Let the curses of white sheets be dispelled from you
The curses of every written sheet will never grasp you
But you will see no one is out of the curses and tricks.
Treading along the avenues of iniquity
The downbeat of mollifying choruses alleviate my ears
Ambivalent logic scours my cerebellum
A frown composed of disdain surfaces
Whilst I seek a hero amongst such strange clouds
I covet to taste of the superlative pleasures ‘tis Mother Earth
Though I am left to contemplate when next my happenings
I see the broken smile, the frown hidden so good
Depression hitting it's hardest, who know that it would
Who knew that it could, destroy somebody's life so quick
Wreck a family, it stabbed like a knife so swift
And cut, the deepest wound but I'm here to heal
Let my words clean the dirt, and keep you real
That way you feel, it's not to late to just go back
Start with a clean drive, since you got hacked
And you got jacked, man I want you to feel loved
Not to feel buried, not to feel like we've given up
I'm know you're tired of being of tired, so take my energy
Take my laughter, take anything that enters me
The inner me, sees you and I see you for the truth
These are more than words spoken, these are words spoken to you
It's true, been with you 13 years and I know that you're lost
Let my words guide you back to your path, don't ever stop
I, know that its rough and it's hard to go through
The pain and repercussion telepathically knows you
But, try and rejoice with me just once again
I wanna know you like more than you are, a best friend [x2]
In deep thought, I look into your eyes and see nothing
Forget the repercussion of coming up, and just flunking
Let me fix your cerebellum, give balance to your thoughts
Let me make you whole again, let it be the lesson I thought
You used to walk around the house, full of depression
Mom's gone, our whole life dedicated to stressing
She's here, but it still seems like she is far away
Let it be a blessing meant to be blessed another day
The boot of life stomped hard, and you took full impact
Struggling to keep your job, with this weight on your back
You slacked, a tiny mistake but it did it's damage
Through all of the ups and downs, you've stayed strong and managed
A warrior in my eyes, because you stood up for the fight
You walked through the darkness, now I'm giving you light
You were right, no matter what happens it's okay
I'll see to it to repay you, before my lights fade
Lonely, December Calendar folio awaiting removal
New calendar waiting to unfold and adorn the wall
Midnight human congregation beating star constellation high
Ring out wild bells to the wild sky
Successful, toast to mark rise from dust speck to living pollen
Failures, drench in drink, surrendering control to cerebellum
Joy or grief, party clamour crescendo does not die
Ring out wild bells to the wild sky
Wishes exchanged fast like batons passed on relay race track
Desperate reciprocation, as if wishes alone to make or break
Resolution for efforts nowhere in circulation, none knows why
Ring out wild bells to the wild sky
Not almighty, human fragmented life into many a year
For HIM full life is a year, Death a threshold of New Year
Live to rise spiritually, on Death let HIS celebration toast clink high
Ring out wild bells to the wild sky
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Written by - Hitendra Mehta
Entry for Members Contest Nov 2011 - "Ring out wild bells to the wild sky" by Dr Ram Mehta
We settled into the bay and,
Like lovers kicking the sheets down,
We grabbed and furled, grabbed and furled,
Unveiling a red vista.
You never told me you loved me,
And I never had the guts to speak.
So we threw cherry bombs at each other
From the safe side of a mountain
That was made from our imaginations.
Listening to little pirate angels,
We play out our misadventures,
Swooping in to rescue each other.
We tie off the boat using
The knuckled floor of the cerebellum.
What to do, oh, what to do
With such bedlam?
"Haunted"
kept in suspense
the pastoral
disappeared
dreams and visions
are seldom all
that they ever seem
Love meets in
cerebellum blue
Forest of Arden
to twirl around
minds unseen
like fingers
trace scars
as feathers do
where the ghost
Tears of Rien
rip veils gently
parting the
invisible sea
to call turbulence in
like Love seeks Romance
in
The Glistening
haunted
magic
yet to be
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
"VERSATILE ASSASSINS | Once Upon A Dream"
Selkie Hom in the Haunted Woods
https://youtu.be/p2nf7mCyOcU
FLAGELLUM
limerick
Harry yelled out "aut pax aut bellum"
Indeed he lost his cerebellum
He kept the piece in dish
And the peace on a fish
The next war he lost his flagellum
aut pax aut bellum (lat.)= either peace or war
copyright (C) rajat kanti chakrabarty
dark Halloween night
mind's hypertension ghost casts
hokum's hurricane
crazy dog's howling
thundering lightning flashing
owl's hoot mesmerize
hazy street's big trees
doom of domino effect
cerebellum sinks
fire flies buzz's threat
body's horripilation
wee wee sweat wet in
on my brim
dons tangible markings.
Crafted genes engage
to warn iconic
of principled
death.
She measures
her tacky line, loping
anchors across
waxen badges
encrusted with
doubt.
I don’t fear
the web she spins
above my cerebellum
since due warning
of predatory intent
gleans.