Best Hippocampus Poems
Some people are convinced that they possess
Accomplishment within a certain art,
Yet sound, impartial judgement would conclude
That they have little talent to impart.
In contrast there are those with aptitude
Who never share the gifts which could inspire,
Reluctant to expend their time and skills
In quickening a kindred spirit’s fire.
Each person is endowed with unique gifts
To be applied, not to be hid from sight
Nor quenched by the mundanity of life
But rather to encourage and delight.
No gift should lie unsealed upon life’s shelf
True talent must be nurtured and unfurled
Enhancing lives which then reciprocate;
Creating an enlightened, vibrant world.
25/09/18
'Parable of the talents contest' : Sponsored by: Holly Hippocampus
PARABLE OF THE TALENTS N/A gifts Anthony Biaanco 7/18/2020
Categories:
hippocampus, appreciation, bible, blessing, encouraging,
Form:
Rhyme
She never knew she had them
that the basket had been placed
upon her past and future
by the color of her face
He gazed upon the sunrise
at the shadows walking thin
entering the schoolhouse
but they wouldn’t let him in
She had no shoes – no fancy dress
could not read the hymnals prayers
sat outside as music played
a welcome to soothsayers
He wore a ring of ever-dirt
from which he sought release
razor eyes forever searching
bringing hunger to the feast
Their talents were the seeds that fell
upon harsh and bitter ground
gifts that withered on the vine
a talents loss forever bound
contest - The Parable of the Talents
sponsor – Holly Hippocampus
©10/5/2018
Categories:
hippocampus, allegory,
Form:
Rhyme
HIPPOCAMPUS SADDLED IN DAYDREAMS
Hippocampus saddled in the vast sea, one of God’s superimposed dreams.
In miniature form these seahorses be, an aquatic burst of genius it seems.
Hippocampus in old Flossie form, spotted from the Scottish shores.
A frightful nightmare, not the norm, thus shiver in my corporeal core.
If mermaids had thighs to tighten around their bony scales,
would that they be fight’n where the shipshape sailor fails.
Seducing sirens hiss upon the sea monster’s back with songs that rage
to lead in armageddon attack, to place mankind in a flaming cage.
4/20/2018
Julia Ward’s Seahorses
Categories:
hippocampus, fantasy, image,
Form:
Couplet
I’m sitting on my lawn chair
Outside the night is cool
I hear the trees swaying
The breeze chills my skin
It knocks on my hippocampus
Am I here or where it blows?
Breeze, you are timeless
From queens to divas, the same
You carry me back to my childhood
You go from high to my lows
You leave me bereft as you leave
You come at my like a windmill
Alone I’m ash on your windy night
It takes a Starry Night like tonight
It takes a Van Gogh to go with you
I would go mad like the wind
I would chase that lonesome boy
I would ride his Sirocco to him
But I am too sane to be a zephyr
Enough wind, it’s time to go in
Make sure the windows are closed
No wind, you can’t get to me
No, you will not breeze through me
The nostalgia you profess is shuddered
The lonesome boy is here within
I wish you would take him with you
But, that would mean we are you
When I’m dust we’ll both join you
We’ll chase the highs to lows
Come and visit me next time
I’ll bundle up and be ready
Just in case you carry me away
I won’t repeat what Vincent did
When he met you on a …
Starry, starry night
Categories:
hippocampus, childhood, night, nostalgia, star,
Form:
Free verse
"Freedom Sees - Part 1"
Sailing
her clear
Aqua Green
oceans
floating
mysterious exotic
fragrant
Dark Pink
Yellow Frangipani Petals
surround her boat,
gifts sent
from the big fat bellied trees
in the Queen's Land,
standing fixated,
rooted to the spot
they aren’t going anywhere
fast, that’s their lot on
Departure Shores,
waving their
confetti dreams
at the Bamboo Queen
sailing adventuress
standing tall now
not down on her knees.
She’s surveying her pearl beds
Giant Burnt Orange
Lilac Lavendar
Deep Emerald Green
Astropecten Articulatus
accompanying Royalty,
they are far from their
familial home.
Hippocampus.
Syngnathidae,
Olive, Ultra-Marine Blue.
Mate for life.
Sea Dragons.
This is true.
Golden Glistening
Burning Ball
the Sun’s
beckoning ascension,
light beams,
dapple the surface
there is abundant
life underneath
this, her verdant
Sea Bed Circus.
Crystal clear deep waters
full of mothers and daughters
the nexus electric current
for her virtues
her sins,
her babbling
ranting minions,
their downloading zone
go-with-the-flow.
A million zephyrs
cut the air,
they are calling HER
“HOME”.
(Lovejoy-Burton/2018 Jan)
For GVLM.
For K, M, VC, LJ.
1. "The Messenger", Lisa Gerrard
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LGc9nNi1LXU
2.
https://www.amandalinettemeder.com/blog/2014/1/27/10-signs-from-your-deceased-loved-ones
Categories:
hippocampus, daughter, father daughter, freedom,
Form:
Free verse
Seahorses on see-saws prance, sashay and dance
gliding majestically under the sea.
No clip nor clop for this aquatic steed
for no legs adorn its knight-in-armour body.
Instead its fins keep these hippocampus poised
as they gambol gently and frolic about.
But of course it's a horse
with its tell-tale head and mane.
Ignore the odd prehensile tail
that some over-zealous strapper coiled.
It's a special horse for an undersea course
swirling and whirling silently
through seaweed strap slalom gates.
With no trot, nor canter, nor gallop, nor panting,
but with a leisurely pace in ambling gait,
like the painted horses on a merry-go-round,
the seahorse is forever poised,
in true dressage collection.
Categories:
hippocampus, animal, fish, nature, ocean,
Form:
Free verse
A group of couples met for lunch—
a quick one—talked, and watched the clock.
They spoke of their demanding jobs.
Must soon get back—tick-tock, tick-tock!
So many things they used to do,
they’ve little time for nowadays,
like board-game nights with family
or helping with church Christmas plays.
They once found time to show concern
for shut-ins in the neighborhood
by doing home-repairs for free.
Those times made everyone feel good.
Some once played instruments or sang,
wrote poetry or painted scenes
from nature—talents they let die
when they were barely past their teens.
*********************
The thought of guitars never played,
piano keys not touched for years,
blank pages in a writing pad,
and unused canvases brings tears.
Imagine shut-ins with no help,
church programs falling by the way,
and game nights that don’t come to pass.
Some can’t work these into their day!
The way we use our precious gift
of time determines what will thrive
and what will not. Good stewards see
that better things in life survive.
Date: September 22, 2018
Contest Title: The Parable of the Talents Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Holly Hippocampus
Categories:
hippocampus, appreciation, caregiving, time, work,
Form:
Rhyme
For the past I pray in the tumorous night gone heavy and long,
Churning in the chirp of the tree frog’s soporific song.
The air thickens like cream churned thicker into butter,
Spinning in the muttered fumes of mind’s fogged clutter.
Coagulating light into an onyx-colored yet broken stone,
A celluloid flash of silver shines sight into solid bone.
From the peek-a-boo split of an aperture’s peeping pupil,
Pours an undeveloped pity in a dope’s pathetic scruple.
I seek episodic hippocampus Netflix films inside me,
For memory is better than that which my eyes will ever see.
Categories:
hippocampus, depression, dream, drug, night,
Form:
Couplet
Blood
Is their
Burning need.
A thrill to take,
Dreadful thirst to quench.
But do they give,
Any thought
For their
Prey?
20/4/2017 written for the “Form N - Ninette or Nonet” - Poetry Contest sponsored by: Broken Wings
This poem has been published in Spectral Realms, No. 11, September 2019 (Edited by S.T. Joshi), Hippocampus Press, New York
Categories:
hippocampus, fantasy, mythology,
Form:
Ninette
SEAHORSES
We ride ocean currents
We are small marine fish
With segmented bony armor
Such an upright posture, swish
A curled prehensile tail, a tubular snout
A head and neck suggestive of a horse
Mythical creature with horse's head and fish's tail
We are masters of disguise of sort
We camouflage game is on point
You may find us on a shrimp boat
We whom swim in groups are “frys” no joke
Our courtship begins with a daily dance
We gracefully swim together
As the little assassins of the sea at glance
When not courting we feed, as successful predatory killer's
We ride ocean currents
Hippocampus we are Sea Horses
4/26/18
Copyright © 2018
Sponsored by: Julia Ward
For Poetry Contest: SEAHORSES
Categories:
hippocampus, adventure, dedication, fish,
Form:
Rhyme
Hippocampus
What a memory trickling down my limbic system
Pure deep emotion released from a firing brain
Neurons transmitted untainted joy
A night dive at Stackpole Quay in Pembrokeshire
Thick wet suit in cold waters weights on the belt
No load on my shoulders apart from the aqua lung
Floating balancing below the disc of the lucid moon
Nature nurtured unburdened soul
Nearly translucent by the beam of torch in hand
A tiny Seahorse was feeding hidden by silvery rocks
Slowly nourishing its dragon like body on copepod
Swell swished a mythical world
I have jumped a stallion over fences ridden on tide-
Flooded beaches parachuted from a plane walked down
The Grand Canyon and tasted the salt of the earth
Experience cloaked human perceptions
Taj Mahal and the Sphinx Hanging Gardens in Babylon
The legendary horse at Troy Cave Art in the Drakensberg
Have left my breathless like Monet’s Garden on my travels
Camels threaded eyed needles
Yet the spiky little creature called hippocampus debunked
This human misperception that miracles and surprises
Must be larger than life in this bigger higher faster world
Seahorse and Universe are more substantial than I
18th April 2018
Categories:
hippocampus, life,
Form:
Free verse
In mind's castle many furnished rooms
In upper chamber, chaste virtue grooms
In lower chamber, strands of civility bloom
In antechamber, auxiliary dreams, visions illume
In the inner chamber, fears, insecurities subsume
In dim, adjoining corridors, venal guile do entomb
From bed chamber, hypothalamus, carnal libations spoon
In library, Prefrontal cortex, sentient patterns resume
In nursery, hippocampus, Id suckles the womb
In hearth's cozy fireplace, nurtured Ego swoons
From dusky, dank cellar, hidden desires fume
In dungeon's dark recesses resides a foreboding gloom
In courtyard, amygdala, aesthetic designs mushroom
Categories:
hippocampus, body,
Form:
Rhyme
He said to her:
People or people-like species
With better amygdala and hippocampus
To recognize only love and peace stimulus
With no thirst for blood in psyche
For any purpose whatsoever
Except medical surgery
Is the door to a advanced species---
We have to evolve this way
A further sway towards Christs
The preceding plural is important
In case we don’t want to get further shortened
By terror weapon
You belong to a new species, she said
Why? He was all questions in his big eyes
Your amygdala is not like ours
Your hippocampus belongs to showers
She was all love and praise
He was at a little unease but said
If we can environ our thoughts
With struggle for flowers without stones
We may have much less groans
Fewer aching bones
No battle zones to frighten
It is possible if we can make possible
The environment for a creative perception
With no terror of destruction
With the weapon of human-specific standards
Of our life and State and nation
She was silent but not vacant
The starlight wrote their stories
Of love dew and grass
Hopes filling in the glass
Don’t deprive and amass
No fragile treaties
To divide and rule the species
She and he
New dreams beside the time stream
A delicate query
A prospective thesis
Of a new species
Following the
Continuous mutations in our genes
Through aeons and aeons
That we have been walking on the earth
Essentially in mirth
_____________________________________________
April 5, 2016
A New Species – Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anthony Slausen
Categories:
hippocampus, allusion, beauty, earth, future,
Form:
Free verse
Waves pushed a torrent of power and might.
Against the tiny creature seemingly lost in the night.
With only the moon to navigate her path,
Little seahorse galloped—
Giddy up—giddy up—
Hungry suitors let her pass, tonight peace without wrath.
Hippocampus—was her genus, a clever equine design.
Upright she rocked, the shallow temperate sea brine.
With back and forth swiftness, and straight ahead scurry,
Little seahorse galloped—
Giddy up—giddy up—
Her love patiently waiting, she approached in a hurry.
Bequeathed to but one, her monogamous beau.
His sack carrying offspring, soon released in the flow.
She focused on him, and the time now at hand,
United they galloped—
Giddy up—giddy up—
Till they stopped in the moonlight, and knelt in the sand.
Together they witnessed their family emerge.
Dad’s brood pouch and safety, quickly empty and purged.
Fully formed miniatures, resembling Mother and Dad,
A thousand new seahorses now galloped away—
Giddy up—giddy up—
The obscurity of sea grass, their new life’s launch pad.
Categories:
hippocampus, birth, family, horse, inspirational
Form:
Narrative
A distinguished rich man went abroad,
Entrusting his slaves with his fortune.
The goal to increase what each had received;
One got five, one got two, one got one.
To augment the master’s great wealth,
The diligent ones worked so hard.
They doubled their goods as best that they could.
But the slack one, alas, was a coward.
Time passed and the master returned
His assets to reclaim on that day.
Well done faithful ones, my esteem you have won.
Wicked slave, you‘re a disgrace, go away.
The master then gave the rewards
To his servants who did loyal deeds.
In the Kingdom they’ll reign, to do more of the same,
And bring blessings to those who give heed.
THE PARABLE OF THE TALENTS Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Holly Hippocampus
Submitted October 3, 2018
Categories:
hippocampus, bible,
Form:
Rhyme