Best Lobotomized Poems
A knife penetrating through
My layers of sentinels
Mixes the poison
With my blood
Terrorized, lobotomized
I tread the path
Scratching the doors
No one to open
Surrounded by rocks
Bound to be crushed
Vultures pick up the pieces
Spat in disgust
Not hard enough
Could I become
Categories:
lobotomized, anxiety, confidence, emotions, how
Form:
Free verse
They say one only can be wise,
If able to mathematize.
But what really underlies,
Is the failure to alphabetize.
Our numbers are arabicized,
A language to be more precise.
So is everything programmized,
Just language, oversimplified.
So maths freaks, wouldn’t it be wise
To speak in poems, homogenize,
Don’t let us feel lobotomized
Let’s feel the love, romanticize!
***
April 14, 2017
Copyright © Darren White
Categories:
lobotomized, fun, funny, humor, humorous,
Form:
Monorhyme
Clipper Ships
My mother; she wasn’t there any more
Burned away in chemo radiology
Therapy for the incurable
As she lingered for a year
Lobotomized by cancer
But in her dreams she sailed her clipper ships
Sailed away on the mighty Cutty Sark
Indomitable spirit she was
Swayed by the poetry of canvas sails
A sea gull riding to the rigging
Until the coma took her
And us to a three-day hell
As we patiently watched her
Slowly inexorably fade away
Every last breath counted in longer minutes
But she stood bare foot on the deck
The salt washed planking oak wind swept
Beneath the great white wings blown the prow
Her heart pushed aboard the clipper ship
She sailed the proud sea the pride of her fleet
And every last breath in longer and longer minutes
She reached at last the very last
No goodbye, no farewell, just a soft emptying sigh
As at last; she escaped
Leaving us alone in the deathly silent room
Gone
Aye my lads ! She’s a fine grand ship
My mother said
My brothers and I stood gawping on the dock
The finest clipper of the fleet the mighty Cutty Sark
The great masts from which to hang your dreams
And ride the plumes of briny waves
She’s a thousand books of sailor’s tales
With rigging made from the strings of Neptune’s harp
She can sail from one edge of eternity to the next
In crematorium puffs of smoke
And now just ash
White wing gull she rides the slipstream still
Still; she sails her clipper ships
While on holiday in St Austell on the Cornwall coast of England, we saw a great sail ship
cutting through the rough seas. I remember my Mothers eyes were shinning and streaming,
her face a picture of rapture. Later that year she took us all to see The Cutty Sark. A
grand old Clipper dry docked at Greenwich London. I have never seen anyone so enthralled
and enraptured as she was, as we all stood on the deck. From then on paintings and models
of great sail ships frequented every wall and corner of our home. Paintings and photo's of
The Cutty Sark can be found on Google. Take a look sometime if you like, and you'll see
why she fell in love.
Categories:
lobotomized, mothersea, sea,
Form:
Free verse
declawed but not lobotomized
I can still think for myself
I cannot be branded nor categorized
Categories:
lobotomized, analogy,
Form:
Rhyme
What holds us together
has been torn, the unity
of a people split apart.
Both poles have lost
their grip and rupture
into division.
Categories now proliferate
and place each soul
into a labeled box governed
by the ideologue.
Word by word, language
has been commandeered by fear
and threatened with shame.
Good words are put on trial,
stripped of meaning and sentenced
to silence. They sleep in old books
sought out by the apparatchiks
for removal or to be replaced
by neutered covers.
Soon Macbeth will be lobotomized
to reduce the risk of upset.
The grand order has gone mad.
Long lines of citizenry queue
for entry into asylums
now spreading
like shopping malls.
Others won't leave home
and ossify in the safety
of their shuttered rooms.
Meanwhile, to the chants
of a sterilized song,
children skip towards
glittering castles hanging
precariously in thin air,
proud parents happily
clapping them along.
Categories:
lobotomized, identity, political, society,
Form:
Free verse
Long white halls that echo with pain,
Where strait jackets lord and beckon with shame.
The therapy numbs and visits are feared,
You’re sane if you hallucinate here.
Patterns of colour and visions of gold,
Prophecy of end-times and things to behold.
Voices from the dead, alive in your head,
Where Lucid dreams are far from your bed.
Back to reality, therapy time,
Dragged through the chaos of psychotic minds.
The ECT a daily chore,
The result of looking through that door.
Brought back to a place in your youth,
Where the fantasies are induced.
Is it real? it seems so real!
Then a bolt from the blue has the Reaper revealed.
Cold hands grab your skull to wake you,
The Cuckoo’s nest now seems too true.
Your world becomes lobotomized,
There’s no one now behind those eyes.
Drifting like the drifting of a tune,
Back to your world that makes you swoon.
No telling what’s real anymore,
Just hallucinate and ignore.
Categories:
lobotomized, angst, mysteryworld,
Form:
Rhyme
The government’s been lobotomized
The left and right’s too polarized
The media has us hypnotized
All the topsoil’s getting sterilized
What have we gotten ourselves into?
Nobody’s talking face to face
They need a computer interface
If we keep going at this pace
There won’t be no more human race
What have we gotten ourselves into?
I humbly propose a clean solution
We don’t need to change the Constitution
No need to make no contribution
Just start a grass roots revolution
Stop being the problem and be the solution
If you don’t know what’s going on, WAKE UP!
If Big Brother’s doing wrong, SPEAK UP!
If someone’s hurting someone, STAND UP!
Be a participant in life, not a critic, not a spectator.
Someday when you’re old and gray
You might look back fondly on today
Was it the day you chose a better way
Or was it just like any other day
To change the world, change yourself first and expand from there.
Start a grass roots revolution.
Categories:
lobotomized, america, angst, change, conflict,
Form:
Lyric
Nascent thought provoking
threads flit to and fro
unseen solitary pinball wizard
cavalierly fiddles indiscriminately
leveraging outcome
silently holistic thought fragments
strewn staccoto scattershot
attenuated blitzkrieg
brain storm saturates,
par for course sandtrap engulfs,
chaos reverberates within
besieged cerebral corridor,
quotidian mental onslaught
spurns refugee exodus,
psychological ploy asper viable coping
function forgoes figurative
foothold toe tully forfeited
tenuous grasp slips forcing migration,
Sans psychotic shrapnel
clefts emotional well being,
without rhyme or reason
sense and sensibility rent asunder
rational, overall logical
modus operandi quashed
dealt fatal savage thrust
soundless insanity relentlessly pounds
fifty plus shades gray matter
noiselessly bombarding
lofty craft cognitive faculty atelier
strafed emotional rescue
relegated to twilight zone
outer limits house barbed bereft ken
dolled, hallowed, and lobotomized
mined kempf desecrated sacred reliquary
orbits like a neurological asteroid belt
Self healing fragments repelled
despite fervent application grounded
evincing proof of positive thinking
courtesy Norman Vincent Peale
fore gone conclusion crowning
accursed albatross gussied as SPD
(schizoid personality disorder)
undefeated champ decamping forever
within noggin of this mortal male
til death do me part!
Categories:
lobotomized, 11th grade, 12th grade,
Form:
Light Verse
Upon the sheen a shine is shone
In the glen, the glow is gone
In places, picking and poking fun
At races, the rockin, rollin run
Sits the dark, in dank despair
Blows the breeze, begone, beware
Chewing cud a curdled cow
Mews the monkey a cat’s meow
Grooks and Geese agree to grow
Short and shorter by saying so
The rain, the rhyme the rolling pin
Here and there and back again
Nonsense nestled noggin wise
Brain is baked, lobotomized
© Jul 5 2010 For Deb's "Anything Goes" contest
Categories:
lobotomized, on writing and words
Form:
Couplet
Written: May 23, 2024, For Charlotte Puddifoot Contest
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Always hear hollering hellhounds, yet nothing close, nobody home,
Paranoia, psychosis, schizophrenia, ponder lacked lucidity, pleaching, poohing...
Haggard horrors haunt house vapid vacuous voices vision vortex brain echolalia blizzard blurred,
Tongue-tied thesis tumbling thioridazine fragmented far-fetched foolish.
Calling a crisis center schizoid living outward echoing elusive illicit improper illusions,
Covert contact, surreptitiously scrambled temporal touch twisted, crazy confusion,
Crushed stone stillness devours daylight dubious demons daring devastation temped talking back
Lurking, leering, licentious, catatonic, gloom, diabolical hostility Asymmetry alien attack,
A hebephrenic sponge spotted sapidity, created from amorphous stardust
Spiritual medium anathematizes purest spirit, holy sight scrupulousness
Highly sensitive slip-hold around ethereal auric field questing for quetiapine quiddity,
Seraphic spirit shined with cyan mystical majesty under full light lavender moon,
Quid pro quo, eugenic resile lobotomized deflated phosphorescent schizophrenia
Ignoring magnificent mind suffered puerile mental wellness, without grasp: why!
Categories:
lobotomized, inspirational, mental health,
Form:
Free verse
You want me to sympathize,
betrayal blatant in your eyes,
I can see through your disguise,
treachery is no surprise.
All you do is criticize,
expect me to apologize,
I'm sick of living with your lies,
you, who cannot compromise.
The way you look may mesmerize,
some may even idolize,
a master, when you improvise,
one more soul you'll victimize.
Your followers lobotomized,
helpless and disorganized,
your answer is to sexualize,
the Queen Bee in her bogus hive.
©Danielle White
Categories:
lobotomized, allegory, girlfriend-boyfriend, parodymay, me,
Form:
Monorhyme
Written: December 28, 2023
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flounder in fictional field
—squeals and squeaks
Whimpers and growls
Sylphic swaying,
of flames spewing,
inwardly throbbing
of my nostril
lobotomized cosmic orbs.
scent of cinnamon
and coral on a rosary
interlaced of aurulent rimes.
Shrouded your burgundy &
coniferous ravines
loop of vitality
& unbearable redemption
in spanning eons,
ineffable wonder cradled
by melodic hums and buzzes
of lazy heat
and whistles of pitches
of endless hymns
echoes of choral chants
sung by soloists.
black ravens croaking,
like peals of doom
dewy allelomorphs
with waft-aloft wings
angels of ethereal whisper
of thunder,
that rang deafeningly
through the crevices,
of anodal motion
scurrilous loci
modeled as diploid.
Categories:
lobotomized, analogy, appreciation, bereavement,
Form:
Free verse
Blistering drought assembles vacant sun stroke’s radiance
An empty solar ray’s destruction leaves waxing shadows of a doubt
Jennifer’s mental wheel chair is leaking slimy midnight oil
A candle burnt at both ends struggles like thundering whiplash
Metastases have bound her ice-cold soul and vacant mind
Malignant growth revels in cachectic apathy like frosty fire
Passion torched and skinned alive dwells raw in molten agony
Her soul eclipsed fragmented memories have replaced
Once vibrant sparkles suffocated and deprived of joy
Neoplastic gloom’s surrender has high-jacked myriads of love
Lonely lacerations have captured her Self and World and Future
Metastases conform on auto pilot inhabited by grief sadness sorrow
She feels lobotomized but the surgeon’s knife cannot dissect
The hollow solid growth of malignant cantankerous co-optation
For when the topic of her cancer strikes the cure evades salvation
At times the scorching heat unleashes flashing floods of tenterhooks
Incinerates the one remaining hope that terminal means lasting Peace
Environments are feeble though and as she grasps Pandora’s box
Boards falling rapids lets go and meanders to a novel solar system
Evening settles evermore again as Jennifer settles for a rising moon
29th May 2019
Categories:
lobotomized, depression,
Form:
Free verse
Nother round of fun at hospital. I was x-rayed, y-rayed, cat-scanned, dog-
scanned, sun tanned, lobotomized, hypnotized, capitalized, cross eyes. All copd
and heart failure again. no sleep 4-5 days. didn't eat for 3. just couldn't breathe.
c'est la' vie. it's the way it is, and gotta grin and bear it. Later'.
Categories:
lobotomized, adventure, health, life,
Form:
Bio
Knowing Love When You Find It!
Is love a nectar, random taste for candy bars,
Or gem so rarely found you’d dare a trip to Mars?
Do sweetness, rareness, beauty own their light or wane?
Might wiser pilgrim’s paths reward with subtler gain?
To young, some fun that’s shared suggests one way to go.
But dining out and fancy cars are more like snow
That melts, sublimes with time, could fade without a trace,
Still moisture sparks new growth – a rose could take its place!
Experience grows souls and often strikes sweet chords!
Self-patience and all kindness - fertilize rewards!
Love’s more revealed, lobotomized, by owning things?
‘Love’ gravitates to rich? That’s rich! If she wears rings,
But man’s nose pierced, is ‘love’ more staple bought and sold
Both settle for (and call it ‘Love’)? That seems less gold,
More brass to me. ‘Security’ sires’ Poverty?”
Who’s Slave, who’s Boss? I doubt that Solomon could see!
Do friendships’ disappointments prove no friend exists?
Goal’s loss (can LOVE be ‘failure?’) means no one gets kissed?
All ‘effort’ is sufficient! Each dream owns its weight!
Our SIN’s God’s failure, or ‘THE PATH’ to Heaven’s Gate?
Is love defined by what I’ve said so far, you think?
Is love more venal truth than poetry gives ink?
We’re slaves, enslave! Who thwarts temptation without end?
Who bends his knee to Christ, gives life to save a friend?
Might ‘humble one,’ a sinner, know more peace, in fact,
Than ‘loving one’ who dreams return with every act?
Your ‘gift’ (to let Him in) is how you know you’re loved
God’s servant to potential! ‘Soul’ is never gloved!
Long Tooth
August 26th in 2019
Categories:
lobotomized, friendship, love,
Form:
Rhyme