Best Neuronal Poems

Disability, Illness and Fundamentalism

My brother died of Cystic Fibrosis, 
When I was twelve and he fourteen, 
It took away his ambitions, 
To study at Oxford - the pipe organ’s steam. 

I understand being born with a genetic disorder, 
Because I have Cerebral Palsy and sometimes...

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rushing inference, imminent insight
suddenly its clear, a gut feeling
       swooning, reeling,
 cross-connected hemi-sphere
syncopated, reverberated, totally aware

open bi-ways, ahh blue-sky days, making up my mind
synapses shiver, axons quiver, dendrites deliver
'lectrik-neurons fire suddenly in time

aha! aha! oh gawd I see, I...

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                                      In Bed

     ...

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I stand, waiting, out of the dappled sun light.
Listening to the hollow timpani that is my 
stomach, the adrenalin coursing 
through my chest, telling me 'its time'

My neuronal switch 'clicks'. I am no longer
inert, I am hunter. I have smelled the air
and read its menu....

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Ah, luminous white she blooms a deceptive ghost  
lover of dark arts of charisma and night
moon seducer  logic diffuser  defense reducer  
user of dreams  abuser of romance
tempter-serpent twines and vines —
slither noiselessness
vanilla viper she’s a fever teaser
—damn well make you...

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A human anti-neuronal autoantibody against GABAB receptor induces experimental autoimmune agrypnia
Article (PDF Available) in Experimental Neurology 204(2):808-18 · May 2007 with 63 Reads
DOI: 10.1016/j.expneurol.2007.01.012 · Source: PubMed

1st Giovanni Frisullo
37.12 · Catholic University of the Sacred Heart 

2nd Giacomo Della Marca
43.12 · Catholic University of the Sacred Heart...

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Smelly Stuff Absorbed 

There are many words for those excrements that appear on the fabric in
incremental solid and deliquescent motions because ingestion fulfils that
autonomous need to shed ablutions but here I declare ‘Waste not Want not’

Whatever notion ‘**** happens’ frivolously or weighing heavy on one’s...

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Within the mind we are confined;
the body shuts us in.
And sadly sometimes humankind
throughout its thick and thin

has suffered serious disease 
that tests our mortal grip
on evolution’s risky seas
to keep afloat our ship.

These illnesses that sweep the sphere,
pandemics they are called,
can cause our lives to seem...

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Eyes

The neuronal lacework of my brain, 
house of the many mansions of my mind, 
is home to the ghosts of things past; 
secretive phantoms who live in the dark spaces, 
and hide when I look within to see what disturbs 
my present equilibrium.

Like the glimpse...

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This feeling 'without a footprint' haunted me unknowingly,
it had remained hidden much too long
I was hiding behind a mask,
not able to acknowledge or recognise
the smouldering spark, deep inside,
I was living life 
neither dead nor alive.

I felt I did not belong in this world,
I had no...

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I remember only too well
when years ago and once more
the clouds of my mind and soul
hung way below the horizon

pernicious weeds took well to it
infested my brain
grew roots and shooters
obstructed neuronal pathways
and pesticides only seemed
to further all negative growth
and now has come that time again

I...

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The night sea makes the stars ‘my private universe’
And yet, one feels the multitudes gazing the same way
Kneading thoughts of multiverses staring in reverse

Enchantment on daunting dimensions making headway
Inside the rarer paths of hardened real, the surreal
takes on the wild waves that once tore at...

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Brownian motion writ large...
within small medium 
as light brainstorm doth 
hail forth the following poem.

Across the realm of gray matter
slowly percolating within tissue
composed of neuronal, glial 
and endothelial cells, and although 
there must be biological rules 
that determine the numbers 
of cells of each subtype...

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Last night a great heaviness
fell through the roof
dropping like a boat anchor into my dreaming mind.

It was sentient,
a being as hard as steel and massively stupid.
I felt its dumb confusion, its awkward alarm,
I winced as it lumbered around my head-space
crashing into my own startled thoughts
though...

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He'd glimpse her, the peripheral life of her;
she lived in the corner of his eye.
She passed-by, her face and form - tidal, 
a tug on his shore.

Perhaps she was salt for his blood, spice
for nomadic mitochondria
that carried her silks and perfumes,
salts to his earth
when flesh...

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