Best Oblongata Poems
WE . . . NOT FRUSTRATED
Those whose mouth speak and ooze
Only fire of a voluble vibrating vocabulary
Those whose sin is just speaking for others
In order for their other orders not to be ordered
Those whose lives were almost snuffed
Away by the ordered ultra-fascists gangsters
Those whose words sparkles only fire
To fire the unfired spirits into burn- fires
Those whose political jargons-renditions
Send thousands frenzy for action
Those whose offence is probing beyond
The nostril above their faces
Those who are ostracized for louding the truth
Above the speaker of the U and I garden
These
Are those my bird flock together with
During the day in search of the night
I among those given heavy knock on
The head for these inequities known only to them
I among those who are painted in stinker Toga
Of Miscreants, Disgruntled elements,…
I among those placed on a four season wheel-chair
With a gun powder explosion underneath
But
For them their son that strike the cheek of a Porter
More thunderous a slap to be queried nor be punished
For them their sons and daughters whose oblongata
Remains blank but full of giraffe and chips in the exams
For them their stooges that converse with guns and goons
For them that smile with axes, guns, daggers . . .
To strike, shoot and maim others
For them their anchors that knows nothing but something
For out of their nothing lies violence and blood
For they speaketh nor write
For them their boys they present a golden plate of honour
Found worthy in learning and character
Doomed to become menace to the society
For we . . . remain resolute
For we . . . not frustrated
For we . . . not cowed
For we . . . unperturbed
For we shall uphold the pillar of truth
Until our struggle shall beam light en route the tunnel
Alayande Stephen .T
12th February,2006
11.28am
Conceptualised after my four semester rustication
Verdict by Prof.Bamiro UI VC led SDC in
University of Ibadan on the 31st of January,2006.
A Promise to myself to refire the struggle not to retire.
Categories:
oblongata, devotion, faith, inspirational, peoplefire,
Form:
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
Categories:
oblongata, cool,
Form:
Acrostic
The sphere of influence influenced me spherically
With no core
Left brained hemisphere confused
Like right handed athlete
Co-ordination on my medulla-oblongata
Peripheral nervous system shuttered down
As cranial nerves refused to send impulses
Failure to interpretation on my cerebrum
Lead to my confusion.
Response
Categories:
oblongata, confusion,
Form:
Must I hear the word "cool "one more time
Blaring from movies, TV in a time called prime
The only thing prime about prime time TV
Is its effort to seek out just how annoying it can be
Words like COOL, SEXY, TEENAGER are like the
itch of a flea
Proving the media have a lexicon of vocabularies
Small as a headhunter's shrunken dried up trophies
They'll sometimes stretch words in an oblongata
Such as cool rhyming with KULL, KOO-ULL , it
doesn't matter
There are commercials foisted on watchers of the
tube
Expounded in sincerity by some whey-faced boob
Calling on issues like curing failure to perform an
animal urge
But animals would shake heads that on this people
splurge
Its quite clear now why Elvis once blew up a TV
Things that are shown do cause urges real as these
After this act of destruction of a TV takes place
It might cause a payback one did not anticipate
The small glass pieces on the floor begin shouting
loud as can be
SEXY, KULL ,KOO-ULL, TEENAGER they scream
endlessly
Don't you know that's their only vocabularEE?
Categories:
oblongata, allusion, fantasy, feelings, funny,
Form:
Couplet
IS THAT A TRIVIAL TRIFLE OR A RIFLE?
Weightless
Weightless while watching ripples row their way across a wading pool
A pool that portended peace
A peaceful pool in the coolness of a kiss in springtime
A scene of serenity
Weightless
Thinking
Unblinking
Sinking into a pool of my own
A pool of thought
Caught somewhere between actuality and a playground in Poughkeepsie
And the thought occurs to me
No longer a blur to me
But crystal clear
As I consider the word “trivia” as in those trivia games people play
One might choose to say that I have a dispute with “Trivial Pursuit”
Well for just a moment or two let’s examine, explore, expose and exhume if you will
The meaning of the word “trivia”
Now I don’t own a dictionary, nor does anyone nearby
But as far as I can tell
The root word of “trivia” is trivial
As in unimportant, inconsequential, insignificant, and most notably
Trifling
And so I’m rifling through the attics and dungeons of my medulla oblongata
And I gotta say, in reference to these trivial games
No matter how convivial the participants are
I’m not spending hours being asked frivolous questions
And hearing petty answers
Answers that may be wrong or right
And thus to be edified and educated by the inconsequential
Meaning, in essence, of no consequence to anyone
At anytime
In any place
But that’s just my opinion
Coming from someone who comes dangerously close to being labeled a fool
Weightless
Weightless while watching water in a wading pool
Floating
And noting the trivial and trifling
© 2012…copyright…PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~
Categories:
oblongata, angst,
Form:
Quatrain
.
A “
Light
Aflame
Alight on
A note on- “Brahmarandhra”:-
An aperture in the crown- in our head
In acupressure is referred as- the point GV 20
For Fixing the mind in Dharana is one of the place
The other place is Heart; a lotus, flame, deity or Self
is imagined there. After this focus one should meditate
Between the eyebrows …there lies another vital point
~ Often referred as Third Eye: Is the Place of Thalamus
Pair of Eyes take in light mages are formed in cortex
There is also Amigdyla Like a pair of headphones
Brain operates controls life. Breath, Senses, Regulate
There’s a mechanism in there A circuitry put in place
Our senses travel by thirteen no. Cranial nerves C1-13
The cranial nerves meet At Pons Medulla oblongata
as bulge on flower stalk, pea size In our Mid-Brain
Pair of Eyes~ Speech~ Our Ears ~
Sight locked. Tongue is Stay open
On tip of nose Upturned Can’t shut
Sets a posture Lock onto Nor flap ears
Balancing breath. The palette Yet hearing stops
Inbreath- outbreath In Balance. When in deep sleep
In Jainism, Tradition. Deep Sleep is Meditation
In Kayotsarga - Fourth Turiya Is our true nature -
The bridge on. Beyond Awake, Sleep, Dreamless sleep
Upper lip is key. Beyond Jagrat-Sushupta-Swapna , .the Triad
To keep the focus. The constant in the CNS Central Nervous System
Loci of meditation; 1Exit point: Brahmarandhra. 2.in the cavern in heart
The mouth, the lips, the tongue, the speech, taste, hearing, touch organs
Keeping the senses on hold Connect to Brahmarandhaa, crown on head
Brahmarandhara: Gateway; Life exits through this point upon death.
.
Categories:
oblongata, analogy, assonance,
Form:
Concrete
Losing her soul to the whirlwind
Her spirit stolen by rainstorm
Body of her became a sacrifice
To the turbulent blizzard.
Once upon a soul mate
We both danced in the day
And we have both thrust
Our feet together in the dark
I had thought
I was the only key to her heart
Until I met the door I left clogged opened
My luggage packed outside in the rain.
I knocked the door endlessly
Still under the bashing of
A heavy clatter of water from the above
Visibly shaking, fidgeting
Like a lost pullet with no mother
I heard a heavy laughter from within
I peeped through the window
Nothing in sight to behold
In my world, rain stopped
To me alone, it was no longer raining
Heat came over me from within
My head ran fast as I became hot
Is she inside all the while?
Has somebody replaced me?
No, rang through my medulla oblongata
Basking in the effusive
Hymns of “forever together”
“Bad thought of a bad dream”
I chorused to ‘self
The masculine laughter reverberated
With a ugly but husky voice
This time accompanied by a very
Feeble but familiar sonorous voice
Playing the Juliet to the Romeo’s laughter
I am dead, I’m finished
My soul mate, now soul lost?
Life stared at me without a sire
Alayade Stephen T.
20th of June 2007
03.52pm
NB-Written in Iba,(Ayos) in the house with me,
Expecting a Mary, and Izobo daughter.
Categories:
oblongata, angst, devotion, hope, love,
Form:
Free verse
“ GOD … How I Appreciate The Complexities ! … “
I Appreciate The Intricate, Just-So, Subtleties
The Intellectual Nuances and Imposed Perfunctories
That Separates Our Minds, From The Minds Of Beasts …
… Oh, The Ingeniousness of Thinking Abilities
This Superconductor of Sanctioned-Sensitivities
Where The Human Mind Can Reach, Celestial-Journeys
Even Beyond Our Mental-Mortal Capacities
Beyond … The Grasp of Dark and Grey Matter
Beyond … A Storage Tank and Brain-Storm Gathered
Beyond … Sweet Alice and A Mad-Hatter
Beyond … ThunderDome, and What Happens In Latter
Beyond … Neurons and A Neurotic-Mass
Beyond … ‘We’ve Got Some Nerve-Ending’ Synapse
And Just Like There’s More To See, Than What Cameras Snap
There’s More To Our Minds, Than Biology Can Map
How Could One Admire Computer-Technology
And Not Marvel At Our Medula-Oblongata System-logy
Our Minds, Are A Megaplex of Individualities
A Mall of Momentous Ideals and Marble Column Libraries
… We, Are Not Matrix, Nor Mere Routine-Machines
We, Are Not Droids, nor Drones … We Can Live Our Dreams
‘ HE ’ Programmed ‘Choice’ into Us, And Gave Us Dignities
So, “A Mind Is A Terrible Thing To Waste”, In Stupidities …
We, Are Not Robotic-Puppets, But of Genetic-Construct
… Dust, DNA-Stairway, 3-D, and Divine-Spark-Struck
We Can Be Psychotic, Without Aware-Antibiotics and Self-Destruct
But Note, That A ‘Thought’, Does Not Evolve, Without ‘An Instruct’
( … and Guess What, Man-Maze … Really, Neither Did Us ! … )
… Oh, How I Appreciate the Concise Design (Like A Human Battery)
Its Purpose, Possibilities and Activities, (even allows this Poetry)
I Appreciate The Connections Affixed in Each of The Holy Spirit-Surgeries ( Ps. 139: 13-16 )
But Most Of All, I Appreciate Being Made … In YOUR Imagery … ( Gen. 1: 26, 27 )
Categories:
oblongata, allegory, computer-internet, dedication, devotion,
Form:
Light Verse
IS THAT A TRIFLE OR A RIFLE?
waiting
Weightless
weight less than a pound
Weightless while watching ripples row their way across a wading pool
A pool that portended peace
A peaceful pool in the coolness of a kiss in springtime
A scene of serenity
Weightless
Thinking
Unblinking
Sinking into a pool of my own
A pool of thought
Caught somewhere between actuality and a playground in Poughkeepsie
And the thought occurs to me
No longer a blur to me
But crystal clear
As I consider the word “trivia” as in those trivia games people play
One might choose to say that I have a dispute with “Trivial Pursuit”
Well for just a moment or two let’s examine, explore, expose and exhume if you will
The meaning of the word “trivia”
Now I don’t own a dictionary, nor does anyone nearby
But as far as I can tell
The root word of “trivia” is trivial
As in unimportant, inconsequential, insignificant, and most notably
Trifling
And so I’m rifling through the attics and dungeons of my medulla oblongata
And I gotta say, in reference to these trivial games
No matter how convivial the participants are
I’m not spending hours being asked frivolous questions
And hearing petty answers
Answers that may be wrong or right
And thus to be edified and educated by the inconsequential
Meaning, in essence, of no consequence to anyone
At anytime
In any place
But that’s just my opinion
Coming from someone who comes dangerously close to being labeled a fool
Weightless
Weightless while watching water in a wading pool
Floating
And noting the trivial and trifling
© 2012…copyright…PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~
Categories:
oblongata, angst,
Form:
Free verse
Your typical cerebrum below reasoning,
Intriguers my gray matter without questioning
While the white matted and mutating to black,
Tissues, I can never use to wipe away my tears.
Your cerebellum activate optimum hatred
Credits my connective tissues with a damaged elastin
The dominant recession of synapses executes work of neurons
Your phenomenal mind associates its knowledge of me with the phenotype
Opposed to the responsibility of a trait, invisibly to sights…
My typical medulla oblongata,
Grasp of its response is between your manhood
From your actions, admirable food
Yet I still insist for us to reach the end
The ultimatum I can’t even comprehend
Infatuated with anger from what you still condescend
And my request remain naked my friend,
Let this lust end.
Let this end,
For your cerebrum to reason with your effects
For my lobes and involuntary doings to suit my emotions
For your thoughts to know me no more
For my heart to love you no more
To make these the last days of my fun,
The final introspection, last days.
Categories:
oblongata, anger, deep, feelings, love,
Form:
Free verse
Zeus mythical bastard son of Aesop wives tales
Y-chromosomes missing their synthetic teat surrogacy
Xanthium baby mamas getting the cash subsidy breed
Wisdom being parceled for fine print lab resale
Vector the hidden message unto the teeming masses
Upload the darklit parables into the UB-Human Library of Knowledge
Terminate the download when the cerebral taste the visceral foliage
Savor the vision seen thru the cobalt-colored glasses
Re-ignite the mushroom fumes that peyote control your sight
Quench the mescal plumes that lead thoughts astray
Poison potent paste mixed into the meld mystic fray
Opioid seduction grandeur hastens the falling of the midnight
Now twice emptied be the cup of curiosity
Mental elevation got a bio-kill switch at the base of operations
Low-key delivery of medulla oblongata empirical observations
Kaph hour issues no Id epiphany reprieve
Jah displeasure of neural experimental perversions
Improvident beta blockers stop higher ideas FreeWilly trafficking
Humanist philosophy take the low, woe road to thought patrolling
Genome mutation randomly conceive godly reasons
Fork tongue entities are not given to know eternal unchanging truths
Ever evolving cosmological theories of birth uncertainty
Draconian measures taken to promote X $piritual levity
Catatonic figures lack the imagination investigation desires for proof
Breathing doubt of the omnipotent heavenly design shown in plain sight
Ancient stories of miracles told to those not given to know left from right
Categories:
oblongata, spiritual, truth, visionary, wisdom,
Form:
ABC
Let me break it down,
ghetto-wise ...
from a penny to a dollar
Intellectual property
is owned by a cosmic entity,
known as God
A heavenly voice from above
has infinity echoed:
Trust not in clay sod
Don’t trespass
the Sol tertiary boundary
This immutable rule
is so blood simple ...
Blue-green rock elementary
From a peso to a yen,
averse to change is gospel foreign
Embrace mental exchange ...
This is so neural net elemental —
co-efficient expansion
is your medulla oblongata obligation
It’s time to examine
your Adam-to-Eve aorta spatial relation
Is the gaseous phase
getting asteroid nebular clear,
or is the galactic haze
expanding your molecular fear?
Don’t let the black hole gutter
be your permanent entropy atmosphere
Devil is in the details,
seems your kinetic effort is in arrears
Co-efficient expansion never takes less,
it don’t do vow contraction
A love quantum algorithm ...
leap of faith
is always a variable decision
Did the upgrade message get thru
the void background noise?
Has the stupid gravity of dark matter
anti-unity been squashed
on the ghetto asphalt?
From a yuan to a pence,
what amount of exponential growth
has your
understanding underwent?
Have the spiritual error compounds
been sufficiently H2O,
tear baptismal broken down?
Categories:
oblongata, metaphor, muse, science, wisdom,
Form:
Free verse
Eyes untangles the twining nodes of your blouse
Exposing nectar factories that taunt naughty minds
As their mouths leak the righteous nudity of their oblongata
Their hands stay restless while their nostrils sniff your underwear
Pseudopodia protrudes between your two legs
As rain shadows form behind your eyes
With each and every pulse
Silent cries of pain follows
While their hearts jeers with excitement
And their bodies shriek and wriggle
To the sweetness of your pain
To one by one destruction comes
As their pseudopods are dipped Into the volcanoes of cold fire
Because they understood not what wisdom meant
When she mentioned that a tree falls only to where it leans
Because HIV now cheers in their veins
AIDS is real guys-be careful where you lean
Categories:
oblongata, abuse, anger, health, imagery,
Form:
Imagism
THE HUNGRY VOTERS.
At the moment like that one, no voter(s) can call(s) a spade not a spade,
Because the voted man has become the ‘I don’t care ruler’,
No listening, not even attentive to society hazardous,
But his busy selfishness makes things go astray,
Wonderful enough!
His last night television news said
‘our economy is rapidly growing from zero to hero’.
‘We don’t care’ the hungry voters said so,
when they met the civilized voted man who calls bribe ‘a thankful gift’.
But the ethical Doctor has written in his non existence book
‘Leaders are sick of ethical kwashiorkor,
unknown serious admitted patients,
ready to paints black the very white standing truth’.
(Hungry voters)
ran to the rock hill and raised their voice again
‘an empty stomach never stops to blows for gain’,
An empty stomach?
Yes,
the hungry voters still ask for fingers accountability and not hand cash.
These thin men with bright medulla oblongata,
firmly want their voted man to hates bribe and its allies,
and
not to sell the state estate for the consideration of a cursed coffee cup.
Beautiful song of public interest was sang,
by these old children while supported by old boys and girls,
who upkeeps the state interest first.
State emergency day was announced,
the voted man has surprised with these bright hungry men,
driving a bullet proof car to the rock hill
so as to meet his hungry voters,
But misdirected himself by promising unqualified promises to everyone,
that,
he will buy the gold comets to every voter,
so that hungry will dead and gone.
But they came to jail his lips when they said loudly
‘we are not hungry of food and water but we are hungry of justice, transparency and accountability’.
They still marched forward,
until when the voted man resigned hopelessly and left the state to the ‘Voters’ Man’.
Who started a big ethical revival and reformation to all who lead.
Nothing was good before because the state was stinking
as everything even roads,
rivers,
and trees were stinking bribe,
unrighteousness,
corruption, selfishness and all evils you know.
Categories:
oblongata, corruption, inspirational, recovery from,
Form:
Free verse
An idol thought ...
A pair of worn gym shoes was sold for $1.47 million
Those appraised, prized puppies
were formerly Space toe Jam possessed
by a famous athlete
Bet cha’ that wealthy person ain’t buying
a pair of used, musty sneakers
of skid row quality
A dumpster sale item,
which once belonged on the po’ feet
of a homeless, societal discard
That bum rubber smell
won’t Fido fetch
a fraction of the celeb garage sale price
It Scholl must-y be garbage nice
to be so stinkin’ rich
Getting good foot-to-fanny finance advice
Mmm Oblongata observation of the auction absurd
10-26-21
Categories:
oblongata, allusion, humorous, money, wisdom,
Form:
Light Verse