Best Ovary Poems
Wanna make a baby?
Here's how it goes....
The ***** enters the vagina.
Then out comes a flow.
Meanwhile from the ovary,
down the fallopian tube.
A tiny egg is swimmimg
and plops into the uterine lube.
After a fierce battle
the fastest sperm wins.
Brakes through the egg's shell.
Then multiplication in ovum begins.
Oxygen and nutrients flow
through the umbilical cord.
From after birth on uterine wall.
Or placenta as it's sometimes called.
A little baby is growing fast.
Nine months to be exact.
The womb then contracts.
These are the facts.
Out pops a baby...
Simple as that!
Categories:
ovary, baby, birth, blessing,
Form:
Verse
I bridged the chasm and entered ambiguous halls
Climbed over barbed fences inside my mind's walls
To glimpse the core of how men and women relate
Among flowering vines behind the garden gate.
Within a flower is both gamete and stigma
As semen to ovary - what an enigma!
Nestled deep in my breast, I hear a sultry voice,
"Which would I be if I'd been given the choice?"
I am content with my life in a single ilk
I give in to the urge to wear lace and silk
A little more mascara and blush on my face
I desire to be a lady with charm and grace
I wear jeans and boots, shorten the length of my hair
But some days high heels are what I choose to wear
Two halves of one heart, beating in rhythmic sync
Twins in one body but both sharing the same link
One set of footprints I leave on a virgin shore
I know who I am, but sometimes yearn for more
I'm searching for what lies behind the waterfall
The answer discovered when I hear my siren call
One foot in each of two very different worlds
Climbing trees like boys with painted nails of a girl
When asked my favorite color, I always say it's blue
But I'm also partial to pinks in pastel shades and hue.
I search my thoughts to see if gendering is mental
Knowing I'm more the damsel, not frail but gentle
When my psyche roars like a lion, I can repress
the savage beast in me when I wear a pretty dress
In kindred thoughts my anima/animas keep in touch
I respect my masculine inflection, but not too much
I don't saunter like a guy. I'm not one of them
My hips sway like a girl, so cherchez la femme.*
*Cherchez la femme is a French phrase which literally means "look for the woman."
Categories:
ovary, appreciation, gender,
Form:
Rhyme
observing men define feminism ~ my ovaries roll
Categories:
ovary, for her, poets, women,
Form:
Monoku
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Among watching forbidden archangels saunter sullen paths
I reflect mandragoras through evanescent gleams of orrery elegies,
whirling into significant distraught dizain stanzas of my obsidian paint
in halcyon hopes my expressive ekphrasis will bloom alongside aureate tulips.
Under opal moons shading dozens of writhing languid lavenders of mauve,
a hushing zephyr cuddles lost villanelle verses of my nocturne lilt heart
shaping obsidian thorns of withering torment into eloquent paradelles
gifting me picturesque promises of prospering ovary triumph over obsidian odes.
O, how I dream vermillion serenade reveries of idyllic illusions
whilst pouring out serpentine verses in poise patterns of bewitching ballads,
perhaps yearning celestine fantasies to be painted in aureate ruby recognition
are as asking one to grasp glazing pearl stars under an elixir eclipse.
Upon scrolling night's interrogating introspective sighs of myrrh melodies
I refocus labyrinthine lilacs of drizzling determination through ethereal epics,
for it is through periwinkle poetry I've learned to set palindromes forward
and through vignette vellichor musings I'll leap amethyst acrostics.
~
Categories:
ovary, dream, inspiration, introspection, lost,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
the land of the free
except for that ovary~
a ten thousand dollar finders fee
***
Categories:
ovary, abortion, america, money, women,
Form:
Monorhyme
Accepting aloneness, incomplete solitude, imperfect rest. The garden
wasted, pumpkin patch planted late, potatoes untasted left in ground.
A thousand email addresses, each unique represents a flame of
passion, compassion, desperation or depression. To understand, to know's
impossible. It is therefore only reasonable to observe the shadows
on the mountain, the actions of the dreamer which tell us something,
little, nothing of his dream. It's a simple secret shared,
longevity. The half breed John Russell says it right, the
date and place don't matter, dry desert or cold mountainside,
lush bottomland, soulless or hospitable, contagious hospital.
The best laugh's death's, a perfect escape, perfect error, perfect
rest. Their solicitude's unnecessary, grief is temporary, life goes on,
you go under, underemployed, the undertaker's never unemployed.
Forensics prove an ovary with two chambers, ovule adnate to the funicle.
Categories:
ovary, death, depression, dream, garden,
Form:
Verse
A wet dirty pig shares mat with the king
to a pregnant whore, a priest is the cause
for days, man wears an old woman's stained string
mouth-sucks the pus out of Dog's wound, because
on-demand pleasure to both, it will bring
like twin siblings in unholy intercourse
pierced all round the face are hundred large rings
putting the exposed skin under a curse
freedom of expressions leads to bravery
making morals go out of season
decency tamed with a shrinking ovary
for every deed, there's no need for a reason
even this message and its delivery
is now considered human rights treason.
Categories:
ovary, life, spoken word,
Form:
Sonnet
I have a thing for an alluring beauty,
Such a marvelous view to pursue,
I tend to worship in appreciation,
And today I will come beneath you,
In desire of your sincerity, I insist,
Tonight I will color your world beautifully blue.
Mention me in your prayers,
Say something unscripted,
For I have a mind lost in lust,
Will you mend my faith tonight?
Will you blossom upon my face?
Cause today I want to bring your beauty to light.
Let me kneel and prostrate to you,
Let I, not wonder what the naysayers say,
Tonight I will worship you-
And drink from your throne,
I will drop my face in it-
As I proceed to satisfy my need.
Let me bequeath my flavor upon you,
And taste your heavenly nectar,
As I stick my tongue in your petal,
Moistening your pink pistil -
Oh today I will reveal my weakness,
And lick your ovary like a southern salamander.
Categories:
ovary, addiction, appreciation, beautiful, beauty,
Form:
Blank verse
The trip was worth all of the diffulculties that we esperienced in arriving to gran'nny
house, such as first the day my dad left us, and then mama telling grannie that she was
examine by a specialist in NYC for ovary cancer and that the test were possitive. Saddly
mama was scared that she needed surgery and then my two aunts...Brenda & San-san
came to Jacksonville to support her during her ordeal. And at the hospital there were
prayers and crying during the procedure and momma came out just find, O'K !!! For-real
for-real..{!!}.. About three months later john-boy took seriously ill and was rush to the
emergency room and the doctors amitted him immediatedly into the intensive care ward,
andso for weeks and more prayers john-boy was diagnoised with a case of walking pnu-
moniea and he is sick guite often, but God does answer prayers and soon he is back to his normal self and is driving the nurces crazy and they all just luv's him. "But as soon as
the lil raskel is home again.." Grann-nie is the one now in the hospital and once again they are at the hospital to be with her my aunts..(brenda and sandra) arrives and were
crying quite ferriously when they were told that she has a stroke and her heart was weak. So they were in the Cafe at the hospital and me and my cousin Destiniee were
alone in the room with our gran-ma and she is trying to be strong for us, but her angel
has arrived as she say to me. "{Lil} Wesley take good care of your mother and you too
destinie-ee and don't drive your Mom's...Crazy..(??).."
Because where I am going__________"there is..No room for Crybabie's..???.."
Categories:
ovary, black african american, inspirational,
Form:
Rhyme
Kept in a bowl
Muscles attached to skin
With minimal control
We move a bit if we swim
It's important we keep our organs in line
Lungs, heart and intestines
Once I. Had an ovary move out of place
I knew because it floated right by my face
We breathe and we survive
We eat and even poop
Not much quality in our lives
As human soup
Osteoporosis, if only we'd known,
Would leave us as puddles,
How I miss my lovely bones
Categories:
ovary, appreciation, body, health, humanity,
Form:
Free verse
Signature
Append the seal on the opening glee
Of performance agog with clapping drums,
The cylindrical bell calling to spirituous mundi
Screaming flew about in the air;
Perched on ears
And pecked on fertile hearts,
Consider not the frightened feet
Aching at commencement,
Wind to experiment, explore and applied
The agility in acrobatic anger
Of stretching sweating flesh,
Rhythmical muscles drawn vein taut
To the last drop of dew,
Hoofs prancing, prancing and prancing!
Ejaculating on the polished wood
With a millionth impregnated marbles spread tentacles,
Atomic spermatozoa bombast the uterus
Colonized the ovary and eke out
Inside, the embryonic yokes;
Suspended by clear albumen,
Fetal poles march strength with fallopian tubes,
Cavity swallowed them into humid sac
Plush pollen grains into zygotes
Springing anew buds in May,
Conceive earthlings with several asking branches
A lot of libraries;
A particular slanted eyeball
Began rumbling belch, lightening guffaw and thundering hiccup,
Tugging at umbilical chords,
Breathe knocking placenta on the head
And efflux out of the duress,
Spectra Butterflies flagging multi-coloured limbs
Faculty spiraling, twirling and tossing on elastic trunk,
Laser flashing touches swam in oceanic atmosphere,
Eager ritual leap of the gods,
Dagger usher out from scabbard
Plunge into dimple ample
Tip oozes indigo gore,
Sources of springing magenta
Began the back and forth stabbing,
Scribbling on the whitish flesh
Ink on tones of barks, bereft,
Spat spittle connived, reed shook together
Vein drawn to bursting,
Adaptation to suit thumb and forefinger
Pour the concoction, pour on the root.
Categories:
ovary, work
Form:
Free verse
So we matured, mama, but, it feels that we are still ever-lasting and it seems,
That time smoothes, levels out our movements but it sharpens our faces and our whims
We’re no longer gun powder and honey, but stone paving as in Europe we’ve seen
Beautiful children, mama so you know, already have new beautiful children.
We like taking pictures of them in favorable light under shady linden
Life’s smarter than the living, that’s clear after one third of the way to the pilgrim.
All that scared me in childhood is now like a fat guy with ukulele absurd,
Even indicators of future decay are clear and law-governed, not blurred
It’s scary not to die young, mama, but, you see, it tourns out I’m not that rare bird.
I am now everything in one – Jackie Chan and Santa Claus,
My occupation is nothing, mama, but structuring chaos.
All I’m developing, mama, is the skill of holding a pause.
I am no zero mark anymore, no young ovary, no cheeky nestling
It’s “young ovaries” now that stare at me with jealousy as if I am king.
In simple people I give rise to hatred, to complicated jealousy clings.
What about happiness, mama? It is all result of seductives or toxins.
For me it is this feeling I get at night in a taxi quite often, it seems,
When crossing forty second and tenth street, direction from Kabatas to Taksim.
It’s rare that mortality and replaceability is felt to this extreme.
Sometimes I feel as a commander in exile, as weed among grass family found.
In a world where face is all that matters, all that interestes me is the inside out.
Drummers of existence are playing with sticks, waiting for a sign – for someone to shout.
Nope, love could not have saved me from this state – in fact it didn’t, it stalled.
I won tons of beauty here hence it’s natural that I’m fused, come on!
But I’ll sit on your lap, empty to glorify it century long.
Categories:
ovary, beauty, god,
Form:
Lyric
When I was very very young
A new mother experiencing life
Pain visited me with my song still unsung
Now children my song will I play on my fife
A new mother experiencing life
Pain in my side to the doctor went
Now children my song will I play on my fife
Right ovary cyst orange size hosiptal sent
Pain in my side to the doctor went
He said that this could cause loss of life
Right ovary cyst orange size hospital sent
Well I went under the operating knife
He said that this could cause loss of life
For it could rupture at the least bump
Well I went under the operating knife
For them to remove this abnormal lump
For it could rupture at the least bump
Asleep totally out on operating table
For them to remove this abnormal lump
Went to the light to visit angel Gabriel
Asleep totally out on operating table
Then this light called me away
Went too the Light to visit angel Gabriel
Somewhere over Yonder_I went but didn't stay
Then this Light called me away
Peace, peace sweet peace in that place
Somewhere over Yonder_I went but didn't stay
My Grandmother sent me back through space
Peace, peace sweet peace in that place
Pain visited me with my song still unsung
My Grandmother sent me back through space
When I was very very young
Categories:
ovary, deathme, loss, song, sweet,
Form:
Pantoum
(Please read part 1 first or this will make no sense)
To the scientist’s dismay, pressing the cancel button was ineffective. The plunge into his past continued inexorably. It, however, was not without its benefits. Henry’s skin became supple and his muscles bulged as in his youth. His hair returned to the light brown that he hadn’t seen in decades. For the first time in decades, Henry felt, not just okay, but good and joyous in his renewed youth. He decided to stop his slide into the past at about age twenty when he would have his degrees and could live his career over again. If his “other self” was there, Henry would assume a new identity and make a whole different life for himself. It was an unprecedented opportunity and he meant to make the most of it.
Near his birthday in the year 1970, Henry hopefully pressed the cancel button and was rewarded with a loud click. But instead of gliding to a stop, the time machine accelerated in its journey into the past. Henry experienced the hormonal rush of puberty and felt adolescent acne break out on his face. Within minutes, a reverse growth spurt cut his height by several inches. Soon, he was a young child at play, oblivious to the danger of his situation. The year 1950 saw a tot and then a cooing baby. When August 8th passed, the infant suddenly had an umbilical cord attached to a nonfunctioning placenta. Its two umbilical arteries throbbed desperately, but the return blood through the umbilical vein was not oxygenated, nor did it contain essential nutrients.
Membranes enveloped the devolving Henry who now had the “old man” appearance of a fetus. Then he became a blastocyst, ready for implantation in a nonexistent uterine endometrium. Within seconds he regressed to gastrula, blastula and then the berry-like ball of cells called morula. Like some weird countdown, he became 64, 32, 16, 8, 4, 2 cells and then a zygote.
The paternal half of Henry’s chromosomes disappeared next, leaving only an ovum ready for fertilization. Even that became an oocyte needing to complete meiosis before it vanished entirely in the immature ovary of Henry’s infant mother.
Henry Higgins, born August 8, 1950 and died November 8, 1949, physicist and time traveler is missing forever.
Categories:
ovary, science fiction, time, august,
Form:
Narrative
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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3rd Massimiliano Mirabella
41.45 · Catholic University of the Sacred Heart
Last Anna Paola Batocchi
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Abstract
In the serum and cerebrospinal fluid of a patient with recurrent acute episodes of respiratory crises, autonomic symptoms and total insomnia (agrypnia), we identified a novel anti-neural complement fixing antibody directed against GABA(B) receptor (GABA(B)R). Patient purified IgG recognized a band of approximately 110 kDa on protein extracts of mouse cerebellum, cortex and brainstem and immunolabelled cultured Chinese hamster ovary (CHO) cells, transfected with human GABA(B)R1 and rat GABA(B)R2 receptors. Western blot analysis of transfected CHO homogenates showed the same band using both patient purified IgG and anti-GABA(B)R1 antibody. In order to verify the pathogenic role of these purified antibodies, we injected patient IgG intrathecally into cisterna magna of C57BL/6 mice pre-implanted with EEG electrodes and we observed severe ataxia followed by breathing depression and total suppression of slow wave sleep, as evidenced by EEG recording, in a dose-dependent manner. Immunohistochemistry on brain sections of mice injected with patient IgG showed the simultaneous presence of bound human IgG and C5b-9 deposits on Purkinje cells and cerebellar granular layer. After incubation with anti-GABA(B)R antibody, a marked reduction of receptor immunostaining was found with relative sparing of neuronal architecture. In conclusion we recognized an anti-neuronal autoantibody directed against GABA(B)R that is associated with autoimmune agrypnia and we showed that our patient purified IgG was able to induce in mice experimental autoimmune agrypnia characterized by a complex neurological syndrome affecting several CNS functions.
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