We are dancing to the song of senses, society and family since birth
Acting as per their dictates, serving them, trying to please them
Never a though why we are dancing non-stop, that too on song played by others
No cerebration about our personal wishes, the need of self
Why not stop this tiring dance, persisting ceaselessly without respite
Why not live a life being what we are, doing what gives us much joy
A life of no pretenses
Then we will dance to own tune, in own style
For our joy and exhilaration
Unconcerned about vox populi
After all our brain, our thoughts, our life matters too
In fact it should be our top priority
We owe it to self and creator who made us
Our last dance should be a joyful one
Filled with satisfaction of having lived well
enjoying every moment
A contented good bye before we sleep for ever
08.07.2021
For The Last Dance,craig cornish
Categories:
cerebration, life,
Form: Free verse
One of Those Days
Written: by Miracle Man
10-17-2019
Some days I awake,
and my stride is maunder.
Even time, like money,
I too will squander.
I can’t seem to get,
pending problems to budge.
Even now, in cerebration,
Practical solutions I prejudge.
Categories:
cerebration, how i feel,
Form: Lyric
Shhh!
(Thinking in Progress)
By; Tom
7/24/2019
Morning has lingered stirring a hapless feeling,
Petty annoyances have stifled my train of thought.
Cerebration didn’t render what my pen found appealing,
And without fuel for the fire, my effort was for naught.
Categories:
cerebration, silence,
Form: Lyric
Asinine alcohol alters me into a paper sniper
Ready to bounce and pounce on any challenger
Who dares to dance his lance in the path of my pied piper
Primed to civilize and sanitise viewpoints of an avenger.
Asinine alcohol magnifies my crucial social strength
Metamorphosing my frail figure into a Gulliver
With mesmerizing might in both girth and length
Although in reality a midget differs from both Oliver Twist and McGyver.
Asinine alcohol rolls my eyes, my world, my brain
Turning every reel of reality topsy-turvy
In a kaleidoscope catapult in which the reign of my refrain
Immortalises illusions, imprisons reason giving way to scurvy.
Asinine alcohol forestalls balls, walls and calls for sobriety
Pouring scorn, whittling away sapience on the horn of moderation
Measured on a scale of propriety, sobriety and impropriety
In the context of consideration, celebration and cerebration.
Categories:
cerebration, poems,
Form: Free verse
To celebrate cerebration is my intent
There is no pattern, no meter needed here
No rhyme to strain for lest I swallow an iambus
Since a foot in my mouth is not masticatable.
Convention is but a hindrance
And form is restraining
As custom is constraining
To conform is to die.
I will not live dying-ly
Audacity forever is my motto
Morality in verse is not prerequisite
And I will kill any attempt to submit to such an evil abeyance.
Categories:
cerebration, dedication,
Form: I do not know?
The infinity of time is
still irrevocably established with
irreversible successions; the
extremities of
which,
in its vast expanse of
continuum, are yet to
be discovered nor
explained by
geniuses
and their mathematical equations.
And man still wishes to
resolve this enigma with
intentions of abating
the cessation
of
the pulsation of the heart,
the respiring of air,
and the
cerebration
of the mind.
But sometimes, blinded by over-enthusiasm,
Man fails to see
that
what cannot in cherry or
mahogany be confined are
deeds and companionship
in memories
bound;
which, in fact, despite inherent
biodegradability, become man's means
to immortality.
Categories:
cerebration, introspection, life,
Form: Prose Poetry
I TURN MY HEADPHONES UP AND LOSE MYSELF IN THE BASS.
NO STRESS, NO PROBLEMS, JUST ME AND MY COMPANY OF CHOICE, COLTRANE,
MILES, MAYBE A LITTLE JIGGA MAN.
DROWN OUT THE SOUNDS OF LIFE IN THE CITY, AS I SING ALONG TO THE STORIES
OF MY PEOPLE A TRIBE CALLED QUEST, RUN DMC, MARY J BLIGE, PAC AND B.I.G.
IN AN EFFORT TO MAXIMIZE MY SPIRITUALITY I MIGHT POP IN A LITTLE ERYKAH OR
GO CHILL WITH THE GENIUS LAUREN.
IN MY HEADPHONES I FIND CONCENTRATION, COGITATION, INTROSPECTION,
PONDERING, QUIET TIME, REFLECTION, RUMINATION, SELF EXAMINATION, AS I
EXCERCEISE MY MIND, TAKE IT TO A HIGHER LEVEL OF CEREBRATION,
CONSIDERATION, CONTEMPLATION AND DELIBERATION.
ONCE AGAIN, I TURN MY HEADPHONES UP.
Categories:
cerebration, music, passion
Form: Free verse
When I was merely coal beneath the crust of evening,
Reflecting only twilight and bruising cerebration,
I mused a lonely paradigm, a dream of warm persuasion
For something to envelop in my lonely contemplation.
And then in random prospect the pan dipped in the current,
Trammelled something passing, nomadic in migration,
In laminates of dirt inhered the single glister,
A diamond in the dark in splendid isolation.
Then I, no longer coal, morphed and sympathetic,
Became the mirror image of beauty in creation,
Had sought and thus revealed a destiny in nature,
No longer lone and black...but vivid in salvation.
Categories:
cerebration, life, love, passion, lonely,
Form: I do not know?