Hippocampus Poems | Examples

The Last Seven Minutes

When the heart stop
The mind still struggles
Clinging to the final spark of life
For seven precious minutes
In that span, the boundaries of time is blurred
The parietal and hippocampus in finality remember
The intermittent ticking of the internal clock
Intertwined in one last desperate waltz.

Sanity fair

Oh
That's  strange
Shh quiet 
Internal system
Do you all hear that
Does it sound or seem like she 
Is at peace today
Quick
Someone do something
Make her think
Of anything
To disturb and irritate
Her serene state
Quick hippocampus 
Flash a memory 
Of the most 
Painful moment
You hold of hers in 
Her safe
Hey, Heart
Make her feel 
Like she can't breathe
With every beat you make
Air,
Speed up 
So she has to constantly 
Keep up
There now we have disrupted 
Her attempt 
To attend a
 Sanity fair
Phew
Great work team
But wait
Is she mediating there
Hold on
I thought we paralyzed her with fear
Why is she acting 
Like she has the strength 
And that our old tricks 
No longer work here
Hello 
Internal System,
anyone there
Great, 
I think I am talking to myself
I guess 
She finally got help

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Winded

I’m sitting on my lawn chair
Outside the night is cool
I hear the trees swaying
The breeze chills my skin
It knocks on my hippocampus  
Am I here or where it blows?
Breeze, you are timeless
From queens to divas, the same
You carry me back to my childhood
You go from high to my lows
You leave me bereft as you leave
You come at my like a windmill
Alone I’m ash on your windy night
It takes a Starry Night like tonight
It takes a Van Gogh to go with you
I would go mad like the wind
I would chase that lonesome boy
I would ride his Sirocco to him
But I am too sane to be a zephyr
Enough wind, it’s time to go in
Make sure the windows are closed
No wind, you can’t get to me
No, you will not breeze through me
The nostalgia you profess is shuddered
The lonesome boy is here within
I wish you would take him with you
But, that would mean we are you
When I’m dust we’ll both join you
We’ll chase the highs to lows
Come and visit me next time
I’ll bundle up and be ready
Just in case you carry me away
I won’t repeat what Vincent did
When he met you on a …
Starry, starry night

Escape From Prison

Prisoner mortally confined,
plotting your escape like Papillon,
conceiving freedom like a zoo animal.
Then dreaming on, 
you meet a flying child in all your mirrors.
Nearly weightless, pulled in every gale,
lifted like a kite,  
catapulted high over every trail.
Then dreaming on,
you are the drafty power of your path,
the easy elevation of your flight.
This embedded skill is never forgotten.
Deep within the hippocampus,
your winged Poseidon,
the flying child in all your mirrors.
Then dreaming on,
soaked in sleep, reverie’s seahorse.
Flying child,
free of worldly constraints,
free of torment and angst,
free in oceans and skies,
your tourist anima continues vaulting.
But then, eyes open in the dim grimness,
You remember this cell,
these sad limits of the corporeal.
Yet, how is it that your dreams know more?
Prisoner mortally confined.

Accepted for Publication: The Opiate Journal, spring 2023

Sistar Sapio

Hello, Sistar Sapio

Can I have a moment of your time? 
I just want to express what's on my mind
I would like to know,
Can you go?

Better yet, will you come with me?
To a place where our minds can be free
My dearest, let's just zoom away
Far from here to a place of sagacious interplay

I would love for us to heave way up yonder
To a celestial space where few go and wander
A place where we can talk about  6 protons, 6 neutrons, and 6 electrons
True biology and kemistry, exploring the nature of carbon

You shine like a diamond
Beautifully glistening in my mind
An effervescent erudite
Just bubbling with light

I love the way your synapses and dendrites spark
A beaming light in a world so dark
Well-read, well-traveled and so versed in history
You turn on my love light when you speak about our story

Yes! Your elocution is second to none
Taming tongue twisters like a tornado that has spun
Sapiosexual I'm feeling...
your beautiful mind got me reeling

Your hippocampus is like a bottomless pit...
where loads and loads of information sit
Sistar Sapio, you're such an alluring cutie...
the more I see, the more I want to study

Hippocampus

You must tell what I am when I tell you what I am not!
The area where a red giant swims? That I am not!
The funny fish with the head of a horse? That I am not!
The University with long haired students? That I am not!

Presence-19

Presence 

When I reminisce
My hippocampus feels as if it’s been kissed 
But dredging for when 
Sigh I’m so far from zen 
Lusting to know 
What’s behind that door
Freeing my soul 
Will be next years goal
....................
....................
“How was your day”
He felt dismayed

Babyliss In Acid

You are a hole in my head;
when I look inside, I see a dentist's drill 
grinding sweetly against my hippocampus
and it must have hit a tear duct by accident 
because when I wake, it has been raining.

I douse myself in Argan oil and
set myself on fire with my hair straightener
(ordinal, interval). Never again will I sleep;

That night I dream of
at last! A letter from you
though when I wake, I do not check the post.
I switch on the oven, and logic 
swallows the half-consciousness of your handwriting.

Now I rise from my reverie; it is babyhood
and it is morning and I
sweat under the covers,
learning everything in five minutes,
Orlando, Leon, Halleluiah, and 
people looking like other people,
a man that used to be handsome,

In the veins of a red-eyed pensioner he 
drags me from my bed in upside-down buses 
and the screaming blue walls of the DVLA office;
I fall cyclical into double brackets as I am
reaching out for a glass of water
and I am forever

Brushing my hair in the face of death;
I sit down in the shower and
wonder if it will get infected

The Brightest One

At water’s edge, this rocky chasm shore.
I am Belisama, numen of lakes and rivers,
or sometimes Brigit of mystic phasm lore.  
I am the brightest one, the fiery one who delivers.
To the Romans I am Minerva of wisdom and poetry.
The Christians rebrand me Saint Brigit Kildare.
But it’s my magic Celtic roots that make me visionary.
In each sheeny silver sliver of being, I am there.
Like the Prince of Peace, I am invoked for war.
Warriors gain strength from me on the battlefield. 
But my origins betray the bellicose fervor, 
my mindful still water core is always unsealed.

The modern multitask brain neglects the lyrical,
but hippocampus allusion recalls the metaphysical.

In Case You Need a Brake

Don't utilize stimulant,
  don't be intoxicated,
  unbeaten!
  Behave natural
  do poetry online ...

   Inflorescence?
   brand news ... poetry
   bears fruit hatches
   in the world...
  
   Eureka ...
   stimulates the mind,
   exercises the brain,
   employ the hippocampus
   drawing poems ...

   Recycling...
   modern Times,
   other ways,
   creation,
   recreation...
   strip poetry ...

   Creative mind,
   healthy psyche,
   do not lose mind,
   everything changes,
   everything converts ...
   Stop and realize...
   comet poetry

The Parable of the Talents

THE PARABLE OF THE TALENTS

The grave he dug, the monument he built.
No one saw the single coin that died so fast.
No time for a blessing, nevertheless knees stained,
In the dingy, dirty dark where seeds lambast.

On topsoil, five coins flitter between a man’s fingers.
The magician amazes the crowd, he doubles his wages.
His master will cheer him on, with soulful eyes.
Of his faithfulness, angels dictate lovely pages.

Yes, those who doubled their score whether small or great
will find favor and a hefty inheritance at the pearly gates.
But for the ones who bury their treasure and sit upon it
a sharp shovel will grovel, gripe and shape their fate.

10/7/2018
Contest: The Parable of the Talents
Sponsor: Holly Hippocampus

Talent Scouts

She never knew she had them
that the basket had been placed
upon her past and future
by the color of her face

He gazed upon the sunrise
at the shadows walking thin
entering the schoolhouse
but they wouldn’t let him in

She had no shoes – no fancy dress
could not read the hymnals prayers
sat outside as music played
a welcome to soothsayers

He wore a ring of ever-dirt
from which he sought release
razor eyes forever searching
bringing hunger to the feast

Their talents were the seeds that fell
upon harsh and bitter ground
gifts that withered on the vine
a talents loss forever bound

contest - The Parable of the Talents
sponsor – Holly Hippocampus

©10/5/2018

Gifts Thru Faith

We spend a lifetime hunting for the keystone
          To happiness, and what defines "success"
               And yet we're born with all that we require
     The precious gifts and talents we possess

Long before the earth and heavens spiraled
          The Lord had given number to our breaths
               And all that we would be and ever realize
     Was ordered in our birth, unto our deaths

Still, we're creatures of unique intention
          Coursing lives within these fragile shells
               Tempering our fate with joys and choices
     And the darkness that our effort quells

But life is the true blessing of existence
          And appropriating all that we've received
               Will give the glory to our Lord and Savior
     So bearing witness, as we have believed

And if someday we stand before our Maker
          Our lives of faithful service giv'n His Son
               He'll bless our ears, as He has blessed our spirits
     "You've honored me ... my good and faithful one"






~ 4th Place ~  in the "The Parable Of The Talents" Poetry Contest, Holly Hippocampus, Judge & Sponsor.

Rhyme Form ABCB

The Parable of the Talents

A distinguished rich man went abroad,
Entrusting his slaves with his fortune.
The goal to increase what each had received;
One got five, one got two, one got one.


To augment the master’s great wealth,
The diligent ones worked so hard.
They doubled their goods as best that they could.
But the slack one, alas, was a coward.

Time passed and the master returned
His assets to reclaim on that day.
Well done faithful ones, my esteem you have won.
Wicked slave, you‘re a disgrace, go away.

The master then gave the rewards
To his servants who did loyal deeds.
In the Kingdom they’ll reign, to do more of the same,
And bring blessings to those who give heed.




THE PARABLE OF THE TALENTS Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Holly Hippocampus 
Submitted October 3, 2018

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