Lobes Poems | Examples

Zen mode

along our spine we feel cool heat
mirroring the frontal lobes
essence of presence is upbeat
light of Self glistening in white robes

we are awake and yet in trance
in our form bliss mists patrol
nodes within in joy prance
we are still, God is in control

Emotion

An African drum throbs from a distance.
It is heyday and there is rejoicing.
But ululations surround me suddenly, and tensions
Climb gently the steps of a dancing heaven.
As my lobes grow softer and my hair stands
On the grounds of love,
I sense the throbs on my hollow soul,
Near, yet so far, for the wretched wench
Whose sweet eyes I have descried yonder.

Eternal bliss

Trapped in the illusion of temporary gratification,

No one looks in the mirror for clarification.

Delighted with just inappreciable things,

Who knows? The soul seeks eternal bliss.

Imagination is surrounded by beauty.

Nobody thinks of the flip side's shoddy

Running around beautiful things,

Without thinking of real wings,

Will you find in it eternal bliss?

Eternal beauty finds its source in gods,

Not in the shoddy things of the world's lobes,

Fall in love with God only,

Not with deceived humanity,

The soul would be satisfied easily.

Zen mode

ear lobes tingle
perhaps an elder calls
so we soften attention
as the tumbler falls

Do You Believe in Magic?

Each morning rises the question renewed,
As if itself anew,
Until in stand, bequest forgotten,
To self, the sudden brood.

The voice begs from acres sold for costs,
Lands of turmoil beneath the lobes,
Begging the body to answer at last:
Do you believe in magic?

Election Musings

Between my thicker and thicker lobes
Lies a much less thick wick
Which reflects a dimmer and dimmer glimmer of what was once brimming with more than a shimmer of hope and optimism
Two parties bickering and flickering
While a third party that many think green has a luminous base as it soaks in combusted blue and red particles
Yet its growing flame is unable to sustain as what it has absorbed is erratic and wanes and leads to a slimmer and slimmer glimmer smoldering to a simmer and ultimately leads to a blue or even worse red flame that my cerebral struggles to cortex.

Darcy

Eyes wide, beady blue. With skin of silk, pink and new. A pea-sized gift, oh how you grew.  

 

You know me, and I know You. 

 

 Dimpled cheeks and Puckered lips, Glossy hair so dark and thick. The littlest chin curved into a dip. 

 

The Lobes of your ears sit neat and dinky, I inhale your scent, so fresh and pure, I watch as you sleep and so peacefully snore. 

 

I know now for sure; that motherhood is what I was made for. Finding my purpose to take care of you, A life fulfilled to my core.  

 

Hello, Daughter whose name is Darcy. 

Welcome to our family, we all will treasure, You will be loved endlessly, such a love without measure. 

 

It will almost be time we head home. Two sisters await and sit excitedly together. Meeting each other for the first time ever is a moment I will cherish and remember forever.  

 

Looking up at your mum, please feel no fear, as the sniffling tears you see and the crying you hear, are simply ones of joy that you are finally here.

The Heart

Written: February 19, 2024
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The dam, in which 
the tissue residue is present 
has a saline ecosystem
despite the dryness
It is still preferable
to a carnival of wood and
burnt bryony bushes.

You could smell it.
from light-years afar
a tourniquet grasp of 
saffron soil in a swooshing 
flame is inscribed on the 
plains armrest.

The grassland dips in
revealing slabs of an ancient utopia
the focal halftone of a 
floating forehead features 
a house of clovers motif
my torn lobes throb
beating as a breathing bruise, 
hiding behind the partial eclipse
the integral aspects of 
crimson maple.

I started overlapping
the threshold
to be buried as an
enigma in the depths of her soul
in the funnel, mists of ash, and shaking
sprinting into the intricacies of a 
heavenly sanctuary 
dubbed heart.

Magic

They say it's just a sleight of hand 
Or just a flick of magic wand 
But true magic has more to show 
Than the mere touch of mystic blow 

Like the shine of her mystic smile 
Like fair charm that could go for mile 
Like when she speaks, my every vein 
Tickles all the lobes of my brain

The Showing

She came out of a shadow on the bedroom wall.
Phem men-ing
pheel ings,
phore-tellings,
wings under her pearlescent feet
raven hair swirling about her face.

You cannot see her face,
but there is a face within her face,
and you can see, it emerges and disappears,
eyes cannot catch sight of it, but
you recognize a similitude of yourself.

Aghast you deny any mote of angelic divinity,
and yet
you are within her,
and she is showing you yourself,
as you cross a bridge
between the two lobes of your brain.

You are dragging a pair of heavy,
clumsy wings behind your body,
they are armor clad in a base metal.

The angel fills you with wild innocent desires.
Her seeking love writhes like a serpent
around your body.
Lips part within her nakedness
She speaks:

"Stand upright upon that arching span,
let those heavy wings fall into the abyss below.

Let go of any thought
of both you and I.
Fall.

I will fall with you,
all the way
all the way
all the way

until we reach that empyrean sky,
above all those
who assume they are one bit lower,
or one jot higher
than any kind of holiness.

Goodbye Again

Goodbye, mine of gold of the east 
Where my soul was bound through the years 
Where my hands have toiled for the need 
Where her beauty charmed the lobes of my brain 

December 14, 2023, PST
MVRJ, ML, CC-BC

Magnification

Close up you can see the colossal amounts of energy
it took to grow this plant from a seed
An even closer look through the microscope,
inside lies the complete genetic information
Images of texture I can almost feel
Spikes that pop up prickly come alive
I have no limits to magnification
I can see vibrant stars dead center
Elements of sunshine tan and green
Sediments of gill filaments in V-shapes
Arrows in grooves with silver linings 
Natures details to resemble filigree
Mucus glowing its sickle-shaped petal lobes
Milky sap growing within, aligning 
milk vines and perfect pinwheels 
Nature’s own flower arrangements
Under a microscope

Zen mode

osmotic penetration so gentle
of mists divine in body temple
we feel rapture in slow motion
of thunder without commotion 
caress sublime under our skin
surging thus from deep within

today aflame are frontal lobes 
that we feel magnetic strobes
whose epicentre is everywhere
as form and void choose to pair 
in midst of bubbles of pure bliss
bestowed by Divine Mother’s kiss

Centipede Stitches

I’ll never forget the beauty of
a stare unabashed and 
unwelcome in its own right

The public spaces in which
my mind unravels
from cords pulled tight
against hollow lobes

The centipede that stitches them both
together in the fading light with
tiny purposeful arrogant unwavering
masterful steps one at a time

With no guiding notion
other than grooves in the bark
of twisted branches

Though that very well could be enough

Chimera - 2nd Place

She's a spark of my imagination 
A colorful dream that drifted away 
A flaring shadow of my illusion 
A true April fool in the month of May

Her memory was like the evening rain 
That drifted away by the light of dawn 
Acid rain that burned the lobes of my brain 
Fire that scorched the bright seeds of my spawn 

Her bright smile was like the blazing sunrise 
But her heart is capped by dark shadow 
A cloud that eclipsed my sun on the rise 
A grim sky without sunshine and rainbow 

She's a nightmare that hunts me in my dream 
A veil that muffles the sound of my scream

2nd place 
Colorful or chimera poetry contest 
Judged: September 5, 2023

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