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The Mind's Labyrinth
In the quiet chambers of thought,
Where neurons weave their intricate dance,
Lies the mind—a labyrinth of wonder,
A cosmic tapestry spun by chance.
I. Echoes of Memory
Memories echo through its corridors,
Whispers of laughter, tears, and longing.
Faces etched in sepia hues,
Moments frozen, forever belonging.
II. Dreams Unfurl
Dreams unfurl like fragile paper boats,
Sailing across the cerebral sea.
They dance with stardust and moonbeams,
Guided by the compass of possibility.
III. Shadows and Light
Within, shadows wrestle with light,
Dualities waltzing in twilight's embrace.
Fear and courage, love and doubt,
Painting chiaroscuro strokes on grace.
IV. Secret Gardens
Hidden gardens bloom—a riot of thoughts,
Where ideas sprout like wildflowers.
Philosophers, poets, and madmen wander,
Seeking truth beneath celestial towers.
V. The Muse's Whispers
The muse tiptoes along synapses,
Her breath igniting neurons' fire.
She whispers sonnets to sleeping minds,
Weaving verses from cosmic lyre.
VI. The Abyss Beckons
Yet deeper lies an abyss, uncharted,
Where sanity teeters on the edge.
Madness and genius dance a tango,
Their footsteps echoing through time's hedge.
VII. The Mind's Constellations
Stars align within this cerebral sky,
Constellations of hope and despair.
Each thought a comet streaking forth,
Leaving trails of wonder in the air.
And so, dear seeker, delve within,
Navigate this labyrinth of gray matter.
For the mind is both map and voyage,
A universe waiting to shatter and scatter.
At Rio David stole solid gold in boccia,
With a score of 5-0, won it unquestionably,
Flashing punk blue hair, his hairdresser,
Gave him a discount for his flamboyancy.
With spastic quadriplegia cerebral palsy,
He throws the ball in team and individuals,
As near as he can to the jack, successfully,
He’s loved by Cedar and Treloars schools.
Born on the 2nd March 1989 in Eastleigh,
Hampshire, he won with his GB team a gold,
At the 2008 Beijing Paralympics heavy,
Then in 2012, won a silver and bronze bold.
David stormed the Europa Cup in Norway,
In 2011 to win gold, and in Befast the Worlds,
He took bronze. He studies hard at university,
Aerospace Engineering for WW II’s Concords.
“When it’s close I have to use the energy
I will. With the crowd it’s great because, [ok],
you can get them on your side and [easily]
psyche out your opponent [to win the day].”
Ideas are green kites that lift me high
birth most beautiful blue dreams
To my dandelion delight I fulfill in teal time
For I can do amber anything
Oh! You say I’ve run away
Imagination is a red train
But to stay in hazel head all day
Isn’t always a bad thing
Purple prophecy, proposal cerebral kind
For if you dare you will not fail
To never give up is divine.
Heart desire is burgundy boat’s sail
When I write black soul takes flight
And I can go anywhere
I can be wrong I can be right
The fun is in getting there.
submitted 10/1/23 for contest Gnarled Graceful Green Words
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MANIFOLD ECLECTICS
deadpan
newfound
possibilities
rippling
mind-scrambling
over-lays
a
panoply
alludes
to
exhilarating
yet
muted
& imbued
response
a
cerebral
tension
undergoing
needless
unruly
elongation
touching
personality
in
a
exquisite
ravishing
unfinished
but potent
revolving
brilliant
encounter
with virtuosity
tradition
a
glinting
shimmering
spontaneous
nonchalance
glimpsed
a feint
reworking
transparent
& benighted
radically
sardinic
matter
of
sophisticated
qualities
of empathy
Michael was run over by a bus when he was just fifteen,
He played football for Everton’s junior or youth squad,
But suffered an acquired brain injury, a fractured skull,
Which gave him mild Cerebral Palsy in his body, quad.
Everton suggested to him he try their disabled team:
“To be honest, I was a bit skeptical. I didn't class myself
as disabled. I'd just had an accident, that's all…I was
surprised by the high standard. [It was a first class shelf].
These guys were good. The standard was [much] higher
than I'd previously played…I knew I would have to work
hard to get in the squad and it felt good having something
to work towards.” Michael says disability is mental work.
As a young man Michael played alongside Wayne Rooney,
Because he comes from Liverpool and loves Liverpool.
He was born on the 28th day of July in the year of 1987,
And has represented GB for 11 years in 7-a-side football.
In 2011 he was the top scorer in the CPISRA World Cup,
The tournament for footballers with fine Cerebral Palsy,
Which was held in that year in Holland, the Netherlands,
And he won the Golden Boot award for his cool dexterity.
He played in Beijing, his second Paralympics was London,
Where he was substituted for the captain, he wore the band,
In Rio grand Michael scored GB’s only goal in the 35th min
Of their last game, which ended them in 5th place, 5th stand.
...prized progeny well nigh impossible chore
haunted by priceless offspring,
neither surviving
papa/ mama can never a door
not ever again hearing
soft pitter patters across floor
mental angst fraught with blood & gore
this haint mooch different,
than a g.i. Joe in battle fatigues
locked in moral combat with korps
indelibly etched in conscience
bent on evoking nightmares
like an ogre of folk lore
once happy go lucky faces smile no more
nor
will horror of grief abate,
but continue to pour
inducing incessant screams
from tigress roar
that remain in cerebral store
vis a vis an awful imp prim a tore
hammering, nailing,
wrenching, et cetera phantoms
once genetic gems of yore.
thus, upon a bed of nails or
suffer any mortal pain well nigh
for my
precious progeny,
whose innocence like apple pie
to the core
their angelic souls parental guidance
yes, sometimes
oat k shun ally goes a rye
but never could this father fathom...
a momentary sigh
at beauty and innocence in children flush
with zest and unbounded energy
sans novel experiences those mowed down
will NEVER BE ABLE NEW ADVENTURES TO TRY
now, he only stares blankly
at the bloody headlines wondering WHY???
Long interminable hours...
of darkness doth not compute
alternately titled:
The descent of dusk affects grapefruit
size or two (approximated
as clenched fisted) cerebral
specifically type of nervous tissue,
which made up of cells
called neurons and glial cells,
the brain a complex organ
that contains billions
of neurons and glial cells,
which work together
to process information,
control bodily functions,
and supports cognitive abilities
and priceless precious part of body
more precious than most any loot
far more powerful
than any "intelligent machine"
(take that artificial intelligence buffs)
with the ways and means to reboot
tightly integrated and neatly linkedin
snug as a bug in a rug donning a zootsuit.
The outer limits of the twilight zone
yields descent of dark shadows,
where the edge of night bleeds
and encompasses an infinite swath.
Circadian rhythm plays wickety wack
courtesy the suprachiasmatic nucleus (SCN)
analogous to a disc jockey playing a track
which just so happens to be
top of the billboard chart
band named Quack,
a host of indigenous Africans
as a gentle jab to KISS
paint their faces nonblack,
and the lead singer with a knack
to bring down the house,
which venue located in "Hackensack"
primarily refers to a city in New Jersey,
but the name's meaning comes
from an Algonquian (Lenape) word
meaning "mouth of a river,"
or possibly "stony ground" or "stream
that unites with another on low ground,"
according to sources like Dictionary.com,
Wikipedia, and Downtown Hackensack,
and interestingly enough the name given
by the Achkinckeshacky tribe,
also known as the Hackensacks,
who lived in the area
manifold times larger than the ENIAC
ENIAC - the acronym for
Electronic Numerical Integrator
And Computer refers
to one of the first electronic,
general-purpose digital computers,
developed for the U.S. Army
during World War II and built
to calculate artillery firing tables,
but completed after the war ended,
with its first task being
hydrogen bomb calculations
the brainchild of more than one brainiac.
Lemon tinted phase
gilded skyline blown
by ethereal fused mist
eager bard imbued
opal dream flotilla
beyond tarnish while
flash point chariots
of gleam-well canvass
astir or astern perforce
taunt a hued vase
porcelain image fest
for stoic earthbound
soul’s cry parched
stoic migrant famish
sapphire plume ray
bounty veridical
pink chalk sketch
granule blush pots
pearl beam spur
to jumpy pilgrim
white elephant garb
drifter’s lull prone
metre of skewed
and barren glib
dull tossed aside
rambles and brambles
from cerebral quartz
grey quirky quill
nose twitch petrichor
glacé smelt rain
lava veined fillip
fervent fetal floe
ignited indigo inkling
as noonday nuanced
glance en dash
away from orange
peel cloud skies
toward spring rush
urban junction fare
as founding cue
for zeitgeist driven
western world eden
Without malice nor forth-thought,
no wide dee what aye will write
and thus would gladly take suggestions,
hence coon sitter this
manifesting poetic effort an in vite
unusual, yes, boot
oft times mental blitzkrieg
brainstorm relapses (pondering)
the same trite,
hence on a whim aye pulled
out all the stops in an effort
to zero in on an in site
full topic in situ, which need
not be politically wrong or right
and trying to tow the line (to avoid
upsetting some person,
faction, ethnicity...quite
impossible, and...oh gnome hatter
that any individual
could share unpleasant
worldly news, (aye avoid
gloom of neigh sayers),
and much prefer to weigh in on
the contemplation of a personal plight,
which sudden on rush of ideas
(akin to an emotional tsunami)
usually occurring at night,
whereby an indomitable surges
of overwhelming might
flashes thru my consciousness light
ting up thine entire cerebral circuitboard,
whereupon this white knight
feels mounted up a wild steed
with fiery eyes that seem to ignite
reining up on hind quarters
to an exceptional height
and now reached a writer impasse, I abhor,
where flow of bubbling ideas
find me marooned as if
stranded on a sand bar
came to screeching stop, thence desperation
analogous caught in a traffic,
and ready to jump out the car
or perhaps feeling
a day late, and dollar
short aghast that glib flow, an exception
that showed me as a
false prophet with no exemplar
of English language with prospects
landing deal as best selling author far
remote then getting struck
by lightening twice starkly aware
ma fingers could not even play
a one string guitar.
Oodles Of Google Doodles...
visually delicious as germane strudels
the following cooked years ago
courtesy me noggin awash with noodles.
Yours truly crafted remaining poem
around 27th July 2018
idea arose within me cerebral dome.
...As poetic theme came to mind
in a Serge without a waiver
thus, I took a virtual Page
from Google LLC to slaver
with little effort
in an acceptable
rhyming rant and raver
about said American
multinational technology company
that rode dot com bubble,
where other startups did quaver
specializing in Internet-
related services and products
rolled out amidst
much fanfare palaver
though odd, how such an obvious
idea hit me like figurative brick
over thine noggin
upon instantaneously espying
Lyudmila Vladimirovna Rudenko
Soviet chess player, and second
women's world chess champion,
from 1950 until 1953
when bitta bing bitta
chitty chitty bang bang
that eureka momenta did click
mental wheels and cogs
as if...an oil derrick
hit a mother lode, thence subsequently
inducing automatic flick
as latest feted persona grata
gets done up in bold face and/or Italic,
nonetheless a commendable
spontaneous fantastic burst
of inspirational magic
commensurate with mine
modest prolific quixotic
of course, I WON'T applaud
idea de jure as terrific
and puzzle over, how such "a ha"
brilliant idea did not occur to this -
Ok la home ma sooner
ushering world wide
webbed trumped "FAKE"brouhaha
sooner to the mind
of this humble caca
Louie, who admittedly
feels tidy bowl flush with
goo goo Lady gaga
(tony the TIGER FEELING great,
a mild euphoria if gifted
as lottery winner)
over the top smugness -
unaware of jeering ha ha ha
within dark internet arena,
where the much maligned,
loathed, and feared Jaw
bar wall key (jabberwocky)
dwells ready to pounce
outsize egos hated
like an incorrigible outlaw
hmm...perhaps cognizant
ex post facto, I set
a deadly faux paw
forever remembered as
ornery oaf forced to eat raw
bits (hexadecimal at that!)
sucked in via last turkey in straw
that broke the camel's back.