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WE ARE PLATYHELMINTHS

How incredulous and deluded we are
That we believe ourselves to be superior beings
And we are nothing more than Platyhelminths
That celebrate the festival of the Anus
Or reproductive system
Leading a long procession
Behind a priest saying mass
Or going to a rock and rap festival
Where people sing in chorus
The delights of alcohol and marijuana
All done on the lives of innocents
Murdered and dead by warlords
Serial killers and genocidal maniacs.
These are confirmed facts
In the true history of time.
We are turbellarian platyhelminths
With bilateral symmetry
Commonly depressed
Flattened dorsoventrally
Therefore we can call ourselves
Flatworms with locomotion
Produced by mucous secretions
Or ejaculations that move
Or are dropped from above.
There are active groups:
The workers of earth and asphalt
And parasitic groups:
Political baskets with an **** opening
And pedophilic clergy with a blind anus
That sees everything
According to them
Both usually equipped
With adhesive organs (suckers)
To suck our sap and blood.
We are worms with skeletal formations
For whom only the following matter:
The genital atrium, the mouth
The epidermis, the esophagus
The pharynx, the frontal gland
The nerve ganglion, the prostate gland
The intestine, the excretory pore
The genital pore, the 
The penile scrotum, the womb
The roof of the palate of the 
The uterus, the ovary
Supported by the Fallopian tubes.
We Platyhelminths are
For the most part hermaphrodites
With distinct male and female genital systems
With a cephalocaudal metabolic gradient.


Premium Member A Nations Medical Shame

Frank and Nada went together like pina-colada
Each half had dreams and brought laughs
He’d open doors and make real sure
That his Nada; he would truly care for.
He also had family from before
They cared for him.  He for them. That
Can’t be ignored.  Well Frank got ill in 2021,
Nada called for help; what else to do?
Ambo’s came calling, her Frank to help
He’s thinking clear?
His birth date he gets it right correcting Nada
To 1962 not 61 here, so she puts some fear upon the shelf
She’s told don’t worry we’ll treat him well
This was by now the triage speaking I make bold to
Tell, yet the lies soon started about where he
Was? Well’ Dispatched supposed to Canberra from
Queanbeyan, she gave an hour and then she rang, to
Canberra. To ask a bit.  There was no Frank!
Some panic hit.  Her man was still there at
Queanbeyan had invasive p c r, then
ICU? What is their plan?
They say Frank’s in for a real fight, but they’ll see him through,
He’ll be alright.  and ring
Whenever you like at all, just be assured Frank’s
Welfare is our first call, yet when she phones no hand picked up..
Hardly ever at all
Really simple stuff.  Then they administered 
The killer remdesivir intravenous tubes plus
Ventilator to her dear.  She’d call by phone
They were always busy, at five they might
Call but the advice they suggested would
Make her dizzy, on the strength on facts we
Can only proclaim they treat him rough as guts its plain… Both
In Canberra and Queanbeyan.  After some days their story
Changed; he was on his way out now a Bronwyn claimed
There was a Dr. Tom and a registrar but as for help they were far; very far,
Fentanyl was next to come, his organs failing, his heart was poorly
Nearly gone. Nada fears murder.
That much is clear, I found I cried a tear as Hoody did! 
My country’s smashed I offer no kid. In despair and longing I call to all Aussies
Wake up and act, just make a plan, now stand tall. And make it strong for those
Like Frank who’ve suffered hard and long, both in Canberra and at Queanbeyan!

©Joe Maverick 10-4-2023
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member A Heart That's Shared

I am not a doctor! Let me make that clear right from the start…but you don’t have to be a doctor to understand the importance of the heart.

I know, as far as vital organs go, the heart is beyond compare…which makes me think that something this crucial to our existence…was created to be shared.

To me the miracle of our heart…what truly makes it great…is its ability…no matter how many times we give it away…to revitalize…to rejuvenate.

Again I am no doctor and I have no proof of what I’m about to declare…but, from my experience, one’s heart grows bigger and stronger the more that heart is shared.

And even bigger, stronger and more powerful…(this is another lesson I have learned) when a heart that has been given away…gets one back in return.

In giving our heart away to others…there is a shared awareness…understood…and oftentimes unspoken…that shared hearts will gather round…whenever one of them is broken.

So, a bit of advice on the heart…from a non-doctor…if I may…
If you want to keep your heart beating strong 
if you want to keep it healthy…
try giving it away.
© Jim Yerman  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Insomnia

'Ah Sleep' my tired body coos to the fidgety brain,
When the face of the clock says eight and twain,
The cajoling is a waste, it has the temerity to feign,
'Still at work', it prides and my body resigns in vain.

Hours go by and the cells, they twitch in pain,
At the ruthless obstinacy, and the organs, they complain,
'Why can’t he switch off, it’s well past rest time',
A war cry gathers. The body; it tries hard to contain.

The call to Morpheus, a lament so humane,
Doesn’t go unheeded, as he descends with calm disdain,
With his plush cargo of an endless dream train,
To put an end to the vagaries of the brain.

A collateral victim in this battle for supremacy,
Innocent I lost, beg for their clemency,
Morpheus and Mind don’t afford me any sympathy,
As I churn up the bed in helpless agony.

Flitting and rolling between sleep and dream,
Battered by insomnia, as it reigns supreme,
My eyes are heavy and my soul, it screams,
As I wait impatiently for dawn to begin.

My mush of a memory pillow and pajama satin,
Together they lovingly caress my hair and skin,
But even the lux of these earthly elements,
Fail to bring a cheer to my sullen sentiments.

Minus tender sleep, my head begins to spin,
Night in, night out, a fight that I can’t win,
And my liquid frame held hostage by the brain,
Walks a twisted path under the tumult and the strain.

In the dark hollows of my turbulent mind,
I see me drop the memories of my past behind,
Will I survive another endless night?
As I wait at the entrance to the portal of light.

Finally, it has come down to spirit and pills,
The unavoidable root of all my ills,
But under its influence I do sleep well,
Until the time machine pounds me with its bell.

Mend My Wounds

Hover over my trauma, sharp as a vulture, swoop
Surround old scenarios with an offer to devour
Wipe the memory card of pain I play on loop
Grab my glitches with talon weapon power
Wounds bouncing red announce danger


Jab at, stab, peck out infection, empty of pulse
Rip it, sniff the adrenalin, swallow all sorrow 
Pluck eyeball delicate, until blank as dolls'
They blink thanks, hurt healer Hallowed
Wounds open have happiness follow


Latch onto my carcass, alight at cliff side guard 
Reptilian talons take off, lift me limp and ripe
Black soil fall apart, fresh organs' harvest
Seasons redefined by your vital swipe
Wounds swept ride a wayward kite


Feather buffer bolstering capable chest convex
Adopts torment, swiftly rids it from intruder                                           
Cleansed, amended by aves benevolence 
Oblivious to doubt with bathed bruises
Tandem scourers never marooned




                            18th April 
            Empathy ate pain
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member A Note On Brahmarandhara

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                                                  A “
                                                Light
                                             Aflame
                                           Alight on 
                     A note on-  “Brahmarandhra”:-
               An aperture in  the crown- in our head
            In acupressure is  referred as- the point GV 20
          For Fixing the mind in  Dharana is one of the place
        The other place is Heart;  a lotus, flame, deity or Self
      is imagined there. After this  focus one should meditate
     Between the eyebrows …there lies       another vital point
 ~ Often referred as      Third Eye:    Is the Place of Thalamus
     Pair of Eyes take in light          mages are formed in cortex
     There is also Amigdyla              Like a  pair of headphones
      Brain operates controls life.       Breath, Senses, Regulate
       There’s a mechanism in there       A circuitry put in place
     Our senses  travel by thirteen no.     Cranial nerves C1-13
    The cranial  nerves meet At Pons       Medulla oblongata 
    as bulge on  flower stalk, pea size        In our Mid-Brain
    Pair of Eyes~                      Speech~       Our Ears ~
   Sight locked.                      Tongue is       Stay  open
  On tip of nose                    Upturned       Can’t  shut
 Sets a  posture                Lock onto        Nor flap  ears
 Balancing breath.        The palette       Yet hearing stops
Inbreath- outbreath   In Balance.         When in deep sleep 
          In Jainism, Tradition.              Deep Sleep is  Meditation 
         In Kayotsarga -                  Fourth Turiya Is our true nature -
        The bridge on.                Beyond Awake, Sleep,  Dreamless sleep 
       Upper lip is key.          Beyond Jagrat-Sushupta-Swapna , .the Triad
      To keep the focus. The constant in the CNS  Central Nervous System
 Loci of meditation; 1Exit point: Brahmarandhra. 2.in the cavern in heart
The mouth, the lips, the tongue, the speech, taste, hearing, touch organs
  Keeping the senses on hold Connect to Brahmarandhaa, crown on head
     Brahmarandhara: Gateway; Life exits through this point upon death.
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Form: Concrete

Premium Member Old Age Revealed

Old Age Revealed 

In my youth, time was my friend.
With age, time has become the enemy.
I cannot say when you cross that line,
But it happens when you realize
The future is dimmed and not as important
As it once was.

Reality sets in when you enter the room
Of the old folks’ home to see someone you love
Confined to their deathbed; not a pleasant sight
(The embarrassing bedpan within reach).
In disgust, I watch the nurse spoon-feed my friend.

I am at a loss for words and can only smile.
Senility eats away at the brain while the organs fail
(I so want my presence to be positive).
And the pain, never-ending.
We chatter away, our eyes revealing
Memories without meaning.

Blankets engulf the body as if mummified,
But it is still cold when our hands touch
Because blood circulation doesn’t reach the extremities.
“Soon, my friend.” In deep thought, I reflect,
“Will this, too, be my end?”
Form: Verse

Premium Member Invocation

Beliefs, rituals myths... are like organs of religions,
To god and goddesses, in respect, we fear like pigeons; 
Apollo, Artemis, Athena, and Ares... of Greece,
Presided over by Zeus and Hera, did fear increase...!

Sumeria, Columbia, India, and Egypt,
Though varied, like treasures, had their age-old religious script;
Philosophers or poets or saints or serenely sages,
Invoked gods and goddesses before beginning their pages...!

John Milton called on the Spirit; darkness to illumine,
Lift his soul from mundane; always to dwell, in the divine;
Denise Levertov had his reason to make his house yarn,
Like a bear; and the snow blocking all the entrances, darken...!

Christians begin thoughts, words, and deeds with the Lord's great Prayer,
Muslims submit supplications - Dua - with great love and care;
Hindus chant Mantras, holding sacred power and virtue,
Sikh Akaal Moorat, Ajooni, Saibhang... have great value...!

The Eternal God living in me, I invoke, in awe, 
Alla or Guru or Mohammad, or Christ of love-law;
Illuminate my lone paths in ways I do not know how,
To them, in love, sincere worship... ever I humbly bow...!

May my life, like mirrors, reflect your love, to each and all!
May yearnings of mine, like streams, in you ever rise and fall!
May no harm to any beings, in my heart spring at all!
May my soul, like a waiter, stand ready to heed your call...!

20 October 2021
Form: Rhyme

Hour Glass

As I waltz with a whim awareness begins to wander within
And whistles that whisper of wicked waves as I walk in the wind
My conscience is dim, it seems the sky has just fallen again
With a Provocative glimpse i imagine, will this apocalypse end?
I frolic with sin, but commom tension’s demolished my grin
And solemn events have stripped me naked and altered my skin
The autumn ascends, and changes become chaotic I cringe
And my soul sees it’s color crawl and descend
Through columns of brimstone below in a fiery pit
My desire to live is shadowed by an entire eclipse
Although I feel sunshine, prior, my mind it submits
The truth aquired it’s dense, and viewed as dire suspense
So why are we sent, into a world induced by feudal
 meaning
And who is it who chooses if we live as human beings
Who’s a demon? who has faith? who’s awake? and who is dreaming?
Who’s deceiving? who’s a snake? who’s a fake? and who has reason?
What do you believe in? be percise, is there a face of death
And is it jesus christ or satans hex that takes away your breath
And as mistakes progress does it allow you to retrace your steps
Or just display inept selections staging into vain regrets
Sensations vexed,emotions mixed feeling inside out I'm upside down now
Poured my heart out to the point that my internal organs dried out
Abundant weight upon the shoulders with a wish that I could lie down
Limbs are limber, old, and fragile, evolution says to die now
Cause I’ve found, our life’s secrets through tampered confessions
People lean on me, and spill the beans as dander progresses
What is life? what is death? if you feel your candor objecting
Re-incarnation, then deju-vu can answer your questions .
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Life Was Just To Play

When I was young and wanted to get away

On the muddy fields I walked every single day

Because was not fun for me at home long to stay 

Since to my older siblings, usually, I fell prey 

Running and jumping and playing with clay

Was much of a delight and made me so gay 
   

True then was that the only thing I had to pray
 
Days to be clear and none of them to be gray 

Thus patiently waited the coming of month May

For it was so wonderful, didn’t wish it to delay 


Now that I am very old and ready to decay 

Because my interior organs are all in disarray 

Difficult is for me to walk and impossible is to play

But if I decide to do so, I will be ...on my way!*






© Demetrios Trifiatis
         20 May 2016


*I wrote it just for fun, to try the Monorhyme form.
Form: Monorhyme

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