Occipital Poems | Examples


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Valid Vast

Lightning, split slight stressors?
Roll, scissors, as you slide.
Questioners and confessors?
Xiphoid, clench. Trench, tide.

Vast and valid, vipers?
Onyx castle, blocks green.
Flippers, flickers, slick stripers.
Stone sabbath subterrene.

Quahog, quill, quincurion.
Quest quixotic quell.
Dark fire, drape the deadly dawn.
Wishing well, cell, gel.

Occultation, oculus.
Occipital bridge.
Holluschickie, thumb callus.
Rift riddle red ridge.

Oblivescent, oblocute.
Deny and forget.
Ladder, down the fiery chute!
Subtlety, snakebit!

Obtenebrous, oil, obtest.
Shadow, grip and squeeze.
Witness called? Will we protest?
Mad maze mysteries.

Obvolvent, ocarina?
As solvents chambers be.
Disabuse, Proserpina?
Why, good sir, that is me.

Halcyon heart, hatchet hold.
Digging for dead gold.
Luminescence? Leopold?
Mycelium, mold...

Archegonium, Arcane

Archegonium, arcanum.
Shaped like a flask or tom-tom drum.
Sagebrush and pitcher plant, sweet wine.
Red rhinoceros, yohimbine.

Ricochet, round rebound ride roil.
Oracle, bad dreams within boil.
Karyon, at the center found?
Nucleus, cell. Synapse, surround.

Terminal, termite, thermite, torch.
Chew through the floorboards. Borax, scorch.
Yataghan, yashmak, christen clepe.
Hound, underground linger and leap.

Ktenology by kumiss?
Knissomancy, thy kurtosis?
Yperite, yon ypsiliform.
Poisonous gas, the foe keep warm.

Yonderley yucca, yex yusho.
Stain their skin as you kill them slow.
Xiphoid, thy sword-shaped clenching force.
O katabothron, at thy source.

Xography, cast a xoanon.
Tridimensional, O black swan?
Ballerina, thy blessed balm.
Dancing like dew down frond of palm.

Keckle the kedge, keelhaul the keeve.
Languidly, liquor, lest love leave.
Kier filled with kilderkins of kif.
Cannabis grown by coral reef.

Oceanic rift, occipital.
Taligrade, talionic, trull.
Knarred knobber, knubble. Knor, sore knout.
Krasis, kraurosis. Crisis, clout...

Photon, Phase

Replication, O photon.
Atmosphere. Molecules.
Phase, like seasons. Here, then gone.
Tools, tremors, toadstools.

Occipital ridge, troll, bridge.
Billy goat, thy horn.
Pestilence, thy name is midge.
Freighter, fain, forlorn.

Lightning bolt, fruit of the gods.
Eat one and become.
Mycelial, goldenrod?
Mushroom, just stay mum.

Sign of salvation, sea-bass?
Shark, set eyes on same.
Liquid legend, O my lass?
Sure. I'm glad you came.

Tympani, crush. Firefly, flee.
Knock thrice, then flit, thrush.
O behemoth, swim thy sea?
Death, you've had a brush.

Enormous or gigantic?
Titan, which to choose?
Oil on surface, stiff or slick?
Flickering fate, fast fuse.

Race, a trace of turkey wild.
In the corn, my child.
Charnel house floor, stains a-tiled?
Ululate, red riled.

Racket, informed packet?
Data, grow in trees. 
Weather, wail. Jail, jacket.
Pain, poisonous to please.


Hex

i've been
writing like
i've been
possessed

my goal
isn't money
my goal
isn't success

but i know
that my world
would unfold if
i were told you no

longer trode
upon it's soil
or to allow
mud to come

between your
toes or your
nose never
to steal a

sniff off of
a newly
bloom
ing

flower

but i will
always
write
of

you and
always
about
you

so dance your fairy
dance around a ring
of mushrooms that
only come out at

night
and so
showing
me the door

that will
take me to
the king of the
wee folk or lore but

he can
no more
do what he
didn't do the 

midnight before
and so sour 
and sore
from

kneeling in
prayer's form
i beg not to be
asked visage no 

more
to my yes
occipital lobe
as mechanics 

become viewers
and i can see the
Titanic sink below
the waters that she

walks
upon

Mnemonic

Mnemonic


                                   medulla oblonGata
                                                   ceRebellum
                                                     tEmporal lobe
                            somatatosensensorY cortex


                                           SomatoMotor cortex
                                                spinAl cord
                                              ParieTal lobe
                                               fronTal lobe
                                    occipital lobE
                                  nueral netwoRks


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				Sunshine Williams

Premium Member She Was Not Delicate

She was not delicate,
she was an athlete,
poised, confident,
yet withdrawn.
She had competed,
pushed herself to the
edge of her limits,
overcame the long,
dull, training sessions,
and finished her race.
Now she stood with her
team mates, her adversaries,
watching the sports therapist
knead their muscles, ease
their tension, reward their
success for they had all
succeeded.  She pulled her
hat down tightly over
her head, and watched,
edging slowly closer.
Finally, she committed
herself to the inevitable
and took her place.  It was
a simple occipital release
technique, and it had dislodged
the hat from every head.
She pulled her hat tighter,
and slowly relaxed.
The muscles were eased,
the tension allowed to
drain.  Then – it happened!
The hat slipped, falling 
to the ground.  She made no 
attempt to retrieve it,
made no attempt to cover
the emblem of her cancer.
When her post event massage was
over, the therapist picked up
her hat and handed it to her.
She did not put it back on.
She was beautiful, in the delicate
innocence of childhood.
She was an athlete.

John G. Lawless
7/2/2014


The Geek Week

I know that you think you are a piece of a*s because you are good in math. 
I know your type of swagger 
You walk around me as if I am not badder. 
The world is round not flat.
You are the scary cat.

The time has come to past where I am who I am.
Are you that way as well?
Imagine make-believe that the world is only your scene.
Why would you deceive yourself?
The universe belongs to those who exist and life formed.
However, disaster occurs.

You are a physicist.
A Nostradamus you claim to be?
He was born in 1503.
In 1566, he died and was placed in history.
I am sure you know this well.
Therefore, your statement is that it is time for you to excel.

Thus, you travel via a journey of knowledge.
What will you discover?
The end of time is within a telescope of the mind streaming from the occipital lobe.
The audio becomes formed as the second earth.
Your mind voyages into psychosis.

There are many more adventures you will espouse.
Stay focus.
Do not give up.
Your mind might just go where others could not discover.
The world is a cosmogonist place to uncover.
_______________________________________|
Penned on May 23, 2014!

Joey Contemplates a Skeleton

Joey Contemplating a Skeleton

By Elton Camp

The teacher told Joey to learn each bone by name
And that there were only about 206 of the same
The parietal, temporal and occipital are in the head
At least that’s what the biology teacher then said

The atlas and axis are two bones found in the neck
Twelve vertebrae are attached to ribs if you check
Lumbar, sacrum and their parts learn without fail
And don’t forget the coccyx that looks like a tail

Of the maxillae and mandible the jaws are made
Collar bone is the clavicle; scapula shoulder blade
Humerus in upper arm, ulna below, radius thumb side
And in wrist and hand carpals & metacarpals reside 

Phalanges are found in both the fingers and the toes
The femur, patella, tibia and fibula in the leg goes
But this is only a small sample of what Joey must learn
If an excellent grade in his biology class he will earn

My Soul's Medallion

keep this in your bright heart's hollow
t'was rolled twice in the dust of stars
along the track t'winxt earth and mars
where cosmos would surely collide
save for my constant vigil
I watch the planets
keep theur time
and allthe things I say,I see
here take this thing away from me!
sewn inside are seven seasons
waxed and sealed by kings and queens
some for love and other reasons
slide them on your hands and fingers
gloves of love and sweet obsession
for you know how I conspire
to hold the wind and tame the fireflies
hold this lest true love expire
let the potion spread so fine
right along your earthquake line
plates of passion
sliding sliding
'round your skull
the tremors gliding
occipital configurations
chosen in the stars
numbers noted one to seven
point your visage up to heaven
mount up on your starry stalion
now take this...
my soul's Medalion
etched around with sharp 
decisions
cutting to the bone with 
visions
wear it till you come back home
I'LL be here
awake,
alone

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