Short Cerebellum Poems
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the cerebral mist
mysteriously complex
where the spirit lives
Senryu on Mind Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Jenish Somadas
1/28/20
A flame containing exponential fervor and luster
scorches a visage through the cerebellum
a scintilla of contact melts the epidermis
utilize every fluid ounce quenching the burning ache
My friend is a sesquipedalian
Using words that tax my cerebellum
As her prolific pen flows
My vocabulary grows
But I am not very good at spelling ‘um
(Dedicated to and inspired by Deborah Guzzi.)
Nine tabs open, where is the music coming from
My mind's a steel trap, but it's a challenge by gum
Maybe it's the site about Mars
Or some other site quite bazaar
Maybe it's the one that challenges my cerebellum
A is an E without the O'w
someday F'ing comes
others upon G loomy days
Everything taken but
the violence of the purple
violent eyes of her
own SCREAMS high heart
and below oh supreme vowels
of cerebellum Hamlets
long angelus is silent...
:: 12.21.2021 ::
A is an E without the O'w
someday F'ing comes
others upon G loomy days
Everything taken but
the violence of the purple
violent eyes of her
own SCREAMS high heart
and below oh supreme vowels
of cerebellum Hamlets
long angelus is silent...
:: 12.21.2021 ::
Houston Houston, we have a problem.
My wife has created a mayhem
She is stuck in the gullet
It's not my wife,a mullet
She has just reached her cerebellum
on my brim
dons tangible markings.
Crafted genes engage
to warn iconic
of principled
death.
She measures
her tacky line, loping
anchors across
waxen badges
encrusted with
doubt.
I don’t fear
the web she spins
above my cerebellum
since due warning
of predatory intent
gleans.
A thought not yet realized
Unearth, my cerebellum contorted in confusion
A lack of comprehension
The heart of iron melted at first hesitation
Trembling with fear and burdened with disgust
Feeling unworthy even though the asset has value
Within a second, the idea evaporated into nothingness
Treading along the avenues of iniquity
The downbeat of mollifying choruses alleviate my ears
Ambivalent logic scours my cerebellum
A frown composed of disdain surfaces
Whilst I seek a hero amongst such strange clouds
I covet to taste of the superlative pleasures ‘tis Mother Earth
Though I am left to contemplate when next my happenings
THE PARTY
There's a party going on in my subconscious
There's a siesta in my head
if it wasn't for all this excitement
i might as well be brain dead
There are fireworks in my motor area
New year in my cortex
in my cerebellum it's Christmas
who says all on my brain is sex
Da Predman powriginalpoems2makeu:)
Da Urban poetry collection 2002
from the black hole of silent cerebellum
drifting sensation adsorbs unseen thoughts
with captive consciousness touches the cherishing beauty
of the blinking new stars hanging in the carnal abyss
speaks the feeling of enlighten eternity in meditation
Our minds are an amazing storehouse
Of vivid impressions since we were born,
All inside the brain, this vast warehouse
A perfect reason not to indulge in p**n.
Time may come when someone will read
Our minds, will they be shocked, for sure,
Especially if they find nothing of rare note
And a cerebellum filled with manure.
written March 16, 2022
My thoughts are dead
Imagination shot
Blackness born within my head
No sense for a plot
Where are the words
They used to flow
Flutter like birds
Of an ink lathered glow
Sanity stepping so close to the brink
One more inch and tears cascade
My comatose mind cannot think
My pen has decayed
But wait a second an idea just sprouted
My pen's alive and well
Then my cerebellum rerouted
I wad up my paper...I'm back in hell
My lonely heart suffers
The love of another
But is it my cerebellum
That feels this emptiness
Of something missing
For the heart is a muscle
Incapable of emotion
The brain seeks knowledge
Understanding and clarity
The heart feeds the body
Blood and oxygen for life
But I think it’s the souls
Desire for love
In the arms of another
Security and empathy
Endearment and kindness
Put on a pedestal
That nothing can break
It's like grinding-
Thistle-lips when speaking--
Trying to trample,
'Assumption'
Told us melancholy
With which; I wear
Knives-as-skin.
My Cerebellum-doesn't
Know-how-to
--Connect?
Channeling changes,
You'd rather see
Becomes me.
I listen sideways; stepping
Speech--
I'd eat bramble branches
For impediments of you.
Screaming red-raw-thorns
As they skewer-
My throat.
I giggle blisters instead.