Short Oblongata Poems

Short Oblongata Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Oblongata by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Oblongata by length and keyword.


Winding Map To My Anger

The sphere of influence influenced me spherically
With no core
Left brained hemisphere confused
Like right handed athlete
Co-ordination on my medulla-oblongata 
Peripheral nervous system shuttered down
As cranial nerves refused to send impulses 
Failure to interpretation on my cerebrum
Lead to my confusion.

Response
Form:


Vying Voluptuous Verses

surges sans stretches
vying voluptuous verses
etched'n hoisted hanker
sassy society triggered
felon feasts fetched
from fanatic flesh

oozing oblongata seeped'n
moaning munched mystery
nocturnal nimble's spree

whooshing wits wet
bruised emotions belched
hoisted memories melt

eerie salient stance
tames taunted trance.
     '20:03:12:14:45

Note: Dedicated to Sophocles.
Form: Sonnet

Leave Me Alone

Have been dealing with all
Aspect of life but obviously,
You don’t fit my ”medulla oblongata”
I work through you day & night.
But you were unable to comprehend
And contact my brain.
Sincerely you don’t worth me,
And you are not my type.
Is not that I don’t know you?
Why are you forcing me to know you?
Reluctantly you don’t belong to my line?
Stay away from me and leave me alone?
Form:

Oye

“OYE” (“HARMATTAN”)
[BY OHWOJEVWE ESE GANIYU]


When
	On harmattan wings
Flapped iced
Into my oblongata cold
Into moneyless sadness
Of our Saussure’s paper
Locked in
Folic signified signifier
In language
Too much mystique in
Folic signifier signified
Till tides come
When
On glorious dawns day
We acknowledge
That those potholes
We 
Wobbled our way through 
In 
Thorns trumpeted
Into our ears 
Too congealed
To hear Bata drums
Hypnotizing us
Into spag queens hall.

A Grin Without a Cat

Zero to the thousandth power
logic on the run
Oblongata left in pieces
nothing zero-sum

Squaring the root unto itself
Euclid at the cliff
A equals B as B disappears
the quotient nondescript

Hickory Dickory’s mouse on the run
though nimble Jack gets burned 
Formulas crumbling as integers balk
what’s ‘given’ mocked and spurned

Zero to the thousandth power
reason clones its fear
Classical thought—not selling or bought
Pythagorean tears

(36th & Chestnut Sts: September, 2023)
Form: Rhyme


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