Short Vertebrae Poems
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This failing body
partly will not function well,
for vertebrae broke.
Could my legs cry, they would,
but my words now carry me.
a hungover farmer went one day
to a blacksmith shop to buy some hay
please dont think this funny
for he had no money
and so went home less vertebrae.
magnetised spine as a seamless whole
reviews purity of thirty three vertebrae
each is a string on which bliss beats play
such dear soul is the way in which we pray
is it my weight or my age or both?
is it arthritis in my spine?
I can barely walk today
or straighten out my back
spinal cord anguish
bad vertebrae?
need to stretch
chronic
ache
Various vagabonds vandalized viable vertebrae.
Vitalizing voodooist’s vociferous vultures verified.
Vagarious vagrants vainly validating vultures’ vocabulary.
Variety of vertebrae venomously vindicating venial vagabonds.
head straight
ahead
as the bulb
snaps
it’s only
a phone
record
that old smile
delivered
painfully
his vertebrae
reverberates
back
to its normal
state
a nurse
pushes
him back
to his room
6/25/2019
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Strokes of paintbrush can't capture
Darkness of her heart...
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Salvador Dali
thirty three strings of our vertebrae
reverberate with music of the spheres
a harp upon which Divine Mother plays
nectar flows upward through the medulla
settling finally in head ovoid at the Bindu point
what may we write of such things, worthy hermit
for what it is, is a knowing by so becoming the flame
A snaking mouth sloughs two spines;
the rattle of vertebrae.
A woman learns to ride them, feels
the trombone slide of a dragon’s tail.
A man lifts on tip-toe
not wanting to fumble.
They knit lusts to opening prayers,
cadavers to body bags,
close a gnash of gaping space -
block a cold throat
from an exposed face.
caterpillar
green, young
crawling, metamorphosing, molting
larva, silkworm, vertebrae, gossamer
flittering, flapping, perching
winged, iridescent
butterfly
Date written: 11/06/2022
I dreamed my brain was coming loose inside my head because the bones of my skull were separating. I couldn't shake it all back into place, so I got on the bus to go to the hospital, wondering if I should've put ice on my handful of bone parts, including one vertebrae which made me wonder why my head didn't flop over on my shoulder. Then I realized I was on the wrong bus and had no idea where I was.
navel chakra appears centre stage
perhaps it has something to say
it is best we let it have its way
lest fire god takes umbrage
meanwhile on our forehead
a quiet potent bliss mist rises
mother divine is full of surprises
we surrender content at being led
spine a harp of thirty three strings
corresponding to the vertebrae
hymns are played as we pray
oh what joy rapture brings
burn the eyeglass for a remedy.
knowing now that the leaves have died before.
A northern winds swollen eyelids cast little doubt.......
that there will once again be a skeleton diagram.
that there will once again be a linear vertebrae.
a little persistent recollection of the bosom unravels
in the wind and says that he is walking upright.
looking down at his foot steps science tells him
that it will be a late spring.
Our third eye glistens, as we watch
bliss magnetism rise, notch by notch,
until each cell of feeble form
imbibes these currents, cool and warm,
dancing on our spine’s vertebrae,
the tease divine, playing hopscotch,
God applauding the way we pray.
Poised attention animated,
we become light, as is fated,
doing nothing, save being still,
wonderstruck as voids within fill,
ego cravings, decimated.
Toroidal heart emits love’s scent,
paving way for our soul’s ascent.
as bliss pheromones mingle
we feel our enlivened spine tingle
poised in stillness, our attention sharp
kundalini ascends upward, playing a harp
the harp we speak of has thirty three strings
where each vertebrae a unique note rings
with medulla knot being already open
soundless secrets to us are spoken
the mist rises to the Bindu point
we witness how Mother does anoint
back of head, capping it with God’s hand
an ascent wondrous we alone can understand