Best Hormone Poems
If you judge food with the quantity put before you
Then my first choice will be the Victoria Hotel*.
On Sunday lunch, food is too plentiful, makes you blue.
There we will eat so much it will make our tummies swell.
In my travels, I had times when food was super great.
Like when in sunny Ireland we drove up a high hill.
Fragrant smell of seafood, an inevitable bait,
And who cared about driving, chilled white wine was a thrill.
Athens and the Acropolis, a sight to explore.
We descended on foot and found a farm that served meals
We poured some white wine I had never tasted before,
Various cuts of lamb tastefully spiced, worth the deals.
One surprise was in Switzerland, on a mountain high.
My wife and I opted for a trout for the first time.
It was deliciously tasteful, we could almost fly.
We shared a second helping, costed many a dime.
I suppose there are other good times when food excelled,
But Urk in Holland was my biggest surprise of all.
A shack near the sea served food but not even a smell
We ate the finest fresh sole, the chef we had to call.
But the worst food I partook in was in old Brazil
Only meat and hormone-fed chicken, cooked with no skill.
NB The Victoria Hotel is situated in Sliema, Malta, not far from where I live. The food there is always first class, except for the wine :)
(Out of Eden: Act V)
Have you heard the sound of hooves go….. ‘clippety clippety, clop’?
That is the sound that the Pale Horse makes, when down on Earth to shop.
That Reaper mean, the one called ‘Grim’,
Takes tortured souls with wanton whim.
That rider of the Pale Horse smirks - goes …clippety, clippety, clop. ...clippety, clippety, clop.
Have you heard the sound of chests go…… ‘boom-a de boom-a de boom’?
That is the sound that the poor heart makes in throes of gloom and doom.
Horrors unleashed you freeze with fright,
Hormone screaming ‘flee or fight!!!’
The stricken heart pounds deathly beats - goes '...boom-a de boom-a de boom’….boom-a de boom-a de boom’!
Have you heard the sound of guns go ….rat-a-tat, rat-a-tat, tat?
That is the sound that the nozzle made when out, it’s bullets, spat.
To claim a life and rip apart
The victim …and a loved one’s heart.
That nozzle spits out rhythmic hate - goes…rat-a-tat, rat-a-tat, tat! …rat-a-tat, rat-a-tat, tat!
Have you heard the sound of bells go ..ring-a-ling, ding-a-ling, dong?
That is the sound that the Church bells make to mark a victory song.
Men may die, and many shall mourn
But Life itself is not forlorn.
Be brave, take heart…the Church bell peals, ..goes: ring-a-ling, ding-a-ling, dong …ring-a-ling, ding-a-ling, dong!
Have you heard the sound of the Cock; go …kook-a-doodle, kook-a-doodle, doo?
That is the sound that the rooster makes when light, the days, renew.
Days will come, and days will go
And Life goes on the way we know.
So listen, hark! The cockerel crows - ….it goes: …kook-a-doodle, kook-a-doodle, doo ...Kook-a-doodle, kook-a-doodle, doo…………Kook-a-doodle, kook-a-doodle, doo - Another Dawn ...another Day ….kook-a-doodle, kook-a-doodle, doo!
oh dear heaven ...
how impeccant …
how subtly innocent and eager!
are you truly as oblivious as you seem?
oh, I am sure of otherwise …
or would there not be so much unsullied skin laid bare -
so few garments that thus adorn the masterpiece?
utter innocence, burning in the motion of your stride ...
a fortuitous feast of flames for the common!
the gods themselves feign deference to such fair symmetry,
and barter the heavens for but a grace of your shadow -
you are pristine virtue, annotated ...
you are torturous fare for the plain and fallow,
and envy for even the inimitable …
innate sensuality trickles from your feathery brow
to your Lilliputian toes, (painted bubblegum pink),
tracing an unblemished dermal landscape
that any hormone-hewn human would consider a dream destination …
you exude a connate allure, inexplicable,
enchanting even the stars -
sky weeping in exquisite anguish for sake of your fluid movement,
saucy, exposed hips,
tossed with coy yet libidinous intent,
their immaculate and fluid rhythm
catching in chests like a cardiac event,
pulling the breath from lungs around you like taffy,
(and not returning without discerned effort),
every gaze in your line swinging in matched tempo,
stupefying all within your affect ...
a mass hypnosis inspired by your walk alone -
ponytail braid and pink ribbon sway in opposite tempo,
adding to the sassy attitude …
eyes, pure white arctic spheres
with polished onyx centers,
set to possess the soul, should they find your focus …
faultless, blue-white smile,
framed by sugar plum lips, shaped to perfect bows ...
oh dear heaven!
such resplendent rapture should they whisper your name!
such divine intoxication should those eyes affix yours!
the gods themselves are weeping wonder ...
the gods themselves!
* SECOND PLACE in the "Free Verse On Love" Poetry Contest, Laura Loo, Sponsor. *
DAUGHTERS OF THE KING
Hear Ye, Hear Ye,
Oh Daughters of the King.
From creation’s crown, to our glorious gown,
Let Heaven and nature sing!
Awake, Align, Acclimate,
Bring it on, Beautify.
Cutie-fy, Culminate,
Culinary Captivate.
Duty bound, Dedicate,
Delish the Dish, Decorate,
Dare to Dance, Demonstrate,
Dance before the King!
Embark upon, Easy bake,
Easy does it, Elevate,
Emphasize, Energize,
Electrify, Enterprise.
Do it for Our King!
Fancy Flower, Feminize,
Fix it up, Fertilize,
Figurate, Fumigate,
Forever Fuel and Formulate.
Girl-a-fy, Give-a-fy,
Give all you Got and Gift-a-fy.
Go beyond and Generate,
Giggle, Gaze, Gelatin’nate.
Hormone-a-fy, Harmonize,
Hurry up, Hang it up,
Honey up, your Hubbi’love,
Hallelujah, Hum it up,
Sing Praises to Our King
Initialize, Initiate,
Invent, instill, Illuminate,
Jubilze, Jumpify,
Jesus Jam and Jubilate.
Kneel before Him, Kiss the King,
Live a life as an offering.
Mama'tize, Motivate,
Marry a Man a godly Mate,
Neutralize, Nonegotiate,
Nick of time, Now don’t be late.
Open-heart operate,
Preach the Word, and Penetrate,
on the Pews, Populate,
For the Lord Our King!
Qualify, Queen'ify,
Renew, Review, Revitalize.
Sanctify, Sophisti’fy,
Teach the Word, Don’t Tolerate,
Tomorrow’s Time May be Too late,
Utilize, Ultimate,
Verify, Validate,
Visionize the Vctory gate!
Womanize, Win the race,
X’emplify, Xtra-cate,
Yes to Him, Youth-a-cate,
Youth renewed, Young-a-fy,
Zion’s Girls, take to the sky,
Daughters of the King
Our lady cashier, Karen, daydreamed again
right past me in a nearby grocery ,
her fingers fumbling over my selection
of cold cuts, bagels,and lemon powder
while a haze seemed
to grasp her thoughts under some frozen
moment of autistic innocence
like a crystallized trance.
So I followed her inside a dreamscape
while Karen narrated
this countless parade of jays hovering
above a sea of orange dahlias . In a flash,
she mumbled about Einstein, asking this man,
" Oh, did your growth hormone intake work
based on relativity's law?" Gently, from a distance ,
she relayed how Joplin wept, tending
children in a monastery--- an abstract recording
through Karen's uncut version of life's tinges.
Faltering in her own universe, she lisped a melody,
"If this were truly heaven, then death
would be it's own reward." And this lady
gently fixed her tidy uniform,
then peered into my eyes ...unseen by anyone
except myself in the din of late afternoon.
" Oh it's you, "Will that be paid in cash,
through coupons or credit card?" Smiling,
I gave some money and walked away...
moved by this rare instance of naturalnesss.
11/28/2016
The Best of James Tate Contest..Space Cadet
Intense lover turned
Dedicated mother
Outstanding energetic passionate writer
I try to out do her
But she does it way better
Truly her pen is a endless
Ink spilling musical feather
And when we get together
We bring the house down
Secretly I want to see her in strips of leather
Superhero villain stripper
On pole dancing paper
I'm just her boy toy side kick clown
Don't get in her way
Because shell give you a lyrical beat down
No longer a princess
But a queen with a golden horn rhyming crown
Photo glamorous
Photo fabulous
In photographs looking dangerous
Igniting my hormone furnace
Exciting to see her in photos
Damn she looks so vicious
Tigress posing with hardly any clothes
Looking so freaking freaky delicious
Maybe if I ask kindly she'll be my mistress
Maybe one day with live action eyes
I can witness the surprise
Of her slowly undressing
And touching that white womanly softness
Thunder thighs thick with sugar and spice
Eyes cold and penetrating like ice
And I want to take my time and taste
I want a nice health slice of the prize
She has me soaring, flying
Through erotica skies
Taking me out of my comfort zone
To a shame free sexy place
She's strong and brave
A bondage sex kitten slave
Wild hell cat from outer space
And when we start to chat
She puts my mind in a craze
In a rave blushing from my face
Flooding my brain with a euphoric rush
Enjoying wave after wave of lust
I just want to club her over the head
And take her back to my man cave
She needs a vacation anyways
Zombie mommy
Twenty four seven
Always with a straw and a pot of coffee
Three hundred sixty five
Off to work, oh her aching body engine
Struggling with life but happy to be alive
And what a heaven like body
A body of work of erotic photography
And awesome mind melting narcotic poetry
Do not question
Don't underestimate her atomic potency
Superstar self driven spark filled autonomy
Burning hot, lava like vanilla anatomy
Creating miracles with word written alchemy
I know so much but she's still a mystery
As the second hand ticks away my breaths
a half-clad moon catches my eye.
Was a time when I might've seen
the ghost of half-eaten melon,
but I'm older now, my thoughts less spry.
Dark fear's hobgoblins
were long since relegated
to memory's chuckle drawer;
open windows to warm nights ease my mind.
I must shave and write.
Neither seem as pressing
as the once hormone-inducing prance
in distant starlight,
the hot exhalations of desert air.
Nor do creased page corners
to detective thrillers and t.v.'s prattle
beckon hours with purpose.
I'm the insouciant sentry
at castles in retirement,
the dragon minus annoying fire.
Crows no longer pick eyes of the dead
in picture frames on paneled walls.
My shoes don't guardedly tread
engineered woods of perfection.
Aging brings a basset hound,
graying around the nose,
laying placidly on the rug.
I'll get to tasks eventually.
For now I commune with the moon,
allowing my mind the idyll
of a worn desk in a cluttered room
and the dulcet laze in lyrics of night birds
serenading summer's first hours.
6/19/18
Three years have passed since diagnosis
then I was told that cancer entered me
in the prostate was where it did dwell
but consultant was sure of setting me free
Various tests were done upon me
MRI, bone scan and CT were all clean
thankfully it had not spread anywhere
then biopsy done what's it mean?
Well, went on D-day to hospital
real nervous, but result cancer 5%
thinking this can be beaten, believe it
so next, decide what's the treatment?
After seeing a consultant made decision
radiotherapy for 20 days with no rest
hormone pills taken for a whole 5 months
at the end of that hope to pass the test
When PC is not a computer
Prostate Cancer jumps no fence
have regular 6 months tests so secure
PC under control feel God's presence
Now 3 years on keeping good health
no all-clear till 2027 wait and see
live your life, believing in your Lord
so take heart if you've got PC
(My history of past 3 years having prostate cancer and on the way to a positive result looking forward to winning this battle.)
oh dear heaven ...
how impeccant
how subtly innocent and eager
are you truly as oblivious as you seem?
oh, I am sure of otherwise
or would there not be so much unsullied skin laid bare -
so few garments that thus adorn the masterpiece?
utter innocence, burning in the motion of your stride ...
a fortuitous feast of flames for the common
the gods themselves feign deference to such fair symmetry
and barter the heavens for but a grace of your shadow
you are pristine virtue, annotated ...
you are torturous fare for the plain and fallow
and envy for even the inimitable
innate sensuality trickles from your feathery brow
to your Lilliputian toes, (painted bubblegum pink)
tracing an unblemished dermal landscape
that any hormone-hewn human would consider a dream destination
you exude a connate allure, inexplicable
enchanting even the stars -
sky weeping in exquisite anguish for sake of your fluid movement
saucy, exposed hips
tossed with coy yet libidinous intent
their immaculate and fluid rhythm
catching in chests like a cardiac event
pulling the breath from lungs around you like taffy
(and not returning without discerned effort)
every gaze in your line swinging in matched tempo
stupefying all within your affect ...
a mass hypnosis inspired by your walk alone
ponytail braid and pink ribbon sway in opposite tempo
adding to the sassy attitude
eyes, pure white arctic spheres
with polished onyx centers
set to possess the soul, should they find your focus
faultless, blue-white smile
framed by sugar plum lips, shaped to perfect bows ...
oh dear heaven
such resplendent rapture should they whisper your name
such divine intoxication should those eyes affix yours
the gods themselves are sobbing ...
the gods themselves.
Hormones make the Endocrine System work
They’re always around, they always lurk.
And they do so many things
And to the body the blood always brings
So many chemicals all over abound
Each only binds to specific receptors found.
Sometimes they’re high, sometimes they’re low
And hormones always absolutely go
Via the blood until it finds,
Its special receptor, where it binds.
And no matter what you think you knew
There’s only five things they generally do.
Membrane potential, a hormone can alter,
And so a cell’s function will never falter.
When they alter membrane potentials we know
And that always means information will flow.
Protein synthesis, too, gets involved
And making large molecules soon gets resolved.
They can cause proteins synthesis in the cell
By turning on genes that work so well.
Enzyme modifications are also the norms
They can activate second messenger forms.
And when it does, it can certainly cause,
Enzyme activity or enzyme pause.
Secretions, too, the cell will spit out,
Due to the hormone, because of its clout.
And what is the importance of what the hormones’ issues
These cells spew out substances to affect other tissues.
Then there’s the last, reproductive in nature
Mitosis and meiosis, both important in stature.
Both types of cell division are obviously affected,
Another example of hormones, reflected.
Thrift shop miracles of multi-
layered mysteries,insomniac-
drifters stumbling up the highway to
a water-logged Nirvana.
Stuttering hymns to flannel saints
who have not yet; joined the cult of
organized-nicean-rebellion.
Midwest slackers distressed in jeans
and in mind blood slowly becoming thick
black-tar, seeking release from big-haired-
bards &synth-pop-psychiatrist.
seeking freedom from German-hammers
& London-fog,
searching with work boots unsalted;
For a new kind of weather.
Earth-sister-pixie over caffenated
Balarina dancing rythm-less to a new
discorded blues dreaming of jazz and
feminist revolution; building a new alternative-
nation a new president Kennedy,
Shouting rain soaked rebellion in Starbucks
Between vicodin and shots of expresso.
Souls coming together in mosh-pits of
Discontent everclear-mud and hormone-
laced sweat coming down together;
Drinking rivers to drench the fires of MDMA.
Indian outlaws lost in the dextroverse,
Seeking the pain of country music, but
the Appalachian's were lost bathed in
black-lights&neon the coal miners daughter,
left the hollers for the Seattle fog&adderall .
O' lomo tinted cherubs that filled the 90's
morgues screaming love songs to familiar spirits
Of delta-blues my girls & boys here's where
You sleep tonight put to rest by your own
Divine-hands seeking Nirvana, and all
You ever wanted was there in your arms but
The man in the box would tell you otherwise,
And still nothing else mattered.
The mechanical components, the valve that pumps my heart
The reactive nerve endings that serve a sensory stimulus
The tear ducts that latently only lend lubrication
The silly little practical necessary body bits, pieces and parts
I yawn & it reminds me… I should probably inhale & exhale
I smile because it is simply facial muscles that need exercise
I do mechanical muscle management to strengthen & maximise
Biomechanical body’s like mine don’t simply go frail..
My skin surface is stimulated, & sympathetically constricts.. it must be cold?
My mental function set to maintain a neutral base
My muscles, skeletal system, ligaments, tendons & bony structures
Encapsulated by a mechanised myofascial web, complete the outer mould
Organs operate internally as a well serviced engine, its all systems go
Emotions just pesky little hormone imbalances, from a time long ago
Where we as woman once needed in order to reproduce
Will evolution shrink our ovaries as they have outgrown their use?
My tongue embraces words, my tongue the sharpened sword
I trip stumble & fall and my senses heighten
My pelvic floor constricts & I feel it twitch & tighten
I massage the distressed muscles & release multiple rewards
It’s my body, it’s my temple, my vessel my machine
Not some sensitive, high strung weak inferior copy of a male
It is supple, soft and silky to the touch, all curves & contours
It’s my body, it’s my temple, my vessel my machine……
I often sit up and ponder
My mind free to wonder,
Of a future not too yonder
Where under life’s thunder;
Nature is free to plunder!
But through man’s magic
The events aren’t tragic.
In one way fantastic
Yet, in another drastic!
Would you be nostalgic?
As I lie in my hibernation
I envision your visitation
Hear the rhetorical conversation,
Or, is that a vivid hallucination
From my present desolation
I might be feeling alone
Maybe just, a hormone?
What is my current tone?
To you it seems unknown.
It's one that calls for home!
When nature is free to plunder,
Would you, for me, be nostalgic?
When I feel desolation
Would you call me home?
Into your arms!
Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome (PCOS)
An insulin-resistant disease in women
Has become prevalent in the past 20 years
PCOS characterized by elevated levels of male hormone
Increase facial hair
Irregular menstrual periods
Infertility
The most common cause of female hormone dysfunction
Infertility
Women with PCOS benefit from a low-carb diet
2012015
All human life on earth starts in a school!
In my case I was born just left of hell
It was a simple time but not that cool
This hell was time spent in a hot jail cell
I went and suffered on my own through it
Hell was about soul survival, not strange
Hell did have this one thing going for it
It was a time in my life of great change
Basic painful change is all I could see
I think it could be the fire burning part
In a way this was maybe good for me
We all hate to change and make a restart
Again, I think it’s the fire burning thing
But Phoenix had more surprises to bring
My small world became a much bigger space
This was the time I discovered schoolgirls
a Schoolgirl did not have a woman’s grace
but newly discovered power that twirls
Almost like a boy with a BB gun
Unfortunately I felt their focus
Maiming with no regard and just for fun
Resisting their girl power was hopeless
This dangerous girl behavior left boys,
hormone affected and with fearful scars
They did not realize feminine poise,
and their girly ways left boys seeing stars
Boys were toys and fun for a single day
They polarized boys closer or away
Schoolgirls had developed body buffet
I was drawn to this newfound girl candy,
in n moth-flame kind of a fateful way,
forced to band aid rip my eyes off Sandy
Speaking; walls of China to overcome
Yet I needed to open my Colgate,
but words got stuck in my boy bubble gum
With corporal punishment a pain fate,
we did not question we just noticed breasts
This obsession became a migration,
but teachers had this thing with passing tests
This interfered with my destination
Burning in girls flame game a man collected
They Phoenix-ed the man my wife selected