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...

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(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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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.
 ...

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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...

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My friends have always hated Valentine's Day.
They ridiculed the pimply-faced boys
Whose hormone-infused offerings
Smell of Axe cologne and sweaty palms.

Greater the mocking of pubescent princesses
Who prance...

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A Whistling Girl and a Crowing Hen
 
By Elton Camp
 
 
	“We keep thet big flock o’ chickens fer eggs and meat,” Milas explained to...

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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...

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