Best Pituitary Poems
Amazingly, Alice assaulted an antelope
Because Bobby’s beavers became bold,
Considering cantilevered canines
Deliberately devastating donor’s doled.
Evelyn entirely excited electric eels
Failing forlornly from forward fencing,
Gaining ground gathering genuine gold
Her happiness heralded high financing.
I indicated initially incapable innocents
Justifying joyous juxtaposition jousting
Keeping kind Kenneth’s kindreds knit
Losing language like legally lost lusting.
Maybe minding manners means more
Neither newness nor novel necessary,
Occasionally opening old occlusions
Promises perfectly positioned pituitary.
Quite questionable quicky quirks
Rage rampantly removing regulations,
Summarily startling some supervisors
Touching their tempermental trepidations.
Until unusual undertakings understood
Veritable vigilantes visited volunteers,
Wildly waiting where we wandered
X-citedly X-iting X-istential X-ospheres
Yonder youthful yaks yielded...yikes!
Zebras zigzagged zestfully ziggurat-likes.
Categories:
pituitary, fantasy, fun, word play,
Form:
Abecedarian
Prism
multi, colored
infinity, internally, spinning
Located in the pituitary gland
masterly, universally, implanted
seeing, freeing
prison
Categories:
pituitary, love, peace,
Form:
Diamante
Utah cringes as hacked Ocotillo turn carnivorous,
spitting psychoactive pollen into the atmosphere,
dusting entire subdivisions.
The victims wander,
searching eagerly for where sunlight is strongest.
A part of their backbrain
gets tickled by the sun
at an angle our old pituitary glands
have relearned to sense.
There have been reports that
the vision of pollen victims
has moved into the ultraviolet -
they wear sunglasses at raves
due to their newfound sensitivity.
In the afternoon, they wear welder’s goggles.
It is Utah,
and it is so very bright there.
The Ocotillo and the pollen victims have built walking machines
with assistance from biohackers and wild, traitorous smiths
from all over the planet.
The machines look like the ghostly outlines of trees,
the roots modded into multi-toed hooves.
Traces of rare earth magnets
have been detected inside the machines -
neodymium iron boron chief among them.
The root-hooves move with slow, deliberate rhythm,
as if the forest of four-bar linkages
were straining against the Earth’s flux.
The wind moves them.
The earth keeps them on the ground
The ghost trees want to go someplace to spawn,
like the polyps of a man-o-war.
Once there, they will undergo another phase change.
That is what is whispered
by the victims of the pollen.
Supercomputers cobbled together from Xboxes
have modeled the movements of the motile plants
based on observations from toy helicopters
fitted with drugstore digital cameras.
Salt Lake City will be overrun by next year’s end,
the state in two.
The desert won’t stop them.
That’s home turf,
and they are learning to dig canals.
Utah will succumb to the hacked desert.
Montezuma quail are suspected of conspiracy
to sabotage of the dominion of man.
Lord knows they have motive,
and traitors to the species are lending them weapons.
Categories:
pituitary, crazy, dream, environment, future,
Form:
Free verse
COLONIZATION
OF THE IMAGINATION
SPREADING ACROSS
THIS WORLD'S GREAT NATION.
IMAGINE A WORLD
WITHOUT ANY QUESTIONS.
YOU DO AS YOUR TOLD
BECAUSE OF SUGGESTIONS
NO FREEDOM OF THOUGHT
NO RIGHTS TO THINK.
CONTROL OF YOUR MIND
JUST LOST IN A BLINK.
ELIMINATION
OF THE IMAGINATION.
BETTER KNOWN
AS DEHUMANIZATION.
THE STORY OF SOCRATES
HOW HE MET HIS DEMISE.
GLOBALIST TODAY
CLAIM THEY ARE THE WISE.
IMAGINATION,
IS ESSENTIAL,
TO UNLEASH
YOUR FULL POTENTIAL.
PITUITARY GLAND
HOLDS THE KEY.
IF YOU DECIDE
YOU WANT TO BE FREE.
MATERIALIZATION
OF THE IMAGINATION.
WILL PREVENT
ELIMINATION.
LIFE IS THE ENERGY
THAT MAKES US ALIVE.
IT NEVER CEASE TO EXIST
EVEN AFTER DEMISE.
I CONTROL MY THOUGHTS
TILL MY LIFE'S FINAL HOUR.
REGARDLESS OF THOSE
WHO LAY CLAIM TO THE POWER.
Michael E. Harris
08132021
Categories:
pituitary, identity, imagination, philosophy, prejudice,
Form:
Free verse
pump em’ full of roids
don’t give a *****about baseball,
don’t care about basketball,
could give a **** about football,
could give a piss about the Olympics
& i wouldn’t watch the Tour de France if
you paid me,
but i know one thing---
if i was one of these schmucks who
shell out an arm & a leg
for a seat in the stands to watch the
pituitary cases run round on a field
in their little uniforms,
i would want my pituitary cases
pumped full of roids,
writhing with performance enhancing
drugs &
buzzing with stimulants of all shapes &
sizes,
because i would want my goddamned
money’s worth---
all of these athletes who used &
succeeded, surpassing the sloths who
chose not to, are the real
entertainers &
is that not what these muscle bound
maniacs
get paid to do?
entertain us mother****ers!
entertain us
&
worry about what all the drugs did to
your body,
when you’re sitting home,
old, senile &
surrounded by trophies.
Categories:
pituitary, life, drug,
Form:
Free verse
i may call it a leaflet
i may call it a handbill
but don’t you notice
a large number of gossips
is natant in the air
do you admit that the fuming heart
that’s glorifying the plate
should be made a must-read
for any seed-bed
the sun tells that to keep-fit
the health of the clouds
the instigation of the perfumed-soap
is required
with that pituitary
some neighing of horses
that is fastened tightly with cork
now see
if you can offer pregnancy
even to the barbie doll
by the by
it should be informed here
if the question of roaming in the woods
is raised
the highly-educated bathroom
feels very helpless
and taking repeated somersaults
in the sunshine
in the rains
the folding umbrella
also have got very much out-of-temper
Categories:
pituitary, fantasymay,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Forgive. Forgive.
Father, please do the forgiving for me.
I am unable.
Father please forgive on my behalf,
that I too may be forgiven by You.
Forgive. That is my escape. I grasp for it.
I miss.
A human did this to me. A human, I thought.
No, I did this to myself.
I did this to myself, with the consent of a human.
With the consent of a sociopath.
Forgive. Forgive.
It is one thing to be told a lie.
It is another to tell oneself.
I knitted a woolen sweater for a wolf.
We shared passion twice a day.
With my feet on the soil of my ancestors grave,
I cried out across time, and was heard.
The echo of destiny. Of pain.
F... Accept.
Accept, like my body weight, the immovable truth.
My fault or no, only I can decide how to cope.
Like the dead part of my pituitary,
some fates must die that others can be discovered.
And so it is.
Accept. That only the positive can replace, can displace, overwhelm the past. So she must be found. The true. The unknown and new. What kind of partner, now that I have adorned myself with the hyde of a wolf?
If not found, she must at least be sought.
Hope, though a curse, a blessing. True.
Hunting, silently.
Hunting, from a screen.
Hunting, all alone.
At home, in the dark.
Categories:
pituitary, anger, betrayal, blessing, change,
Form:
Free verse
T-Rex, T-Rump both have small hands
and small pituitary glands.
In waving arms, you thought he did
an imitation of a kid
who had a disability,
But he’s a Rex, down to a T.
With stunted emotional growth,
he mocks, insults, and waves them both.
And now DeSanctimonious...
the best this has-been can give us?
I liked him for a while; I did,
but he’s a toxic little kid.
I long for fiscal policy;
DeSantis is the one for me.
Categories:
pituitary, political,
Form:
Rhyme
First man
This first man was possessed of a body in which,
the soul functioned easily than does, today’s the *****,
The third eye we know today,
pituitary body was childs play,
highly developed, mind the soul controlled,
body was connected, all was whole,
know what happens, around the world,
intuition picture, curled, unfurled,
willed body moved by thought of mold,
place to place, by thought control,
when mind controls all body function,
grow new teeth to eat your luncheon,
a hundred times stronger was the will,
to be struck dead by thought, instil,
so weak today but powers still,
animal magnetism grip of the dill,
still powers the enterprising.
Don Johnson
Categories:
pituitary, adventure, body,
Form:
Ballade
Woe to you Lust
Nemesis of men whose conscience you manipulate and ensnare
Reducing their pituitary gland to impotent dust
Singing their future and dignity with no iota of care
To plunge King David to his downfall
Steal from King Solomon wisdom
Hurtling mighty Samson into a spectacular free fall
And modern midgets you ensnare in Sodom
Bereft of the moral compass
Drifting in the wind like a vagabond
Who at the slightest glance at a skirt the fallen midget makes a pass
As from matrimonial home besotted midgets abscond
Squandering family jewel
Splurging to delight jezebels
With purloined family crown
Which in pitiful submission fools at the sound of Hell’s bells
Turn into automatons
You manipulate pulling strings left
Then right as the fallen midgets give up bliss batons
To sink into your theft cleft
Where midgets rot wondering how they came
To Charybdis and Scylla
Filled with shame and blame to their disgraced name in a sordid game
Where they emerge thinner and taller
In sin standards
Where their cubits and fathoms pale into insignificance
As bliss bards
Wave them away to self incriminate at the tomb of impertinence.
Categories:
pituitary, poems,
Form:
Free verse
A few weeks ago, about 9:00 AM
My head started aching; loss my vigor & vim
It’s didn’t let up; just got more intense
At midnight to the hospital I went
In the ER and seeking some relief
Had to just wait as the cause they did seek
While they did MRI’s and scans and stuff
I had to suffer and hang in there tough
The staff got their data; gave me morphine
On it for two days before I was weaned
My head got better; still took Percocet
On the fourth day I was about off that
“A pituitary tumor”, they said
“Has been growing for years inside your head”
Headache came and went, that threw them a curve
The tumor could damage the optic nerve
The neurosurgeon sized it up this way
Your sight may stay just as it is today
As long as the tumor grows very slow
To restore loss sight, the tumor must go
If your Cardiologist thinks your fit
You can opt to have me get rid of it
My heart doctor scared the hell out of me
Then agreed I could have the surgery
At this point I wanted it out right now
By waiting I could lose more sight somehow
My wife only wanted things to move slow
Scared of the surgery I’d undergo
The third doctor involved in my case
This endocrinologist takes First Place
He studied my situation and found
Something which actually turned things around
Labs from Arizona, done months ago
Didn’t jive, things were high - should be low
A rare condition when the thyroid fails
Is making the pituitary swell
The doctor knew of this rare condition
No surgery now was his position
It mimics a tumor, but best of all
Fixable without surgery at all
The endocrinologist said it’s rare
Never seen in his years of giving care
The neurosurgeon also said the same
Man! my lucky day, I won this health game
Surgery was scheduled inside a week
Such an outcome, no better could I seek
My family can now get back to living
My thanks to God, I’ll never stop giving
Charles Sides
Categories:
pituitary, health, loss, loss, me,
Form:
Quatrain
The man wondered, "What is hope?"
Metacognition defined, it's nothing but a dope.
The heart objected to the proposition.
And told it's an ambiguous anticipation.
The prefrontal cortex made the reasoning disentwine.
And equated hope with the level of dopamine.
The enterochromaffin cells rejected the cortical rationality.
And signified serotonin's vitality.
Posterior pituitary smiled sarcastically.
And illustrated oxytocin's role affectionately.
The man woke up out of this exasperation.
Though dream, but intrigued by the imagination.
He asked," Is hope just a chemical state?"
Consciousness whispered it's not that straight.
Categories:
pituitary, hope, metaphor,
Form:
Rhyme
The Astonishing Robert Wadlow
By Elton Camp
At Robert’s birth, his family smiled
As they welcome an 8.5 pound child
But soon any real normalcy was gone
His pituitary made too much hormone
Doctors of the time couldn’t do a thing
So an acceleration in growth it did bring
At eight years old, he was six feet tall
While other third graders were small
Finally, he lacked an inch being nine feet
Many house ceilings his head would meet
Despite many hardships, he did all he could
To maintain a degree of normal childhood
Matchbooks and stamps Robert collected
And to join the Boy Scouts he elected
But he had so little sensation in his big feet
Eventually at an infection his death did meet
Despite his size, he was a man gentle and kind
Even today, his hometown keeps him in mind
Categories:
pituitary, life,
Form:
Rhyme
two very masculine men
in the middle of their showdown
as to gain the affection from
one very feminine woman
as to gain all the pleasures that come
with asserting the dominance in
the animal kingdom
wanted to show the world who had the
biggest ***** &
as the “morals” of the 21st don’t allow for
such masculine men to just whip em’ out
in the middle of a public place
so as to let the lady see what she had in store
(as if she had any interest whatsoever in either one of
these pituitary cases),
they did so the customary way
by getting in their big 4x4’s &
vrooming up their engines,
whilst vrooming, they of course had to
start pumping their stereos &
whilst pumping their stereos,
they of course had to start yelling out the window at
the beauty all their stats,
that is, how much they made in a year,
where they lived, what property they owned,
where they saw themselves in 5 years,
if they wanted children, what life they figured
that they could provide for a family,
how big the rock would be for her,
how good the sex would be for her &
of course, where they could go &
what they could do in those years after the kids
had grown up & moved off,
with all the money that they had accrued over the
years.
Categories:
pituitary, life, men,
Form:
Free verse
My cat is so beautiful,
So saintly it appears,
Yet selfishness reached her bones
Sacrifices are made,
And she doesn't realize,
And sweat lost means nothing, to her
Greed replaced her heart,
And her hypocrisy is a natural gift,
And I'm torn as she set her back away
I'm running out of time my cat,
And parting with you hurts more,
Yet I must endure the pain, for cancer
has no cure
My cancer near pituitary hurts,
But leaving my cat hurts more,
As I found nothing to fill her greed,
Yet she might spoil other cats around her
Categories:
pituitary, for her, grief, my
Form:
Free verse