Common Barbie, let’s go party…
Because you know, girls just wanna have fun.
Which today means,
Oops I’m pregnant, what’s the best way to kill it?
Oh man, I’m so bummed to be a mom,
What’s the best way
To get rid of my little ones?
Damn, here I am, biological clock ticking
Where are all the good men?
And now, alone, quickly sliding down the hill,
At least I have my cats and a fine chardonnay.
TikTok girls at least got those likes
One time long ago.
Was it worth it, was it ever something more
Than just more adolescent drama?
Maybe that’s the wrong angle
After all,
Maybe it was only
Always just about the hormones.
(8/28/26)
Hormones
I like to add 200g of
the ingredient uncritical secreting hormones to
all tin soups. I might think about adding
stress response too.
Teenagers, oh how they grow,
With hormones raging, they are a show!
Their taste in music and style that's new,
With beats so fresh and fashion so true.
They start to date and fall in love
Their hearts entwined like hand and glove.
Texting, chatting and late night talking,
Make parents cringe and start stalking.
Their moods swinging high and low,
Like waves that dance with ebb and flow.
Endless debates and slamming doors,
Throwing tantrums and silent wars.
Peer pressure mounts, the need to fit in,
Fear of failure, the uncertainty within.
Battles of adolescence, fierce and raw,
In the heart's arena, where emotions claw.
They storm through life with a youthful pride,
Yet inside, they seek a gentle guide.
At times they seem quite wild and untamed,
But deep inside, they're just a child unnamed.
Biologists smell of True Nature
For choosing to Existence nurture:
Of the unicellular plants proud;
Things one can't see in a voice loud;
No deserved shaming of The Vulgar:
Bats, Climbers, Creepers, Germs and Algae,
Knowledge not quite unlike a hard blow
Biologists giving a soft glow
Our youth's favorite reproduction
They just can't want for an induction
But, ponderously, Biologists
Your subject does bear the longest gists
The strangest tongue twisters to memorize:
Names we soon forget, as we revise
All the funny words about hormones:
The progesterones, testosterones
I could Biologists hit with stones:
One cause to start nursing some cracked bones
Longing
by Michael R. Burch
We stare out at the cold gray sea,
overcome
with such sudden and intense longing . . .
our eyes meet,
inviolate,
and we are not of this earth,
this strange, inert mass.
Before we crept
out of the shoals of the inchoate sea,
before we grew
the quaint appendages
and orifices of love . . .
before our jellylike nuclei,
struggling to be hearts,
leapt
at the sight of that first bright, oracular sun,
then watched it plummet,
the birth and death of our illumination . . .
before we wept . . .
before we knew . . .
before our unformed hearts grew numb,
once again,
in the depths of the sea’s indecipherable darkness . . .
When we were only
a swirling profusion of recombinant things
wafting loose silt from the sea’s soft floor,
writhing and sucking in convulsive beds
of mucousy foliage,
flowering,
flowering,
flowering . . .
what jolted us to life?
Keywords/Tags: life, evolution, love, desire, longing, passion, lust, sex, sexuality, relationship, chemistry, biology, hormones, appendages, orifices
I sensed this feeling grasp me, undefined
The instant that her lips had shaped a smile
And when she spoke my name, it magnified
To find its proper place within my mind
It seemed to center in my chest as warm
Then radiating out, (quite quickly south)
Thus energizing bone and flesh the same
Completely hushing each intrinsic storm
It was a sense that I'd not known before
An innervation daubed with impish hopes
So with my tongue tied uselessly in knots
The chaos in my head was howling ... "MORE!"
~ 6th Place ~ in the "An Uplifting Feeling" Poetry Contest, Line Gauthier, Judge & Sponsor.
On a Sunday night
between times
hormones make me bubbly...
let's play the guessing game;
guess who's
guess why's
guess what you and I
are going to do Monday ?
She holds up her hand
laughing
one guess at a time please Beth.
Elizabeth alexander 21/2/2016
an early attempt to face my (thus-far) hidden sexuality.
UNSUPPORTED CODE
caned by suffocating
stiff of blood
our brothers go to
cages
leaves fall on my skin
ardent love
indomitable spirit
hormones
of love
dissipate extinguish
like a comet
Neck a smooth, cylindrical mold
As sheathe with fibers carefully rolled
Pale, satin sheen artfully scrolled
Grace on soft, silky strands doled
In light, silted hologram to behold
Calamus breathes through each fold
Herbal essence from tight pores cajoled
Swabbed cheeks cloud high cheek bone
Naturally brushed with light coppertone
Puffy mounds rise from savory scone
Cherry gum drops brim o'er mascarpone
Cherubic glow of a polished sandstone
Exuding savory Rose scent laced with pheromone
Nature's stimulants, a nurtured love to hone
Bosom, gilded vines on terraced grove
Sprouting cherries, fertile arrow of Jove
Dangling from chest sealing frothy trove
Coarse sifted mounds, plump kneaded loaves
Descending into a deep, musky cove
U-shaped funnel vents steaming stove
Releasing mellow aroma of a sweet clove
My body is awash with serotonin,
Endorphin and adrenaline,
I pounded the pavement with such fury,
With earphones, with such fury,
On ears, Metallica pounded mine
I followed the track with such determination,
While frustrations, with such determination,
Followed me
I felt the wind ahead with such invigoration,
While hope, with such invigoration,
Felt me
I saw the twilight run away,
Slowly melting with the rising sun,
It’s warmth, hope’s ally,
Chasing pounding fury,
And determined frustration,
Away
Cortisol, Cortisol, Go away
Come back another day,
Today, George wants to play
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