Long Estrogen Poems
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Platos dualism…
Laertius' "magi”
The most noble say we are an extraordinary event
And I agree with their logic and sentiment
An opportunity occurrence heaven sent
We are an awesome manifestation
We clearly embody an abstract incarnation
In His image complete systems of software emulation
The source energy, burning light, heat, oxygen
A flame ignites testosterone in the equation, estrogen
Essence sparks imagination, particles in circuits charging
Our sensors switched on, physical phenomenon's
Immanuel Kant contrasted it with noumenon's
A thing that is in itself sensed by humans
That which cannot be a direct observation
A world with what might be a spatial dimension
Möbius noted it rotates onto its mirror-image realization
Ruling that it is a universal mind bend
Something unseen to us and a god send
A conscience is alive and will transcend
Grasp the form of order among us, become analytic
These the concepts of the transcendental aesthetic
Leaving what’s not genuine or natural, synthetic
From experience discussions well-reasoned
Born with a formula programed and seasoned
Encrypted to crack codes to play roles in treason
We very well maintain the skeptic stance
Jesus a glitch to some who have no acceptance
But when focused and in a meditative trance
We embrace what is a peaceful coexistence
Bursting when the cosmos quest exploded
Interrelated tech terms, intelligence encoded
Beliefs of the understanding Empiricus’s philosophy noted
Martin Luther's theses, religious revolution then toted
Over conclusions that are only opinion
A servile dependent or a minion
The results will send us into oblivion
Has shown us that by suspending judgment
And by refusing speculative argument
Estimating the quality of worth and engagement
One achieves the state of ataraxia
Good conduct and the practice of eupraxia
Generating good health and euphoria
And through research and great finds
What philosophers teach and is best for mankind
Suspend judgment and attain tranquility of mind
Ambitious once, a baseball pro,
For sure I thought I’d be,
But games I watch now let me know
Old men are just like me.
In fact today to Minute Maid
I went to cheer the ‘Stros
And harshly learned all those who played
Held heads grey barely knows.
In bleachers near another chap
With pecs transformed to flab,
Exclaimed in bold “Forget this crap!”
“Let’s go to Marble Slab!”
How strange, I thought, this guy would leave
Before the game began,
While still his spouse, if you’ll believe,
Remained though left her man.
Now curious, I had to ask
So then approached his wife,
I said, “What gives? Where hides your flask?”
“What booze supplied this strife?”
She said, “No-no, let me explain”
In deeper voice than mine,
“We’re not from here, we’re from New York
And both steer clear of wine”
“What happened was, in our hotel,
An accident to moan,
Poor Charlie grabbed my Estrogen
And I Testosterone.”
9/19/2016
Submitted for Sara Kendrick's Which of the Four
Would you Choose Contest
I’d planned the vacation of my life to see the world rolling on ice, but the summer heat was so extreme that it almost sinks my summer dream. The path was clear but I could not find a suitable place to stay over there.
There were too many places with too many happy faces, and Vladimir and estrogen were sitting on the throne smiling. Godot was not there but they had so much to share. With decoration on their cheeks and courage beneath their feet they got the audience to rise to their feet. They brought the house down when Vladimir roll the ball on his nose and estrogen catapult it to the back of the net with a head roll; that’s the way of clowns when no other strategy is found.
The temperature suddenly rises and we had to cool down our bodies with a block of ice, and moments before the summer begins, I could hear the bells ring. It reminded that summer is here and there is nothing to fear.
We have waited for this as if it was a promise or a premonition from the deity that everything will turn out right and we will end the bull fight, and send the bulls back unto the pen and keep the surface wet, they will never get out to chase the people about for the next fight will be in four years’ time when the temperature is right.
Summer is slipping through my finger, and I have so much to deliver; I have a meeting to attend, a court order to upend and a vacation to spend. When all of this is over, and we have crossed over, we will rise to the occasion once more and spread everything out on the floor. Summer is slipping through my finger, and I have a meeting with my employee and a dinner with them and a message to send. The table is already sent but the company is struggling with enormous debt.
When everyone bonds together and sign the document, miracles will fall from heaven. You don't have to scramble for food anymore and you don’t have to wipe people’s floor; you will have all the finance you need to keep the doors open and to satisfy your greed.
Come with me to the shores we will take the ferry next door; it’s about time we get on the ship and crosses over to begin the trip. Summer almost slipped through my finger, and I am glad that you are here to help me cross over.
Testosterone performance history
shows great narcissistic
straight male supremacist
empire-building
Empirically right-justified
just sacred war apartheid
RightHand verbal
male scribe dominant
religious HIStory writers
HerStory defensive
offensive bipolar
oppositionally defiant risk
MonoTheistic colonizing missions
disassociating AnthroSupremacism
from Holy Nature/Spirit
AngryRight/FearfulLeft
dipolar appositional
Testosterone AnthroMind v Estrogen EarthBodies
dispassionately misogynistic
Cognitive brights v Intuitive nights,
verbal logos Historian v nonverbal mythos HerStory
of systemic trauma dominant/recessive
depressive dissonance
Failure to strong synergy survive
as if Earth's nondualistic
nonverbal energy
for short-term
discontinuously enlightened sperm strength
could resiliently thrive
without long-term
continuously empowering egg integrity
As if
nonviolent indigenous wisdom
could have resonantly imagined
divine SunFather light unborn
without wounding pregnant
sacred EarthMother
empowering energetic light
and synergetic power,
bicamerally co-intelligent
religiously co-binding
Yang/YintegrityStories
As if testosterone alone
could give birth to generous estrogen
as Mothers reincarnate both Yang-formed Sons
and Yin-flow Daughters
Both Osiris historic light
producing energetic poles
and Re her-story night
engaging synergetic holes
MonoTheistic enlightened YHWH
western dusk born
of PolyTheistic empowering
eastern dawn HolonicSpirit
FatherSun enlightened unilateral mind
cherishing MotherEarth empowering bilateral bodies
made of panentheistic sacred/organic communion
of TestosteronePassion/EstrogenPleasure
Wo/man wu-wei depolarizing
epic cisgender political narratives
of love lives
won humane testosterone sung
and divinely dancing estrogen lost
religiously reweaving
bi-partisan reconnecting
polyamorous gain.
It feels fascinating
that horny voracious passions
dissipate in the presence of fear
of pain and suffering
and ego-defeating loss,
disability and performance anxieties,
wounds
short-term through permanent
satiated energy,
absence of active hope
for future holistic integrity.
In this time of climate degeneration
fear and cultural distancing,
frustrated leftbrain dominant
StraightWhiteMale monoculturing rabidity
looks polyculturally threatening like,
sounds prejudicially like,
feels and touches sacred EarthMother like,
smells and decadently tastes like
Manic
predative energy
inflamed by unnatural sleep deprivation
festering fear-and-anger rapaciousness
Rather than restorative green restorative justice
reviving passion
for multicolored
trans-generational
testosterone+estrogen
yang+yin
polyamorous win+win
inclusive sentient integrity
Of cooperative green/blue powers,
EarthPeace compassion
Not so red dominant
states of capitalistic
monotheistic
straight white patriarchal narcissism,
worshipping a punishing God
made in His own frightened anthropocentric image.
Apparently it’s a p**is that makes a man these days
Never mind the testosterone that fuels an angry craze
A testosterone filled vag**a made of real human flesh
Seems way better than an estrogen filled p**is in a dress
This muted feeble phalange is a danger to our most revered
And a rugged hairy man-looking "girl" is never to be feared
People feel safe around an anxious displaced bearded “woman”
-Especially in private while getting ready and peeing in the can-
Far more comfortable than a meek soft tender "man" in heels
Applying makeup, fixing her hair, and living her own ideals
It seems as though people are allowed to be people these days
Which is fine as long as no one is comfortable in their own ways
And protection of the righteous ones (especially those with green eyes)
Supersedes the basic rights of a lesser class lacking moral tithes
So in that case, send the angry misplaced stubbly “woman” instead
Our daughters can handle that much more than a p**is walking dead.
2/8/17
Straight, curvy and bumpy roads
Some with cones
All across the globe
Tools made of stones and from bones
Got to stay in the zone
Wherever I may roam and rove
Certain boards bowed
And automobiles had to be towed
Money being owed
And loaned
Waters with or without foam
And lawns that do or don't have gnomes
Regardless of if the grass was or wasn't mowed
Above and below
Where waters flow
By way of the crow
Or as it was written in an ancient tome
In areas with buffalo
Troves hidden in coves
And groves
And other places unknown
Every since way long ago
Time has shown
Tasks done alone
And on one's own
Experiments involving clones
And surveillance done with drones
Faraway and nearby home
And any other abode
Hung up the phone
If it wasn't about money, then quickly came the dialtone
Due to the weather events getting postponed
Skills and wisdom are important to hone
Whether you're full of estrogen or testosterone
Coagulated blood was found on a robe
While it snowed
The full moon glowed
Near the motherlode
Located at a node
Time seemingly sped up or slowed
Objects getting thrown away and sewed
Meanwhile the population continued to explode
In and out of areas that did or didn't errode
Old and new episodes
Information and emergency calls being radioed
Items made with many materials, sometimes chrome
Or silicone
Stadiums with or without a dome
Capable of being able to fully close
Within and beyond areas that have or haven't been combed
Better stay on your toes
Continuing to row
As the wind does or doesn't blow
Effects ripple and domino
Despite if you have or haven't chose
Because that's how life goes
Stay sharp and composed
By: Dalton Ogletree
I just finished reading a new book
Which peers deep into human brains,
Methodically examining each sex
To see what is and isn’t the same,
And while men and women are much alike,
I was fascinated by the difference,
And how this could affect our world-views,
For example, I’m going to begin—
Sexist. Sexist! SEXIST!!!
You’re a sexist. Sexist! SEXIST!!!
But I’m talking about medical sci—
SEXIST!!!
Okay…so the other day I saw a report
About how hormones affect the mind,
Comparing estrogen and testosterone,
And both their effects over time.
Now we’ve known from the beginning
That these two do different things,
But it’s amazing looking at brains
To see their influence on thinking—
Sexist. Sexist! SEXIST!!!
You’re a sexist. Sexist! SEXIST!!!
But this stuff is well known. Ask anyone who’s had gender reassign—
SEXIST!!!
Fine…so the other night on cable
There was this great documentary,
About hold cold, ice age conditions
Changed and shaped our bodies.
Hey had a fascinating discussion
About how the musculature of males
Played a big role in mate selection,
And the food that was avail—
Sexist. Sexist! SEXIST!!!
You’re a sexist. Sexist! SEXIST!!!
Oh, shut the hell up you shrill, whining harpies! Reality doesn’t care about your god-damn chants and propaganda. We’re like any other sexually dimorphic species, so use you damn reason for once and stop screaming like petulant children!
(Stunned silence)
Uhm, so, like…would you wanna maybe go do something later?
(More stunned silence)
Unbelievable…
What? We can go back to my place. I’ll put the cats in their cages and we’ll have the whole studio apartment to ourselv—
(Sound of running)
Hey?! Come back! SEXIST!!!
Form:
In both hands I cup her breasts
With my lips her neck caress
A nibble or two upon each ear
What she holds in her hand makes my intentions clear
Softly I massage the small of her back
Then like kneading bread her buttocks attack
I inhale the aroma of her estrogen
Her moans and her purrs beg me to begin
With eyes still closed she guides me in
Hands on my hips control motion
Our bodies have now merged into one
In the bedroom window peeks the morning sun
Covers are kicked off tumbling to the floor
Bodies are gyrating a little bit more
She clutches the pillows in tightly clenched fists
The sun burns off the morning mist
The climaxes are both synchronized
I see swollen pupils in her blue eyes
We enfold each other in exhausted arms
For five more minutes before the morning alarms
If you are now reading this note
I am hoping you’ll understand,
I didn’t mean for any of this,
was trying to be a good man.
All that I was trying to do
was support my only son, Dan.
It started when he was eleven,
and declared to all that he was ‘trans.’
I’ve always been a progressive,
and though the news struck me at first,
I wanted to do right by my son,
wanted to lighten the mental hurt,
to be stuck in the wrong body…
I did not know what would be worse.
He would need help to transition,
so we began a doctor search.
Now we lived in small town Kansas,
it’s not known for progressive ways,
most doctors would not help us out,
wouldn’t give us the time of day.
We had to go to Topeka,
where a man heard what we had to say,
a doctor who would help us out,
as long as we were willing to pay.
We started with hormone blockers,
to hold off the male puberty,
that was followed by estrogen,
he grew out his hair to look pretty.
At first Dan seemed much better off,
for several months looked quite happy,
though didn’t like having to wait
whole year for the surgery.
But the day came, and the day went,
and then Dan’s transition was complete,
he now called himself Daniella
to any people he might meet.
Soon enough the whispers went ’round
to all the people on the street,
but I cared not for their ‘old’ views,
Daniella they would not defeat.
My parents stopped talking to me,
said allowing this was insane,
to cut up a child’s body
who had an undeveloped brain.
They said it was child abuse,
his future nothing but pain,
and what would happen if he grew
and came to regret this drastic change?
I called them out as ‘filthy transphobes,’
said they had hateful points of view.
My father just gave me a sneer,
and said, “Your son’s life is screwed.”
Of course then I just doubled down,
and said, “I have no use for you.”
I haven’t talked to them since then,
I so believed my words were true…
For the next few years things went well,
just Danielle, me, and my wife,
and my son seemed to adapt well
to the choice he had made in life.
But about the time he turned fifteen
something about him didn’t seem right,
one night I found hm in his room
Staring dolefully at a knife.
CONTINUES IN PART II.