I have my hormones balanced. Most doctors are giving women synthetic hormones, which just eliminate the symptoms, but it's doing nothing to actually replace the hormones you have lost. Without our hormones we die.
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Sex is tonic.
Testosterone makes a man sexy,
Giving him rigidity.
Estrogen makes a woman sexy,
Giving her suppleness.
Hormones in both rises to the peak,
When they excite each other.
It is hormones that take care of one’s health.
Hormones’ level increases
When sexual thoughts frequent.
13.02.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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What basically happens is your hormones get out of whack. Because of the stress in your life your body says, 'I need more hormones.' So, your hormones are trying to produce and produce and produce, and it's even more stressful and it is this wicked cycle.
quote by Marie Osmond
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Is It The Hormone Of God?
women of portions, pleasant and attractive,
women of notion, free and enterprising,
women of vision, counting and galloping,
women of illusion, courting, and suffering.
women of innocence, birthing and lactating,
women of emotions, loving and longing,
women of pride, working and worrying,
women of gays, polluting and mutating.
Female are the reasons for the birth of gays,
as they dispose the hormones in the water ways.
Female are the reasons, for the men to be mutated,
for spiking the air and the land to be adulterated.
When you look at a man with a swinging hip,
when you hear a man with softened voice,
when you see a man with shiny cheeks,
when you glance a man with a tight pants,
Stop blaming them as if they are oriented,
blame these women who spiked them with female hormones,
even before they were born, during their growth,
blame these governments that want the profits,
playing with hormones in every useful female species.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Want Of Beauty Is Made Up
With the level of sexual hormones high,
A woman is in glow, tempting men around.
Her wanting features pale into nothing.
Sexual thoughts stimulate sexual hormones.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Do Men Menopause?
All women do menopause
But do all men menopause?
When I write and take a pause.
Lowered hormones are the cause.
Women's condition menopause.
Men's condition Andropause.
Aging women, no go
Aging men though low,
on hormones, it's still go.
So, the answer is Yes and No.
A fool not to love
Falling in love does you chemical changes.
Wooing, courtship and flirtation be on.
Sexual hormones surge up as the result.
Glands are squeezed and hormones spill over.
Besides sensations are there other rewards.
You feel great, thanks to Dopomine in brain.
You're in verve, thanks to adrenaline.
You feel smart, the brain builds up new cells.
You feel young, thanks to Oxytacin.
You live long, stress hormones under check.
Loving matters rather than whom you love.
The love subtle, mute, one sided too matters.
Physical intimacy need not be the goal.
Writing and feeling romantically matters.
Not a fool in love but a fool not to love.
02.04.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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To the Other Half
On a September morning
I open the door to a blazing sun
Humid and scorched
I blink at the sun and my hormones
Which give an awkward shape and gait
To the body hanging on
A cliff of desire—
The desire trapped in the body contours—
In that blink I take a quick look
At the (un) written dictums of
Patience, tolerance, virtue
And all that’s associated
With me, the other half
All to survive and serve
A man’s world?
No, no, no!
Screamed my insides…
All needed to understand
And come to terms with
My own ever capricious chemistry
That keeps changing it’s equations
Umpteen times in a day
Within the same body…
All these days I was inhibitive
Of the play of hormones
That label me feminine
The vagaries of my biology!
I wiped off the sun
That kept burning my tough skin
To begin yet another day
For my hormones
To play on this arena
22sep2010
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poem by Indira Babbellapati
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The role of hormones
Fair skin, fine features and high breed
Are of no helps for a woman
Unless she’s got enough hormones.
She would hardly excite a man.
Dark skin, core features and low breed
Aren’t hurdles for a woman
If she’s got excess hormones.
She would be a sex bomb to men.
06.12.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The unparallel sensation
There must be a woman in person or by image
To excite a man’s sexual thoughts.
It is these thoughts that trigger his gonads
Which in turn release sexual hormones.
These hormones are responsible
To release rushes of semen
That travels through the tempered region
Causing a kind of sensation,
Like which no other sensation exists.
To achieve it you must mate
Or masturbate, which is easy to do.
09.03.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Hormones give lusture
Fair skin, fine features and high breed
Are helpless unless accompanied
By supply of sexual hormones
To add lusture to a woman.
Dark skin, rough features and low birth
Are helpful when accompanied
By high level of such hormones
To add lusture to a woman.
12.11.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Broken hearts..
How many times,
To how many young adults,
How many of you,
Have told it is too fast,
How many of them listened,
Mostly not listened and brushed aside,
How many shattered hearts,
How many of us have,
And found all around,
All around on the streets,
The power of hormones,
Really too strong to trick the mind,
To break the heart sooner or later,
The power of hormones,
The shower of rain,
The breeze of the wind,
The coldness of eternal spring,
The elasticity in the coil of spring,
It has to stay forever,
Why the broken hearts shiver?
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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A Living Sundial
Man, the living sundial, blood changing just
before sunrise and living life within three
rhythmic cycles - earth’s daily turning on
an axis, the moon monthly orbiting earth,
the yearly earth journey around the sun
Pulse, temperature, hormones, blood pressure
and breathing rise and fall in tandem with the
world’s spin – since ability, temper and resis-
tance to infection are controlled by all these
rhythms and sunlight spurs hypothalamus
action which stimulates hormones -
It explains why date of conception has such
a huge influence on temperament
and attitude!
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It's not unusual.
She smiles at him seductively
And he reacts instinctively.
Mother Nature still employs.
Her oldest most successful ploys.
Ensuring that the race survives
By any means that she contrives.
Hormones raging in their veins.
Make certain that she wins again.
Though neither of them understand
They still obey nature’s commands.
Because they have been programmed to
And there is nothing they can do.
But carry out Dame Natures plan.
It has been so since time began.
Her winsome smile invites him to
Do what he’s supposed to do.
Mother Nature makes the rules.
Hormones are her favourite tools
A tried and tested formula
Which hasn’t let her down so far.
Wednesday,01 February 2012
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Money is like hormones. It's just how you feel on any given day.
quote by Janice Dickinson
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Where Did My Spring Go?
Where did the spring go?
Where did the trees go?
Where did the sun go?
Where did the bluebirds fly?
Why did the rainbow turn into shadows?
Why am I cold now?
Why does my skin sag?
Why aint my back straight?
Why do my feet ache?
Where did my youth go?
Where did my life go?
Remember walking in the rain,
And getting soaking wet,
Now I got rheumatic pains,
And I really do regret it.
Where did my teeth go?
Where did my muscles go?
Where did my shoulders go?
Where did my chest go?
When you were loving me,
You were just using me.
You would employ me,
You would destroy me.
Now all Ive got are varicose veins.
Where did the spring go?
Where did my hormones go?
Where did my energy go?
Where did my go go?
Where did the pleasure go?
Where did my hair go?
Remember all those sleepless nights,
Making love by candlelight,
And every time you took my love,
You were shortening my life.
Where did my teeth go?
Where did my hair go?
Where did my shoulders go?
Where did my chest go?
Where did my hormones go?
Where did my go go?
Where did my energy go?
Where did my skin go?
Where did my muscles go?
Where did my liver go?
Where did my heart go?
Where did my bones go?
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For that I do so
I do exercise; muscles are in shape.
I flirt; hormones in spate.
I read and write; brain is active.
Is it that even at sixty six
I could turn women’s head?
22.03.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I'm a bit of a slag... Some people don't think it's very nice, but I don't care... I've got hormones, and sex is there, so why not? Sex is good. Everybody does it, and everybody should!
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More Than Fast to Attack Without Facts
You should be the last to call someone a radical.
When you are more than fast to attack without facts.
To prejudge anyone based upon their appearance alone...
Is a characteristic of a fanatic on hormones.
And representing an outlook maintained...
By many who lay in the Sun,
As a ritual done...
Like it's a religious sabbatical.
And nothing you do is self examined at all.
Not from my re-assessed point of view.
You've been taught to believe you are superior.
But nothing interior clicks in your head...
Everything you do contradicts instead.
With a quick labelling of others,
You say you keep in your prayers.
I could swallow that if it wasn't hollow.
You should be the last to call someone a radical.
When you are more than fast to attack without facts.
To prejudge anyone based upon their appearance alone...
Is a characteristic of a fanatic on hormones.
And representing an outlook maintained...
By many who lay in the Sun,
As a ritual done...
Like it's a religious sabbatical.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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All women feel sorry.
The flower that smiles today
Tomorrow falls into decay.
Sunrise soon turns sunset.
Thick in hormones, youth is the best.
Be not over coy to lose the bet.
Once you lost your prime, you tarry.
No woman ever died, not being sorry.
06.02.2003
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The reciprocal altruism
I help to be helped or help to requite
Or help one so that others will help me.
One feels good in reciprocal altruism,
Owing to release of certain hormones.
05.06.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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