So many view the year’s first day
Like it’s a brand-new start,
A time to take past problems
And to set them all apart.
Yet other first days differ –
At a job or school or class
Or a move to a new neighborhood
Where many strangers pass.
You have to find your balance
And make sure that you belong,
Maybe feeling that, no matter what,
Your actions might be wrong.
If you’re lucky, you will acclimate
And get into the groove
As you understand you’re fine
And needn’t struggle to improve.
On the first day of a year, though,
You are on familiar ground
So to shake things up within your world
This brand-new time around…
You must dig down deep and realize
You alone are in control
And despite your best intentions,
Life will somehow take its toll.
Still, it’s worth it to remember
A first day gives you a shot
To reach out to find contentment,
Using everything you’ve got.
A language loss from inexperience
Reality
Foot immersion and crimes of indifference
These are crimes of a financial nature
The poor are a protected minority
Protected by poverty laws
These laws enlighten people
In the articles of hate crimes
Please challenge your mind to read
And thus acclimate to a discussion you
Are skewing
Remember the government is not a business
And is not capable of turning a profit
In phrase
Unjusting a penny?
Also I found that writing a law into the books
Requires blind Jewish criminals to worship
Their religion again
Oklahoma August
Miracle Man
8/11/2024
The sun is now up,
and the sky’s all aglow.
What this day brings me,
I don’t fathom to know.
I sit in observance,
as puffy clouds float by.
Quite a big contrast,
to a robin egg blue sky.
My hope is that now,
I see August heat abate.
Or perhaps I’ll go somewhere,
that I can acclimate.
In my mid fifties I retired,
and it has now grown stale.
I register five of ten points,
on my contentment scale.
But I’ve much to be thankful for,
God has truly blessed my life.
This month is anniversary 59,
all with the same loving wife.
I know that we're all tired of hearing
And sharing bad or knavish news about everywhere
About countless elections that were just and fair
We're absolutely sick and tired about sharing
Too many sad news about crime, corruption
Negative events, racism and discrimination
This is the end of the year. We want all crises
To be over, done. We want the pandemic to end
We're tired and frustrated about the messes
We want to have a better world. Now, we want to send
Solely good news to the world. We want to inspire
We want to see friendlier smiles, more gorgeous flowers
At home, not at funeral. We want to hear about lovers
Not about haters, criminals and liars who conspire
Incessantly. We abhor bad news, fake news, and dirty lies
We want the nonsense to cease and to see more genuine smiles
A new year, a new beginning, a novel dawn is quickly approaching
Hence, let's start fresh and acclimate our lives to the new spring.
Copyright © December 2020, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
Arise, Align, Acclimate,
Beautify, Captivate,
Dare to Dance, Demonstrate,
Energize, Elevate.
Fancy, Flower, Feminize,
Glitter, Glow, Girlify.
Harmonize, Initiate,
Jazzy up, Jubilate.
Knock'er down, Keep'er up,
Kiss it off, Light it up.
Mama'tize, Motivate,
Naughty, Nice, Negotiate.
Open-heart operate,
Pretty up, Propagate.
Queen'ify, Q'tify
Rev it up, Revitalize.
Sexify, Sophisticate,
Trendy up, Tantalize.
Ultimate, Utilize,
Validate, Visualize.
Wigglize, Whip it up,
Yummi'fy,
Zip it up!
Slime is a subtle stage for blame I can’t stay stuck to your ways/
I’m a little vague so your game I’ll ante up to plague/
While a tirade goes for their bane they played and waged/
I’ll abrogate woes to lurk away more straight/
Compile and appropriate foe’s to contain your plate/
The trial of a pirate goes on to con tame and irrigate/
Denial of a tyrant that strove along to drain and irritate/
Then dial a vibrant cat to move strong and plain annihilate/
A senile re-brand that drove a pronged strain to acclimate/
The tribal withstand fought a shove from one that longed again to act just or right/
Sir it’s vital to know the zone read was a wrought lot and would attract a prejudice overnight/
Survival of a homestead sought above tact and when injustice is worth a fight/
Sure is final now just like a home’s bed brought to a spot held at last a permanent site/
When you’re in a new place
And the setting is strange,
All your customs and habits
You must rearrange.
From the car that you drive
To the bed where you sleep,
There’s a learning curve; sometimes
To climb it is steep.
When you’re older, to acclimate
May take a while,
Especially if
Tried and true is your style.
So you do what you must
To accept and get by,
For your younger-day outlooks
No longer apply.
If I were the sun,
if i were the rain...
would acclimate finer
this world...!
Anxiety
Written: by Miracle Man
August 19, 2021
Believing forthcoming days won’t be sublime,
allow habits and idiosyncrasies to irritate.
All thoughts of delight will wither in time,
and days are spent scrambling to acclimate.
Embraced are those thoughts of wistful years,
praying future days don’t house sameness.
Then taking final inventory of life’s souvenirs,
and allowing others to usurp our saneness.
Many go through life hearing negative songs,
but “Love keeps no records of our wrongs.”
1 Corinthians 13 KJV
4 Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.
5 It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.
6 Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth
7 It always protects, always trusts, always hopes...
Wondrous times we've merited
no longer feeling desolate
I'm feeling high-spirited
something I did acclimate
with conditions dreary
going to the doctor isolated
my nerves made me weary
now I'm quite elated
for I must be on my own feet standing
where independence is forced upon me
making me stronger and being
grown for all to see
Summer’s almost over - that convalescent state
where successive modes of pleasure
were the order of the day.
Now fall commands awakening -
drive simplicity away! The hounds
of hell are yelping that it’s time to banish play.
They cry “forget unscheduled hours
that owned no share of care - the virtual halls
are scheduled and we’ll soon see you there.”
No apotropaic magic can delay my slated fate -
to pixelated halls of learning I must soon acclimate.
It's easy to do nothing,
As the years pass, to your house.
"It looks okay" - a maxim
Many homeowners espouse.
But if, at last, the motivation
Strikes and you proceed,
You may discover some improvement's
What you really need.
A paint job, new appliances,
Replacements for your chairs,
A spruced-up garden and a guy
Who's handy with repairs.
From day to day, it's hard to see
How much we acclimate
To our surroundings, even as
They turn so out-of-date.
A few small changes may just help
You get into the groove
And you may be surprised to find
Your home and mood improve.
DAUGHTERS OF THE KING
Live for Jesus From A-Z
Hear Ye, Hear Ye,
Oh Daughters of the King.
From creation’s crown, to our glorious gown,
Live For Jesus From A to Z
Awake, Align, Acclimate,
Beautify, Captivate.
Dedicate,
Demonstrate,
Dance before the King!
Electrify, Enterprise.
Live a Fruitful life,
And Feminize,
Give all your Heart
Go beyond,
Harmonize, while holding on!
Hallelujah,
Illuminate joy for Jesus,
Jubilate!
Kneel before Him, Kiss the King,
Live your Life as an offering!
Marry a Man who's a godly Mate,
Make God the standard
don't negotiate!
Just Open Heart, Let Him Operate
Pray and let GOD'S Power Penetrate!
Qualify, Queen'ify,
Renew, Review, Sanctify,
Teach the Word, Don’t procrastinate
Tomorrow’s Not Promised,
It May be Too late,
Use me Jesus! Ultimate!
Visionize the Victory gate!
Win the lost!
Xtra-cate!
Yes to Jesus Youth-a-cate,
Youth renewed, Young-a-fy,
Changed In the Twinkling of an eye!
Zion’s Girls, take to the sky,
Daughters of the King!
I can hear the soldiers cadence beating in time with my heart, acclimate to the bombs ringing in my ears this is a call to arms. Martyr's of the highest rank stripes sewn into our skin, hope for living and prey for the dead facing the reapers war-torn grin.
Muzzle fire bursting forth from an unrelenting machine, horizontal layers side by side hope lies in a graveyard of broken dreams. High upon the mounds of mass burial no headstones to mark our resting place, another son inevitably falls to a cause in which he did not have faith.
Fog rolls in deep from the south sulfur strangling our bloodshot eyes, the drum roll points these marching feet into the maw of an unjust demise. Hanging from the moss laden trees not a strand of hope remains, staining the fields with blood of the innocent eyes of our father have looked away.
The devil is your helpmeet
when you twist your P's and Q's,
when you dabble in black magic
or recalibrate your Muse.
Transgressions will befall you
as you ply your wicked trade,
yours or someone else's
'til the debt to sin is paid.
Criminals, malingerers,
and those with crooked hearts
will wriggle through the sacraments,
upset your applecarts.
They'll paint you in the darkest light
and daub your face with blood,
play your insecurities
and sway you from the Good.
Don't compromise your trembling heart
to acclimate his will,
remember he is waiting
for your innocence to spill.
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