Something I appreciate in life.
Have you ever really thought about that?
What really matters to you. Who or what's there when it really matters to you?
Appreciation, Gratification, Associations, What makes you feel true love and satiation?
Is it your higher power, is it the trees & flowers? Or is it a person you can sit and talk to for hours?
Do you feel appreciated? Has true love been activated? Does your sickness feel like you'll never become acclimated?
I feel unlovable, untouchable, broken inside! Before I got this sick….all I did was get high!! Now I'm never going back to that, these sickness’s kinda saved my life
Categories:
acclimated, addiction, anxiety, appreciation, cancer,
Form: Free verse
In the first blaze of the day's dewy dew tricked.
Presently unclaimed, by intense sun acclimated.
We fitly step and wantonly break deadwood.
Our bones are broken, above than once permitted.
Each progression is without ambiguity directory.
A delicate breeze blows through plant greenery.
For the unassuming, delicate welcomes equerry.
For the quiet, blurring complements scenery.
Written: October 06, 2021
Categories:
acclimated, analogy, appreciation, bereavement, confusion,
Form: Rhyme
I’m so acclimated to this
that I don’t see how it looks from
the outside
looking in
i’m told that this is not right
this is not normal
this is not natural
this is
unhealthy
corrupt
detrimental
But it doesn’t even bother me as much as it should
I’ve grown with it
I’ve only seen these shades of color
when I heard about rainbows, I felt like part of the earth has been withheld from me
And then I got angry.
And then I saw the wrongness of it all.
I saw the abnormality of my thoughts, tainted by the faded shades of what I thought was normal.
My friends gave me their stories like spectacles for me to distinguish between what should be and what shouldn’t be;
what i’ve never known, and the only body of water I’ve ever swam in—
the collective drops of venom from the mouth of a human.
I saw how terrifying it is that a human being could open their mouth and inject you with gradual death.
It is a crescendo
piano then forte
a drop
then an ocean
- dip me in a sea with no sharks
Categories:
acclimated, abuse, child abuse,
Form: Dramatic Verse
You say you're hardebed, that you have been hurt.
You've been toiled around, your heart dragged in dirt.
You tell me your emotions are out of control and don't love.
You can't stand company, loneliness is your drug.
You've said your smile is pretentious, you're soul is dark.
You've accepted fate, and acclimated to your part.
But I say you need to listen.
When you speak a softness caresses my earlobes.
The way you walk is as if your soul only floats.
There's a beauty in your heart that makes mine beat.
So I know your love is strong and doesn't know defeat.
I will always be here with you in way you desire.
As your friend and protector, putting out the fire.
I see with my heart, and I know these things are true.
You say you don't know what I see... I see you.
Categories:
acclimated, longing, love,
Form: Rhyme
Carolina Blue and White
By Franklin Price
1/7/2016
Carolina blue and white,
It's such a sight to see,
Fresh fallen snow and cloudless sky,
God sent for you and me,
Tall snow covered evergreens
Above the tinned roofed house,
Where two retired seniors live,
This poet and his spouse.
Born and raised in Florida,
Not too much to seasons there.
Retired To North Carolina,
For a little mountain air.
Our house is in the foothills
Not far from Chimney Rock.
Left the hustle and the bustle,
And the cruise ships at the dock.
Acclimated to a slower life,
And the people of hills,
Who believe in God and country;
Take care of family and their bills
That's just the way we like it
'Cause that is where we're at
Don't have a huntin' dog just yet
To chase the neighbor's cat
As I turn now from my keyboard
And look out the window pane
The blue and white of Carolina
Says that's all for this refrain
Categories:
acclimated, family, home, joy, life,
Form: Rhyme
The greatest lovers on Earth
never have sufficient time
to invest in competitions
to count how much love returned.
The greatest lovers
mentor Earth as CoMessiah,
regeneration's soul Bodhisattva purpose.
Great lovers
do not quiver at death's door,
where ego identity gives way
to WinWin more multiculturing integrity through time's togathering,
reweaving healthy acclimated memories,
timeless revolutions of individuation
within SunGod's nondual dipolar co-arising enlightenment
toward regeneratively nutritional outcomes.
Our greatest lovers,
Father SunGod co-arising nurturing Goddess Earth,
golden ruling and aging
wisdom literature's most regenerative recreation stories,
absent suffering or loss
of love's co-empathically timeless trust
toward future contenting revolutions.
Categories:
acclimated, culture, earth, god, health,
Form: Political Verse
Thought About and Contemplated
Have you ever thought about and contemplated
How to many people you must become acclimated
Sit around with and eventually get used to of
Then with her nonchalantly end up falling in love.
Love is like fires that may be loud and roaring
Before putting out you should be adoring
Especially like me known as Peter Poetry Explorer
They need a category called ridiculous but don't have one.
Now which one will I have to use.
Who often has been know as a real hard corer. (Or Corpser)
And also in many, more people I must confide
My poems, they must all be taken in stride;
Rather simple, yet unusual may be my words
Who blew off into breeze as if big bunch of birds.
What a divine ending that was.
James Thomas Horn Found to be forlorn.
Categories:
acclimated, analogy, conflict, feelings,
Form: Couplet
Kind of Thought
Kind of thought about and contemplated
How a roaring fire becomes acclimated
Where you sit around and get used to of
Like so much and eventually fall in love.
There are things about fires that are roaring
When available, they are completely adoring
Especially If preferred name is Poetry Explorer;
One I make for her will be a big roarer.
Then also in you must start to confide
Be sure to take all of this in stride
So simple may be my benevolent words
They love being heard in great big herds.
Categories:
acclimated, appreciation, humorous,
Form: Couplet
I brought her a dozen of sugar sweet cherries
From the perennial field; a gift for a kiss to begin with;
And I know I’ll joy the redness from those plump lips
As they smile teasingly as I stand with hands in front of me.
Sunlight sparkles inside bright teeth, while cherries like bubbles
With fun and so sexy bring no response to my acclimated wait;
But love shines all around amid candor-filled butterflies
Start flying all inside me and the light in her eyes always sparkling in hope.
I am struggling like a silly boy. Shall I ask her for a dozen of kiss?
Or Shall I ask her just for one to live a minute more? Scampering busily
I go, merrily spinning about my head and heart at once
As I am dancing staggering dizzily with tinny breath;
My arms outstretched with mouth opens so I might feel
The glittering world vanishes under my feet in front of this first kiss.
Categories:
acclimated, heaven, kiss,
Form: Free verse
A defenseless seed planted in spring's tempestuous furrow
Nourished with fertile juices; warmed in caressing burrow
Escaping subterranean cavern into formative strand, roots still
shallow
Sprouting into a strappling seedling that doth hope, promise bellow
In sweltering, summer haze; tender stem bows and bends
Strong, directionless winds blow; the fragile stalk spins
Froward pests snip at the intestinal fiber, productive growth
ammends
Heavy torrents of doubt seep inward drowning the hidden tentacles
on which outward growth depends
After arduous spring travails end, summer's balmy season begins
Long, dry days with timid growth to begin
Steadying anchor balasts the green adolescent, promise to portend
Stronger constitution allows the fecund shoots against blight,
predators defend
Stiff resistance, ample growth produces fruitful dividend
Late summer, vibrant plant reaches it's zenith, ripening fruit
suspends
Toils of younger days along with the growing pain ends
Mellower-toned follicles displaying strong genetic traits from each
stem extends
Acclimated to unforgiving environment, with spare fuel, for its
place ardently fends
Categories:
acclimated, allegory, childhood, life, seasonsgrowth,
Form: Rhyme
From a tree with fertile aspirations
An acorn aimlessly falls to the ground
Grounded by it's nurtured mold
Brokered to an evolving forest
Watered by providence; covered with nature's benevolence
Blown about by truant winds of change
Saturated with Spring's, fertile rains
Smothered by fawning foliage
Trodden under by creatures with ulterior motives
Struggling to find its own space in a cluttered world
Pressed by external forces, but will not crack
Its exterior hardened by ability to adapt, change
Acclimated to a world of material degradation
Finding acceptance through physical congruity
Blandly blending into its colorful world
Categories:
acclimated, allegory
Form: Free verse
I Was Born In India.
I Was Born A Girl.
I Was Born With Polio.
I Was Never Knowing My Biological Mother.
I Was Never Knowing My Biological Father.
I Am Not A “Third World Terrorist.”
I Was Flown Into the United States.
I Was Adopted By An American Woman.
I Was Educated By The American Society.
I Was Well Acclimated By The American People.
I Became Documented By The American Government.
I Am Not A “Third World Terrorist.”
I Hate Snakes, Similar To Many Americans.
I Loathe Insects, Parallel To Numerous Americans.
I Revolt Needles, Akin To Countless Americans.
I Disgust Heights, Related To Various Americans.
I Have Many More Phobias Like Most Americans.
I Am Not A “Third World Terrorist.”
I Tolerate The American Justice System.
I Question American Politics.
I Rarely Smoke.
I Seldom Drink.
I Vote Continuously.
I Am Not A “Third World Terrorist.”
I Fear ALL Murderers.
I Dread ALL Rapists.
I Interrogate ALL Impostors.
I Cross Examine ALL “Smoke and Mirrors”.
I Intensely Dislike ALL Felons.
I Am Not A “Third World Terrorist.”
Categories:
acclimated, childhood, daughter, education, family,
Form: I do not know?