"acclimation" poems
Precarious Life
Migration in the Age of Globalization
Various Strife
Cessation in the wage of translation
Starvation in our under age narration
Is opportunity worth the cost
Bifurcation of our to be nations
Will we make it across
Vicariously rife
Location of our permanent vacation
Hilarious fife
Hesitation in the living wage stagnation
Resignation of our own home nation
Will anything become lost
Frustration in this age of relocation
Will we make it across
Gregarious life
Migration in the age of inflation
Precarious Life
Stagflation been gauged with low expectations
Automation when we enrage damnation
It shall be worth the cost
Fixation on a whole new acclimation
Will we make it across
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Jun 11, 2018
Jun 11, 2018 at 7:44 AM UTC
Vividly emblazoned in my mind is you the most beautiful body of work. Wanting nothing more than to write the sweetest arias about the depths of your heart.
Fingertips mapped constellations
where words dared not go,
and the night became a river
pulling us deeper, slower,
where time dissolved into touch.
Your kisses speak a language of velvet and fire, rewriting the silence between us, as you taught me the rhythmof surrender and return.
The world slipped away
when your lips met mine,
a hunger, a prayer,
a thousand sparks bursting into endless flames lit up my night like fireworks.
I opened my third eye
and we fell into eternity
As your body pressed against mine,
the rhythm of our shadows
dancing against the moon light.
The vision of you on replay
body to body cheek to cheek
heat pooling between us
like a secret too heavy to keep.
As you buried your secrets deep into me.
A first encounter turned into to soul binding acclimation
Your mouth was claiming the taste was sweet. Like lightning and thunder forming against the night sky.
The deeper you pulled me and I crashed harder into you until the sweetest cries broke from me like a prayer.
The feel of every gasp a confession,
every shiver a vow, every gaze a promise, every kiss a reminder and every taste a claim.
As we reached the peaks of mountains together our bodies sang songs of old and new turning into fire
burning, breaking, booming
two hearts lost and found again
in the oldest language of desire.
Aug 27, 2025
Aug 27, 2025 at 5:09 PM UTC
When my guilt paralyzes me,
when my shame makes me cower
under the piercing lights of discovery,
my shoulders melt.
Bone becomes fluid, leaks into cavities,
pools around my organs in puddles:
puddles that fill crevices, then freeze.
Molecules grow closer, fit to form,
cementing my fears together
like negative space on a statue.
My guilt and shame were read to me
like bedtime stories every night at nine.
My quilt was littered with secret hurts
to cover with shrugs and a stoic face.
I wasn't just taught to take the blame
and accept responsibility for that which I can't control:
I was taught how to bury it in the backyard,
how to papier-mache a mask
over my reddening cheeks,
to soak up my salty woes
and further solidify the facade.
As the years passed and practice made perfect,
my entire body became encapsulated in fear and pride.
Independence burned bright in my self-descriptions,
but all I truly had to offer was an island,
desolation built upon an inevitability.
I was taught to hold secrets like water,
a never-ending flood of pieces of myself.
My reflection once told me to stop:
there was so much debris, I was manic static
over a vital broadcast.
That hunger took hold,
ripped the pain right out of my lungs
like warm breath on a chilly morning.
But self-awareness dissipated just as quickly.
Acclimation; Stockholm syndrome.
I came to covet the shell,
unbreakable like the vice over your heart.
I was taught not to burden;
I was taught not to trust.
Oct 6, 2013
Oct 6, 2013 at 4:13 PM UTC
Look!
I'm super ******* clean!
I stepped into the falling water
and inched my way toward total
submersion. It was steaming hot
and my skin had yet to acclimate.
Upon said acclimation I lathered
up a palmful of smell-good gel
and got to work on my armpits
and my torso. I washed my way
down to my belly button and then
I retrieved another handful of body
wash. As I worked it into my hair
then my beard, and I used the excess
suds to scrub my **** and my nuts.
From there I covered my thighs and
worked down my legs. I turned away
from the showerhead and scrubbed
my ******* clean with one more dollop
of Old Spice. I stepped into the burning
streams of water and rid myself of the
day's sweat and grime in one big,
dark puddle swirling down the drain.
I took one more dab of soap and
worked it into a foam.
But I hesitated before I washed my face,
because I realized that I had just
*scrubbed my *******
with the same hands I use to
*wash my ******* face** with.*
But I then sighed and did it anyway.
Apr 15, 2015
Apr 15, 2015 at 9:18 PM UTC
Four black matchstick legs
with white strike tips
large belly and a strong black haired back
Gunk in his eyes and
behind the top of his long ears
he leans into delight
strong torse against leg
behind swaying in the breeze
belly rubs and dominance
the possessively agressive- toilet paper connoisseur
arthritis in his back right leg
I the nightly electronic chair lift
squatter on grass green blanket
I was away when it got worse
no acclimation
full on hell storm
ten years ago...
second grade he pooped in the hallways
he's grown out of the escapist gene
looking back now with our loving eyes
my best friend and brother
Spyro: My Brother Dog.
Sep 29, 2013
Sep 29, 2013 at 10:12 PM UTC
In my mind I see beauty,
Priceless imaginations and fantasies,
Still so many pass by,
Never to have truly lived;
A Spalsh of water,
Dozens of droplets left
To hang in suspension,
Temporarily weightless;
A hillside ablaze, tragic
As it might be, as the tress
A hundred feet tall fall,
Yet life will renew one day;
Two bodies lie together,
One wrapped by the arms
Of another, in silence,
Motionless, in love;
Standing on the shore,
Waves thrashing about ankles,
The sunset so still,
Sleepy above the horizon;
Summer rains
Drench our clothes,
As thunder and lightning
Storm and rumble our hearts;
Laying in the grass,
Warm and dry and green,
Watching from above,
As clouds pass below;
Lengthy moments, with
Another, and you see
Behind those eyes,
The discorded truth;
The capricious life,
Led when one finds
Adventure - finally,
Air that gives breath;
Trees in a forest,
Shuddering in wind
Prepared to die,
To serve others always;
The dance of a flame,
Lit upon a candle,
As if it was such a stage,
Of respect and acclimation,
The embrace of friends,
Love, new and old,
Kinship undying,
Future unnerving;
An infant child,
Held in arms built of
Love and other fine things,
Spoken to in honest tongue;
An evening in the yard,
A ball tossed about,
Suns set each time,
Times long since past;
The will to live,
Truly a special gift,
That which not all ascertain,
Not granted to all alive;
The symphony made up,
From tiny noises does it emanate,
Strong, resolute, with finesse
Collectively, in cooperation;
From atop the highest peaks,
On mountain tops abroad,
The world sprawled out
In utterly perfect disarray;
Passion for Love and Living,
For oneself and for others,
For the tradition and routine,
For the surprise and serendipitous;
Crystal clear waters,
Amply temperate air,
Sunlight broken intermittently,
By green trees and foliage abound;
The propensity to change,
To mold, shape, to evolve,
In fear out of the light,
Found within everything.
May 28, 2013
May 28, 2013 at 2:08 AM UTC
Its teeth are longer and sharper
than any other unforgiving beast on this planet.
The hairs that ***** on the back of its neck
are charged solely by curiosity,
and its eyes burn electric yellow—
never breaking gaze with so much as a blink.
Indigenous to every silent crack of this earth,
it requires no sleep or acclimation.
No living thing can out run it,
and if it sets its sight in your direction,
do not try to argue your fate.
Its presence alone will bring you to your knees,
and wherever it chooses to sink its fangs
will ensure immediate affliction.
This—a sickness of insatiable wonder.
To sit still now will surely be the death of you,
because, darling, you’ve been bitten—
plagued forever with knowing that
millions of somewheres have suns
that are rising, and you cannot rest
until you’ve had a chance to paint them all.
Feb 6, 2017
Feb 6, 2017 at 4:30 PM UTC
“Poetry teaches one to read casuistry and put into fluency of words,
A reality of contributing the internal thoughts of rapture in mending,
Come to pass but it is a poet’s way of living the arts of expression,
Art of expression for the poet as well as a benefit for the reader,
Life through philosophy of words affixed to realization of the subject
When there is obscurity another spectrum of an unusual piquancy,
A poet and writers life is always looking for that germane connotation,
Daydreams of delusion or a nightmare with a colloquy word equanimity,
When everything is onerous we reach a point of imperious efficacy,
Mind body and soul an inimical to dream and precipitous thought with no end,
An uninterrupted moment of solitude and words moments of cessation rest,
In all this words teach a poet care for loved one or dear friend to aplomb,
Until lovers or friends may meet once again earnest in Poetic Acclimation”
By Andrew Guzaldo 03/11/2019 ©
Apr 13, 2019
Apr 13, 2019 at 9:29 PM UTC
This is my spirit leaking
these are my dreams creeping
This is my soul seeking
these are my bones creaking
This is my mind bending
these are my words blending
This is my heart vending
these are my thoughts fending
This is my breath heaving
these are my fingers weaving
This is my world leaving
these are my memories grieving
This is my blood rushing
these are my lungs crushing
This is my luck flushing
these are my veins gushing
Sep 7, 2010
Sep 7, 2010 at 4:16 AM UTC
Black and White
red alone the darkest nights we together
sown, rainbows of humanity grown
show evolutions insanity
In self preservation
not acclimation or empathy
The land now shared was my kin
and wrists enslaved were known
the chains still seen today
the ashes of all the days
shall not be our destiny
We all need to band to find
a resolution and solutions to inhumanity
and solve our woeful plight
we need but see
our common blood red and pure and clean
let grey be the hue we all should see
not black, nor white, nor red!
Jun 14, 2014
Jun 14, 2014 at 8:00 PM UTC
I reminisce on memories
of before we ever touched
Cherishing what had yet to happen
Already missing you so much
-Tue
Digital communication
and lifelines of long distance
shaped our love's acclimation
to suffer with our persistence
-Wed
A decade passed...
and then another half
just faded away
without seeing your face.
What a ******* waste.
-Thu
But now we have forever
because whereever
is now in my arms
And no matter how hard I love you
You still soften to my charms
-Fri 13, March 2015
Mar 13, 2015
Mar 13, 2015 at 10:39 PM UTC
Don't get used to me, please.
That's how it starts.
Remember when we met?
See me as you saw me then.
There must've been something to make you want me.
Remember it, please.
Keep it new.
I'm doing my best to be new
To still be exciting
To still make you interested.
I don't know my success rate.
I think it's low.
I've been through it before.
Once you get used to me,
You start forgetting.
You forget why you wanted me.
You forget any reasons to keep me around.
Reasons to still try.
So, you stop.
So, we stop.
So remember me, please.
Was it my words? my face? my tiger shirt?
Whatever it is, don't forget.
I'll drink more to get back to those words.
I'll put on more makeup to bring back your favors.
I'll wear that shirt all you like.
But please, I'm asking you.
Don't forget me.
Don't get used to me.
Aug 10, 2010
Aug 10, 2010 at 5:22 PM UTC
Affecting inner senses partial to pleasant ,seeking new ways to change the now neutral palette
Separating perceptions with even greater lucidity ,unknown to many while delving deeply into others
Fractional feelings while faint help to form strong bonds, temperatures rising ,possibly burning only to stimulate
Bases are building blocks, solid but receptive to adding on for further employing frameworks forming futures
Acclimation is leading to a degradation ,instead of frolicking in the flexibility of our changing taste
Manners and motions becoming redundant , left feeling flippant and unfocused ,never noticing a cause or effect
simple mannerisms becoming so pale , worlds revolving while we get stale ,losing the appreciation in the haste
Basic known as bland ,begging for release to uplift and simply please ,waiting with something new to detect
Attractions don't have to be delusions ,needing to mix our sensations in order to define further conclusions
Variety is the spice of life, but often we block or stand blind, never allowing life to simply function or flow
Becoming connoisseurs or simply following recipes of others ,making adjustments ,trying to be not caught in illusions
Minor matters require sprinkles,simply a subtle hint ,long stewing or tougher cuts more & deeper flavor for a better show
Lifes plot becoming a larger *** ,attracting scents ,sights,temperatures, bounty is ever present if we take the time to realize
Do they say he was savoring the sodium when referring to the "Old salt" is she a jalapeno? while a seductress
Favored reactions gradually being based on past actions ,flavored so with sentiments, or helping hands of others we that may idealize
Pleasures as piquant ,good taste is not without savour , making the way from tasteless, new life's vitality can be brought by a waitress :) R.C.
May 20, 2016
May 20, 2016 at 6:34 PM UTC
Don't worry my friend,
bad feelings will pass.
Be thankful for them,
I keenly ask.
Without these sorrows,
there's no appreciation.
You'll feel it more tomorrow,
the happiness acclimation.
Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 11:04 AM UTC
(alternately titled: aery diction galloped jocosely)
Abbreviation asper "FAKE"
abdication (wishful thinking),
an aberration Trump accepted
abjuration (or alternative) i.e.
ablation, thee apprenticed
president, would never forsake
abnegation (sooner his cold,
dead paws pried loose Putin
on the Ritz Carlton), this
abomination, his indiscriminate
abrogation appears (underwent)
acceleration autocratic accentuation
Americans aver acceptation,
acclamation, acclimation,
accommodation "FAKE"
accreditation, averse Hispanic
refugee acculturation, he blithely
asseverates, viz faux ******* up)
accumulation unfairly *********
accusation (baseless bigotry)
scapegoating fifty plus shades
brown illegal aliens despite
provable residency status
conveniently citing himself
perforce repetition validates
accustomation touts "FAKE"
non hardy laurels spilt, spelt,
and smelt acetification reign
ruination unleashing acetylation
promoting political acidulation
SCOTUS acrimonious activation
authoritarian smug egoistic
actualization nepotism, jingoism,
despotism actuation atavistic,
apathetic, allergic adaptation
acquiescent, arrant, abhorrent
adjudication Machiavellian aggressive
adjuration acrimonious atrocious
administration alarming, appalling,
arresting admiration abysmal,
artificial, asymmetrical adoration
awful adulation, ambivalent
apathetic adulteration avast
averse adumbration adulteration
affair advocation barren aeration
puffed hirsute aerosolization.
Sep 6, 2018
Sep 6, 2018 at 2:32 AM UTC