Best Appeals Poems

Dear mother nature you're supposed
to make the world a good place to be in
Today the sky had hues of orange

Life begins every day when the sun arises 
Mixed with the fire's toast 
drinking of daylight 

Nature's wonderful respect for darkness
A moon shared the sky 
And...

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Dear mother nature you're supposed
to make the world a good place to be in
Today the sky had hues of orange

Life begins every day when the sun arises 
Mixed with the fire's toast 
drinking of daylight 

Nature's wonderful respect for darkness
A moon shared the sky 
And...

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My love
I felt sympathy of winds
With my love
To you
And is founded the virtue
Of my love
In rains
In sole heart how in mellowness
Heaven kisses the earth
Desire
With passion
Of love
Divine depicted love
In rainbow lips
But might some in doubt
Still in love
But nature love in songs
And in scenes
in hues splashed butterflies
And...

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An Appeals Court

What appeals to circuit
Court up they need to perk it,
Now and never quit.

Watching news and writing poems
from observations is always interesting.

Jim Horn...

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I used to spend an average of sixty dollars a day at a store.
It did not matter what I bought, as long as I purchased something.
I would leave the clerks cheering, I was their job security.

Unsure when I outgrew this habit, probably when I began...

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Does What Reveals Appeals

There may be many things this reveals, 
When more things to you always appeals;  
From Trump receive; 
We will never believe; 
Sounds like some more of what Trump spiels.

With or without Glackens.

Jim Horn...

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be relatable
but I am exactly that
behind the facade...

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Steals and Deals Which Aways Appeals

we have heard that steals
even fruit that off skin peals
which do make great deals...

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Appeals

            In winter the dry field
            ask the rain to be soaked  ...
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America is immune to all appeals, a metal colossus that does not know the echo of the heart,
A nation ensnared in chains of concrete and glass, above the fields of forgotten dreams,
A cacophony of shadows that cannot decipher the language of the poet, his verses...

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I must confess
I want to just lose these high heels;
I must confess,
I’m confined by this satin dress;
Hear you ignore all these appeals,
I’ve got to know just how that feels;
I must confess …...

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years of waiting bring
a father’s desperate cry…
prisoner released...

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