Best Appreciated Poems

It is the same beautiful, sweet thorny rose received in both celebration of life and sorrow of death.

Received in life; a tendency to be consumed of beautiful, sweet possibilities, ignoring the thorns of death that must accompany.
Received in death, feeling only the pierce of thorns;...

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My latest President
also appreciated Americans
he may never meet
or hear
or smell

Not to mention out to get
ever better tasted,
with or without informed consent,
not so vulnerably seen
or transparently felt
with copassioned
trauma-free intent,
yet not actually met,
just yet

And
I am confused
that any President would feel
he needs to say this,
as if appreciating Americans
were...

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Forever lies the snake, 
The animal with no legs.
Forever runs the hare,
Contenuosly hopping away.

Forever flys the bat
Innocent, yet feared.
Forever swims the swan 
Innocent, but adored.

Forever leaps the mountain goat,
Cunning to live at mountain summits.
Foever lives the tortise, 
An old, beloved race.

Forever to have something in...

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Honesty will Always be Appreciated
 
We all live in a time now when crime happened to most of the people.
Doesn’t care about the unnecessary needs of life and having the different lifestyles with alcohol and drugs is the mindset of some people whom have been...

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There’s beauty in the ordinary things   
like challenges and joys each season brings,
the world of work and school, and kids at play
between sunrise and sunset every day.

There’s awe-inspiring glory to behold
as tapestry of moon and stars is rolled
across the sky, to gazers’ pure...

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Every day,
I fight to be heard.
My thoughts and ideas,
Over shadowed by male pride.
My suggestions and solutions to problems get used,
But only, when they are repeated by a man.
It's as if I am that little voice in their head.
The one they ignore at first.
It is so...

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My friend
 Carla 
was trying 
to rescue me 
from Tony
the tyranny 
of his beastility
See:
Carla has ownership
of her own 
battles to win
And I
  wasn't ready 
to let her 
abrasions 
suck me in
Although:
her heart is
 in the 
right place
and now 
I appreciate
that kindness
 comes in 
all...

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Appreciated Words of God

I always had appreciated God's word,
As everyone of them often occurred;
My attention caught;
About them thought;
When heard my faith was reassured.

Jim Horn...

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just more than mere thank you:
an act so righteous,
honor with humility,
proud to be alive.
grateful to the sanity,
even for my life.
turn around and look;
like an open book,
you have to soak yourself with grace,
blessings to embrace,
just waiting for the right moment,
a place for you under the sun,
to...

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My name is Tom Bear Bell.  I was born in 1950 in a cold climate far up north.  Of 
mixed blood (half Eskimo/ half Polar Bear) ; I am proud to say I was the first of my 
breed (Innuit  Whos clothes...

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For as long as I can remember
Beautiful people are in short supply,
Even though there were times of unspoken words
And static in the lines of communication,
You’re smile and friendship never waned
Never became a cause for pain
You were always appreciated
The value of that stock has not and...

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Do you know what it’s like
To have your freedom back at last,
To be able to choose new colours
Once pinned out of reach to the mast,
To find tho’ you’ve lost your employment,
You can still retain all of your pride,
To discover the grass is greener
On the unexplored...

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We dump waste 
To recycle, remade or reuse
But we hide our feelings deep in the heart
Never mean for recycling
Happiness to be appreciated, to be remembered
And sadness to be discarded
Or to be transformed into an experience or a lesson
We keep our knowledge in mind 
Never to...

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UNCLAIMED FREIGHT

I offered myself to you - Rejected many for you, made myself
Exclusively yours - You never understood that I was not here
To endure jealousy, hate or envy –
Only to serve you and teach you how to include instead of excluding...
You looked over and under...

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When I was a child I spoke as a Child!   
 As a StoryTeller things changed, and I still speak as a child
A  powerful child for love is a choke of words never will be said in the atmosphere wall of spoken...

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