Best Appreciating Poems

Changing your priorities
broadens the width of your scope.
And you start searching your heart
for a faint glimmer of hope.

Luck leaps merrily along,
then makes a sharp reversal.
For life's not a Broadway play;
there's no script or rehearsal.

The beauty of Winter's white
leaves Autumn colors in doubt.
And when tears morph...

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You didn't come from money
And you never had it made
Worked as a child and surrendered  
All the money you were paid

You turned your hopes into reality 
And I know that it's because
You learned as soon as you could walk
That that's what hard work always...

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The young lieutenant's uniform
pressed and fit; a second skin 
he was young; strong, as once was I
On his face the surety of innocence,
it set his jaw, as mine had been
back when good and bad were well defined.

In the airport, where we met,
inquired he of my...

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Appreciating Life.

Use every morning to celebrate another day-
Appreciate the dawning, and live life while you may.
Many eyes did not open with this morning's light,
Many hearts are broken when ends the night.
Try to appreciate  your life in every way
And remember - some people don't have...

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Slowing my mind to analyze each finger as an individual

My fingers are individual in nature. I see them as unique tools each having a body of character necessary to meet my every whim. 

Left pinky is permanently bent from football and rugby but can perform...

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The sun will shine, and the clouds will rain 
these winds will blow, and love will yet feign 
the eye will see, and the heart will crave 
the body will sin, and sin will enslave 

The baby will crawl, and the boy will walk 
the...

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In marble mortar his pestle struck
fragmented vermilion flakes,
ground fine into powder base
"The Girl with a wine glass"
Artist's current work
Sunburst highlights
Satin sheen
Captures
Time









Favourite Artist -
Johannes Vermeer...

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The fingers explore new heights
As colors express the limbs
Blue irradiates the town
As true darkness falls

Hidden eyes escape the sight
Of the bell tower entrance
It rings with purposeful hand
Gone are the lost men

The trees linger, still around
Loving the strong mastered forms
The city escapes no one
The lack of...

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Little Cindy Lou Who
Won’t let the Grinch be blue
optimist for sure
her heart is utterly pure

She expects the best
At Whoville Christmas Fest
Grinch comes around
Happiness is found...

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I guess I have these momentary choices,
some days privileged with more
and some more challenged
by un-privileged less experience
with ego/eco-centric bilateral choice,

Do I want to know and love myself more
for how I am different and special
unique and maybe a bit brightly privileged
right now?

Or am I more self-appreciative
for...

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Butterfly girl greets the quiet wren in a field of corn
Where yellow and light green vegetation is often born
Far off they hear an accordion and a Romanian horn.
Melodies are terrific says a dwarf who arrived this morn.

Soft-spoken wren opens up his beak to sing a...

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Rubenesque Hilda loved her ample rotund girth
As did her enamored husband, Charlie McMirth
She was corpulently rounded, and forever fine.
Charlie often said “I am grateful that Hilda is mine.”...

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                     11/10/2023
  

When you have thoughts that bring might you down,
Remember, please do, The Almighty, made no clowns!


Appreciate whatever, any and all things you...

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artists brush

 
i have painted you 
with the pointed brush of an artist
creating every line and detail of your body
before finishing the colors

now
I have laid aside my paint-filled brush
realizing that i could never compliment your beauty
with pastels on canvas

i filled volumes with words
intending to tell...

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Nestled in the hills, with panoramic view
Of hills and valleys and skies of blue
I sit on the porch in the morning hours
And listen to the birds and enjoy the flowers.

Sometimes the wind is all that I hear
It is quiet and calm beyond compare
A meditative energy...

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