Best Obscured Poems

When it looks like the fire inside were doused 
Do you pretend not to notice?
Do you try and lit it up again?
Will you walk away without a second thought?
Knowing that when you saw her “that day”
She had a smile that said I am me
Comfortable 
Receptive...

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That is truth, 
in England  
all people have looked as polished talents and genius,
even a driver there
or porter, or steward, 
or begger, or trader, 
or stealer, or priest, 
or head of ministry
do not work without great quality and service. 
There is, seem, only one...

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Tennis in the wind
An audience like fans to the trees
Serves an unfair advantage...

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First look, glasses as my eyes glance
From left to right I begin to read
Much as if I were in a trance
My education faulted for this deed

Second look with randomness I search
Looking for a pattern, no not the glasses
Does this person attends a formal church
This poem...

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The River is wide and unbearably cold,
beyond the tide under a winter blanket,
alone in it's own secret is stories of old,
empty with aged beauty to beset,
sits quietly unaccupied with unread mystery,
shrouded among ferns and pines sheltered alone,
protected from the cold winter frenzy.

Through ages past does...

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Smiles hide a sadness,
a haunting madness that
runs in circles.

Things accumulate,
rise up around him
until he is safe, 
and obscured.

Unseen, unharmed,
unheard of.  

Silent cries silenced, still. 

He aches for you to hear him,
reach in and pull him
from the pit.

Take his hand, 
please....

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The ancient Hindu text mentions the story of the celestial dragon,
the serpent that drinks the nectar of Gods holding wagon.
Indicating that abundance has its limits, get to the grips,
beheading the manipulating leech causing the eclipse.
The temporarily obscurity being in the shadow of another body, 
or...

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Down distance streets distant days obscured 
Visions of idle things resting in the weeds skeletal 
Rusted eons have fallen machines dead

In their stance flies flicker and dance strange 
Streets stretching off into complex patterns a city 
Grid of a dead metropolis alternate realms 

Realities a...

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Sitting in a corner, observing events as they unfold 
I live like a toad in my precious humble abode 
Sleeping and Waking  up from the same place 
In a world obscured but certainly secured 
Not that I am jailed in this place of grace...

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The clock keeps on ticking as time goes by,
I sit here to think yet still wonder why?
As the day passes does it leave me behind?
While the clock is ticking is it time I find?

Darkness approaches as the night begins,
I stand in the dark just me...

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Thomas Obscured

forgotten 
by our religion
we have avoided
this channel to truth..
it is a direct channel
not impeded by tenets 
and teachings which
veil that which
is obscured..
there is a fear
perhaps
which holds the
veil in place..
a glimpse plus
some courage
and we are pushed..
recognizing Peace...

(Referring to the Gospel of Thomas..)...

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On the way of choosing my path,
right or wrong I lost my mind
Thoughts are there stored enough to perplex,
waves of words blew all along the way,
unclear, be more precise else I might be caught,
caught in a couch tied with a string,
after when the precision came...

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The silver moon capped the golden sun ~
Festive eyes gathered for fun...

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Rust clings like memories, 
framing the world, 
a mottled lace of time—  
the window pane, 
a portal to whispers, 
yet the view is  
a watercolor dream, 
blurring edges, 
softening the harshness, 
where light dances  
through corroded veins, 
and beauty hides  
in...

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