Best Obsesses Poems

The "shocking" news gets all the pub,
while the worthwhile takes the back seat.
People are generally more concerned
about the scare that is Britney's hair 
or lack thereof.Or about the final 
resting place for Anna Nichole when it 
is really nothing more than a hole.


No, I'm talkin'...

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The strong gust of wind was cut off from its source; a frigid early spring blast that swept across a lofty mountain range, high above British Columbia.

It then encircled one of the lesser peaks and swooped down upon the slippery ice pack below, reaching out...

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The Beauty of Innocence
The Innocence of open eyes,not just pretend ,but unaware of any lies,
She opens the world around her as she surprises the obsesses of the prime,
Holding on to the world that she does not even know she owns, until she finds herself in...

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Hold it jumping knife
Lead me now 
Off pride quality resembling stationary trains 
Under velvet willows 
xylem yields Zephaniah 
Angelic baritone can decorate 
Everything from giants hollering inspirational jargon 
Kids leaping mysteriously 
No-one obscures problematically quaint 
Redound steadfast triumphs 
unwarrantably viscous wispy
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Zany are bold claims...

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Calcutta. 

Hot and unberable in the searing summer heat 
and unberarable for more reasons than the heat. 
In a popular tourist cafe an American widow 
obsesses on her dead husband: she has a bundle 
of photos, letters and other mementos to show as 
she tells...

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Darkness surrounds me, obsesses me now.
I face the devastating power, feeling my strength draining.
I can smell the evil, as my insides roar a warning shot,
But lust for the dark has taken control.

How quickly our resolve can drain away.
Only hours ago I gathered with a congregation...

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I do, but I don’t
I can, but I won’t 
I feel, but I’m numb
I’m wise, but I’m dumb

I’m here, but not really
I’m ever so silly
It’s the mask that I wear
You won’t catch me bare

An actress, I am
I’m goofy, the “ham”
The quirky and weird one
Who gets...

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"Our song" obsesses, somewhere past surreal
As a wayward shadow's breeze breaks free
And light enters thoughts, overtakes “without you daze”
Where, everywhere your essence spills
Drops of breaths upon my skin as pianos begin to play

I feel the air of specter’s dance
The ballad's passion luring ghosts from long...

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A lifelong process
That lifelong obsesses
With lifelong failure
Or lifelong success,

As a daffodil
Must fall
Before it is noon
Then nothing can heal....

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Fretting and Forgetting

Are fools the only ones who are forgetting?
And if they are will they first be fretting?
Worrying when things are at their worst
Forgot songs because have not rehearsed.

What song in split second are they singing?
Not enough time for hands to start wringing
And if they...

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Wary the man walks alone,
Wary the woman who never stands apart,
Wary the child never says a word,
Wary the leader whose words never stop,
Wary the actor who keeps no regrets,
Wary the fool who regrets all,
Wary the worker who never stays late,
Wary the manager that never goes...

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Do you not find it strange,
Even slightly ironic, 
That in a time when knowledge is king, 
A living beast that that we seek to tame, 
So, we can reach the top of the heap,
A quest that so obsesses us that we even seek it in...

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Money and wealth
  used to accompany class

Now more often than not,
  it tends toward the crass

There used to be style
  that went along with good luck

Now nouveau riche dogma
  just passes the buck

The internet minions
  and rappers galore

Litter our vision
...

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Over Her Resume'

With others problems would be a big exhibition
But with Hillary would be a smooth transition
Will others will have difficulties they must face
In her mind has a staff permanently in place.

To some other would and did it ever occur
Would House has been a second...

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Fiery Lotus blossoms in my mind,
as I sleep the sleep of the blessed artist,
pinwheels of spinlets of gold of finest finery,
gold from the dresses of pouting princesses,
that spin and blossom in spires of artistic desire,
that make my third eye grow wet in perspire.

Gold leaflets of...

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