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Best Poems Written by Christina Hobson

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The Tiny Little Dancer

The tiny little dancer
Sparkled with dreams in her eyes
A band of jewels in her hair
Twinkling like stars lit the sky.
It was owned by her grandma
Before she had passed away
And she wore it when she danced
As slow music would play.
She could still hear her voice 
Soft and wispy in her ear
Telling to pirouette slowly
Or she might fall on her rear.
She looked just like a angel 
Twirling clean across the floor
She danced as if she had wings
As if she was destined to soar.
Now the tiny dancer was tall
But she could no longer twirl
A hazy car crippled the dreams 
that once brightened her whole world.
Years later she sits smiling
With a band of jewels in her hair
And she still looks like an angel-
Even in a wheelchair.

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R.K.

R.K.
An uphill battle is all we were or could ever be
We collectively from the outside-in make perfect sense
But two cents and two more
Somehow cannot amount to four
In all your complexity
Bothered with my simplicity
Distant marks so prettily spark electricity
But only momentarily because inevitably
It  becomes evidently clear
How terrible we would end
If we ever again set in motion
This train wreck.

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Celebrity

Celebrity
a certain kind of individual 
who views his life as pivotal 
to his fans always residual
no matter how gory the visual
of violet red and blue
somber hues color his “boo”
or all those who misconstrue
his looks and dance moves as virtue
dare to unveil the wretched truth 
and time will only serve the news 
that tinsel town’s beloved muse 
could be just as screwed up as you.

By Christina Hobson

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Strangeness

You call me weird eccentric odd too different 
still I am me
colors are constant through seasons
no one can repaint this scene
the panorama of glamour
you see will forever be
so please take this here instruction
and get accustomed to me.

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My Name

My Name

My hands are magic wands with power innate to create empires never before acquired
Taking away my notebook and pen is like taking sweets from children
Only the latter I would rather recommend
Visions blur and dissolve as I hear my conscience call
Some crawl miniature along the mind’s walls yet I stall
Cause my imagination looms so tall
Almost too bright for the speed at which I write
All that seems right involves script under light
Regardless of fame ascribed to my paper or its stains
Worth equates just the same
Either way lines shall contain
My name.

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Crawl To Walk

Crawl to Walk

You can give a man water
but you can’t make him drink,
You can give a man knowledge
but you can’t make him think.
You can offer him advice
but he may not obey,
You can guide him to light
but in dark he might stay.
You can give a man shelter
but you can’t calm his storm,
You can light him a fire
but you can’t keep him warm.
You can grant a man vision
but you can’t make him see,
You can release him from chains
but you can’t set him free.
You can give a man all
he could possibly need,
but he can’t plant a tree
if he can’t sow a seed.

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Old House

Wooden floors creak…squeak, squeak, squeak
The languid cat naps on the piano 
Letting tumbleweed run its course
All the day long
No thought enters the desolate attic
Of decanters and hundred-legged pests
Those who dare to eagerly venture
Will follow suit and never return
Names are unspoken 
And pleas die unheard
As cobwebs hang into laughs
The creature below relentlessly strikes
Even grandfather clock loses count
Of curious dwellers gobbled astray.

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Mermaid

She paints the deep sea with tranquility
While glistening scales entice
Hair flaming, skin beaming luminously
In azure waters of night.
Fellow creatures below witness the show
Eyes authentic like her grace
She glides through ripples to wonder unknown
And joy streams along her face.