If a poet is anybody, he is somebody to whom things made matter very little - somebody who is obsessed by Making.
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People can get obsessed with romance, they can get obsessed with political paranoia, they can get obsessed with horror. It's isn't the fault of the subject matter that creates the obsession, I don't think.
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Nurtured and Flourishing
Obsessed.
Obsessed,
With what they believe...
Flatters.
Like looks.
Fashion.
And bling that comes adorned.
Things that to them matter!
Like images.
And 'things' to them that are physical.
Things to them,
Worn!
Mindsets of limited consciousness.
And yet...
Some become upset,
If their flaunting goes ignored.
Perceiving one they select,
To flatter.
Accepts,
In a contained self-centeredness.
And...
Is possessed.
By the receipt,
Complete in one's observation...
Of their obsessions.
Nurtured and flourishing in deceit!
But this thought process...
Has never been one to digest,
By those who live to accomplish deeds.
In total acceptance of how they are perceived.
To satisfy those whims given...
And from them to leave!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Poet I Am', And 'The Poet I Am Not
The poet I am, and the poet I am not
‘The poet I am’ says
To ‘the poet I am not’,
‘Why can’t I be more like you? ’
And ‘the poet I am not’ says
‘Because you are not good enough’
And ‘the poet I am’ begins to cry,
And ‘the poet I am not’ says
‘Real poets cry for more meaningful things’
And ‘the poet I am’ says ‘I am who I am and what I will be means so much to me. But still I am not the poet I wanted to be’.
And ‘the poet I am not’ says
‘Exactly. Were you less concerned with who you are and more concerned with others you might be a bit more of a poet than you are now.’
And ‘the poet I am’ is silent.
And ‘the poet I am not’is somewhere else being someone else
That ‘the poet I am and the poet I am not’ cannot see or dream.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Love's Obsession
This love shit is getting old
I'm tired of making an effort and your failure to see the love that
Is my heart
Im tired of this love shit
Always depressing me
I'm starting to hate you even thou
I love you so
I love you so much I cant stand myself
I'm starting to question do I love you or am I obsessed?
I have driven my self insane with this question
I want to let you go and move on
But everytime I try
I remember all the good times we have had together
Then I start making reasons why i cant let go of you
The main reason is
I love you
Everyone says I'm obsessed...
Am I...
No...
I wouldn't say I'm obsessed
I would say I am in love
But they dont know what is but,
I do
(11-22-04)
poem by Brandi Young
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Am I obsessed with death?
Stroking a head of a snake
Feeling a tiger’s breath
Am I obsessed with death?
Am I obsessed with death?
Daydreaming while crossing a street
of life that I want to have
Am I obsessed with death?
Am I obsessed with death?
When shit start hitting fans
at results I will quietly laugh
Am I obsessed with death?
Am I obsessed with death?
Laying sick on a bed of death
I will cling to what I still have
I simply enjoy the life
Don’t care about death
Jan 12,2010
poem by Slava Olchevski
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Before a Poetry Reading
'Poet! Poet! Poet! Poet! '
I'm feeling nervous but I mustn't show it!
'Poet! Poet! Poet! Poet! '
I hope to heaven that I won't blow it!
'Poet! Poet! Poet! Poet! '
I mustn't reveal that I'm a second-rate poet!
I'm only a rhymer, but they don't know it!
If you've got no talent you'll have to grow it!
'Poet! Poet! Poet! Poet! '
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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It Really Doesn't Matter
You say your ugly, i say it doesn't matter.
You say you have a dark past,
i say it doesn't matter.
You say theirs overwhelming responsibility,
i say it doesn't matter.
I don't believe in walking away when things get hard.
In fact they are my spark to continue my march.
Through thick and thin where to begin.
You say you don't have a way.
I say it doesn't matter.
You say that you cant give back what you would like.
I say it doesn't matter.
You say, you say oh it really doesn't matter,
I live one day at a time.
Choices will be made that will save the day
but hurt me financially.
It doesn't matter Choice will be made
that will set me back in my expectations.
It doesn't matter,
It really doesn't matter.
Its well worth it.
To see the beauty that
you have placed before me.
Oh how its worth it.
To settle down and not be looking to be found.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Making of a poet
Making of a poet
Is to dresses up
With soft and hard
words at a time.
Poet is not found
In closed well
And indoor games
are not to be
searched for the
Purpose of lifes music.
Making of a poet
Is to manage knowlege
In the replicate model
And to invite franchise
Much awaited justice
That demolish by
Maoists blow.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Not Obsessed With Making Impressions
Some folks are programmed to believe
They can not live without impressing others.
Until they have become deprogrammed!
And most times that is not a conscious effort.
It has a lot to do with one's circumstances.
Meaning...
A bout with reality!
And reality has a way of prioritizing one's life.
It puts the basicness in it!
Prior to this 'struggle' obsession rules!
One becomes obsessed with things!
And what one thinks 'things' to them bring!
Like an attractiveness.
Have you ever notice...
Someone who is able to afford 'things',
Is also indecisive?
Strip them of the opportunity to possess...
And they become depressed!
An unhappiness succeeds!
And their wholesome faith they once professed,
In God...
Diminishes!
However...
One not obsessed with making impressions.
Or connected by a 'programming'...
They are less attractive without needless possessions,
Can survive through a recession...
Or whatever a downsizing of a lifestyle is called,
Is better off!
They can deal with the adjustment of setting priorities.
Maybe lose a few friends in the process!
But you will not find these people upset,
They can not keep up with others...
Who are stressed within concepts,
That they need to feed an ego
No longer keeping up with the times!
And having a peace of mind...
Comes tax free with a lot of common sense,
Some folks discover too late...
How cost effective and healthy,
Nights with restful sleep...
Comes to the one who has put their life,
In perspective!
And becomes free of making useless confessions!
There is nothing like the smell of fresh morning dew.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Clear Vision
O poet have a clear vision
Sooner or later you are dying
O poet have a participation
In this vibrant poetry community
Sooner or later you are dying
O poet you do not know minus
And you know only plus plus
Sooner or later you are dying
Here is your eyes here is sun
Here is bird here is song
O poet you are here with butterflies
You are here with the whirlwind
Sooner or later you are dying
O poet you are above you are below
You are behind you are a head
O poet this world is your garden
And you are blossoming here in passion
And you are making a story
O poet you have a clear vision
And you are here at this moment.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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This Poet Is Always Beside You
You are reading my poem but,
This poet is never known;
However, this poet is always beside you.
I am on your lips and,
I am in your mouth;
I am in your heart and,
I am in your mind;
Because, this poet is always beisde you.
This poet writes and others read,
This poet speaks and others listen,
And this poet is always beside you;
But, this poet is never known.
The works of this poet are on the internet,
And, they are being read by many! !
But, this poet is never known;
However, this poet is always beside you.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The life of a Poet
The poet listens
the poet hears
he writes down
all his fears.
He observes things
that others don't
going to places
that others won't.
Inspired by simple things
like a sound or smell
the poet has lots
of stories to tell.
Even when asleep
his mind isn't at rest
in fact this is the time
it's at it's creative best.
The poet can be a restless soul
his life reflected on the page
some verse can be sweet and mild
then full of anger and rage.
The poet can be mysterious
and write in a strange way
he will say Black is White
and that night is day.
The poet is an artist
but instead of paint it's the word
painters want their work to be seen
but poets just need to be heard.
poem by Kevin Halls
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Beauty Contest
Damsel in distress is quite submissive
Look how somber my vanity is
A feminine human creature
Superficial, seducing detour
Im going to the mall for the cookie cutter
The ugly duckling will always suffer
Contaminated standards, I try to fight it
I better get back on my diet
Obsessed with the beauty contest
Beauty contest
Howd my vanity get such a mess?
Beauty contest
Im obsessed
Reduce myself, I got the strict restrictions
Not sexy enough without the regulations
A melting point countdown the fading features
Born to blossom and bloom to perish
Obsessed with the beauty contest
Beauty contest
Oh, Ive got to get out of this mess
Beauty contest
Im obsessed
And Ive fallen, I cant help myself
Im feeling envious of all the rest
Youre bringing out the lemming in me
A victim of the cattle call disease
Not easy to be me
I feel swollen
Obsessed with the beauty contest
Beauty contest
Howd my vanity get such a mess?
Obsessed with the beauty contest
Obsessed with the beauty contest
Beauty contest
Ive got to get out of this mess
Obsessed with the beauty contest
Obsessed with the beauty contest
Beauty contest
Howd my vanity get such a mess?
Caught up in the beauty contest
Caught up in the beauty contest
Caught up in the beauty contest
Caught up in the beauty contest
Caught up in the beauty contest
And I feel swollen
Howd my vanity get such a mess?
My vanitys a mess
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We'll be Together
No matter where we're
We'll be together
I'm not alone because I have you
People think we don't belong together and it a waste of time
I don't care what they say because
I love you no matter what
I feel you when you're not here
When we're part
We'll be together
No matter where we're
People made fun of me being with you, but
It doesn't matter what they say because you're a great guy
I know we will make it through
No one can stop me from loving you
I know we're inseparable
I miss you when you're not around
We'll be together
We can overcome what comes through us
People think they can keep us part and we won't do anything
I'm smart enough to know that I won't be fool by them
I be with you and hug you in my arms and also I don't care what they say
When we're part
We'll be together
No matter where we're
People made fun of me being with you, but
It doesn't matter what they say because you're a great guy
I know we will made it through
No one can stop me from loving you
I know we're inseparable
Even when we're miles apart
You're still in my heart and
Not another guy because I can't live without you
People will look at me like that and tell me things about you because
They think I shouldn't date you
So it doesn't matter because
I will be right by your side and love you forever until end
We'll be together
poem by Christina Phan
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Poet is free
Poet is free
No grammarian can guide the poet
Do not tell before a poet you are dare
And I know there are so many grammarians
With so many grammars
The poet is one with truth with love
All the grammars old middle modern
Are of no use for a poet
At the time of poet's thought
Poet's love poet's poetry
Nobody can search research poet's history
Nobody can dare to described poet
Poet can create his own language
His own grammar and it does not bother the poet
Whether you like it or not
Leave the poet on his own way
It is better you to read him love him
If you are alive.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Im so sorry
I'm so sorry
Sorry for making you think all men are the same
Sorry for making you feel naked
Sorry for sharing my dreams with the outside world
I'm so sorry
Sorry for taking late night calls in your presence
Sorry for not making you my number one
Sorry for not saying thank you
I'm so sorry
Sorry for the tears I've made you cry
Sorry for not answering when you called upon my name
Sorry for waking up and not finding me there
Sorry for making you feel unappreciated and unloved
I'm so sorry
Sorry for not saying Happy Birthday
Sorry for being a nightmare in your life
Sorry for making you my punching bag
I'm so sorry
Sorry for making you say sorry when it was not your fault
Sorry for the promises I made but never kept
I'm so sorry
poem by Neo tshegofatso Molefe
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Obsessed With You
You are just a concept
You are just a dream
You're just a reflection
Of the new regime
You are just a symbol
You are just theme
You're just another figure
For the sales machine
Ooo ooo they're obsessed
With yoo ooo
Ooo ooo cos they're watching
Yoo ooo
You are just a victim
You are just a find
Soon to be a casualty
Of time
You are just a concept
You are just a dream
You're just a reflection
Of the new regime
Ooo ooo they're obsessed
With yoo ooo
Ooo ooo they're obsessed
With yoo ooo
Ooo ooo cos they're watching
Yoo ooo
Ooo ooo they're obsessed
With yoo ooo
Ooo ooo they're obsessed
With yoo ooo
Ooo ooo cos they're watching
Yoo ooo
You are just a victim
You are just a find
Soon to be a casualty
Of time
You are just a symbol
You are just theme
You're just another figure
For the sales machine
Ooo ooo they're obsessed
With yoo ooo
Ooo ooo they're obsessed
With yoo ooo
Ooo ooo cos they're watching
Yoo ooo
Ooo ooo they're obsessed
With yoo ooo
Ooo ooo they're obsessed
With yoo ooo
Ooo ooo cos they're watching
Yoo ooo
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Poet, O Poet
Let not the dog out
The poet cried.
Poet, poet, O poet
Imagine, imagine and imagine
Your imagination is our wealth
Your imagination is our health
Imagine, imagine and imagine
Create things on your own
In your own world my dear poet
That is not known and that is owned.
Let not the dog out
The poet cried.
Poet, poet, O poet
We have no control over anything
We have no control over the land
That is dreamy.
It is only you O poet
Who can control us from that land
Where nothing to be shame
Where no body is there to blame
Where there is only fame and fame.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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No Matter How Handsome and Tall
No matter how Handsome and Tall -
No matter how more Beautiful than all-
No matter how Great-
No matter how Courageous and Strong -
No matter how Loving and Kind-
No matter how Good as Good can be-
No matter how much of All and Everything,
In every way and form
No matter who one is
And what one is
And how much they give
And how life is made better or more beautiful by them-
No matter how Big or how Small
Each one of us
In the end,
In one real sense,
Nothing at all.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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I'm not that obsessed with making representations of ugliness. Everything I've seen is beautiful.