Best Lacking Poems

I laughed and the world was silent
For it seemed the joke was me
I wished to be a comfort
Yet, it was not meant to be

I stood upon the broadest shoulders
and still in the end I felt quite short
I couldn't see past lonely mountains
What goodly news could...

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Lacking 

Lacking eloquence
Lector lacking

Bullfrogs and lemmings crooning
In the swamp of dim intellect
Spewing their haughtiness
Through their noses the spittle drops
Collecting in murky waters

Their stagnation hiding within their bubble of hate
When the swamp dries lest it be said
No one will be opening heavens gate
One can not persuade...

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There are in the world, at least two types of folks
there are some living comfy and those under the yokes.

If you’re of the former, eating three squares per day,
when you look at the latter, do you cast them away?

Do you feel in your heart, anything...

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I woke up this morning and knew what I'd do,
I'd write me a poem, or I'd maybe write two
So pen at the ready and coffee on tap,
I waited for something to fall in my lap.
I waited, I waited, and waited some more
I stared at the...

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Most of my Lix spittle existence
     found me figuratively
     (primarily academically) adrift,
     and malfunctioning blinker
analogous to a boat with
     out an ankh (caws

     away) aimlessly...

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Where wisdom is lacking, the ego is king
Self-deception’s most likely the lay of the land,
A life without boundaries formless like clay,
Without God, all that’s real falls through fingers like sand.

“No God,” precious friend, means the future’s not yours,
And the past, though it’s dear to you,...

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Pride and Prejudice: The Lacking Margins

Pride and Prejudice, a passionate novel by Jane Austen, published anonymously in three volumes in 1813. A masterpiece of English literature, composed with penetrating wittiness and exquisite character delineation, it concentrates on the tumultuous relationship amongst Elizabeth Bennet, the daughter...

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Today’s trains leave much to be desired, in the way of charm.

The iron horse of yesteryear, laughs at his grandchildren’s weakness.

The great king of the old tracks; a force unconquerable.

...

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Those writers inspired by a muse
Have a bevy of topics to choose
So when faced with a time
For composing a rhyme 
There are mountains of thoughts to peruse.  

But the rest of us sit there and stare,
Pencils poised, although barely aware
Of the air that surrounds;
Meanwhile,...

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Still in my world
My world of segregation
Thinking aloud
Without my knowledge
Saying I’m so separated
From the world of others

Here a crippled man
Sitting besides me
Just murmur out some words
Saying if he had what i have
The world would have been his

But here I am
With all it takes physically
Talking nonsense...

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Most of my Lix spittle 
+ four additional anniversaries 
since exiting birth canal 
as full term newborn 
re: minimally viable existence
post doc severance umbilical cord,
nevertheless yours truly

found himself figuratively
linkedin and tethered to lifeline
particularly in formative years
(primarily academically) adrift,
and malfunctioning blinker
analogous to a boat 
without an...

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It's been far too long,
More than a year,
Or maybe just longer 
than I care to remember,
Since I had that feeling in my gut:
Like I couldn't get enough
Of the very essence of what
It Felt to be alive.
And all the signs say that
I'm there again -
But all...

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Is the passion in my writing lost?
I feel like I should try harder.
Are the words as deep as they once were?
I feel as though something's missing....

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Lying in the cool grass,
Looking up,
Admiring the twinkling lanterns
Hung randomly in the black sky.
Are you looking at the same sky?
And focusing on the same star?
And thinking about me?
My head shakes vigorously
In an attempt to get you out,
But it does no good.
A star shoots across the...

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Old age will be miserable
If one thinks of the dreams
That haven't been fulfilled
And time is lacking
If one thinks of the hatred buried in the heart
And there is a little chance to release
The oldy is too weak to combat again
He will burn himself out
Like a candle...

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