Best Lameness Poems

An infinite door of midnight blue;
glowing peephole that is the moon.
Dare I look before turned to dust?
Yes, dear friend, I surely must.

In the midst, a city of finest gold,
large as the earth; immense and bold.
Quoins of pearl, this must be known,
the lusture seemed a life,...

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Swept up into piles; everywhere 
Abouts; in collected heaps all 
Around.               
It is almost as if the drab 
Streets were strewn with the 
Precious wealth of King Solomon's 
Gold!  ...

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Eagle light, I sun to you; through burning rainbows of the precious holy triangle, in the eyeful name of faith. Thanking you, for boldness, tameness,and firmness.

I choose to cloud strong in the stars of your perfections, with all righteousness. 

I renounce the fold and toad...

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When mom, Naomi, was your mom not quite,
she was a barista at the Starbucks
just blocks away from where your thunderstruck
dad used to curse the name whose will to write
mistreated sonnets never metered right. 
In those days, my daughter, a word like schmuck
would suit your father,...

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I return my ungratefulness
for all your help and tenderness
that dwarf my potentials from incipient
and i here boast my lament

for you are the pilot of my lameness
a gift and a hope of darkness
the weather is now inclement
for my tall horns of incompetent

for all my walls are...

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growing up too soon

	you said: is there anything more excruciating than lagging behind
						being passed by
	a hasbeen
				still knocking on portals
twitching toes twirling thumbs
         in fidgety drawn-curtained waiting rooms

and the always taken-for-granted toiling mothers maimed in mid-life stoopbent under...

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When life slips into sameness
And the days go drifting by,
Those who shuffle, feeling aimless,
Should find other fish to fry.

For the bored are never blameless
Since there’s so much they can do
Without being bold or shameless
In the projects they pursue.

We can all claim sloth or lameness
If we...

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Sonnets XC-XCVII

Artificial Smile
by Michael R. Burch

I’m waiting for my artificial teeth
to stretch belief, to hollow out the cob
of zealous righteousness, to grasp life’s stub
between clenched molars, and yank out the grief.

Mine must be art-official?zenlike Art?
a disembodied, white-enameled grin
of Cheshire manufacture. Part by part,
the human smile...

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Fine tussled forelock hides unbridled pain
from stifle-lameness acknowledged too late,
withering lesser those few that remain
watching as Stormcloud takes one final gait.

Soft drizzled rain-drops accompany booms
heard where each hoof tramples dirt into dust.
Mist escaped muzzle while ignorance looms,
glistens sheen gaskins long aching to bust.

Once thought sickle-hock...

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Meaningful



From the moor cries were genuine
Not betrayal it was
A cosmetic topped democratic

Poor quarrels were hopeful
Lying down in icy cool
Majority of halves, got torture being fool

Things are right, things are right
Gentleman's notes from air
In warm and costlier coats

Guys! view seriously them
Plied in open cool
Binding hands like...

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I
When we first met I thought you were the one.
We were close together during that trip to the mountain. 
Every activity we were together.
By the bonfire we sat together
To me you were young and pretty plus much different than the rest.
I wanted to hang out...

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Fabel Sixteen 
PART ONE
Fabel Sixteen 
 
CharlaX Fables 
 
Famous Charles' 
 
Historic “Charles” 
 
WE now explore the the Charles of HIStory or HiSTORY LOLZX. 
The History of Charles County 
________________________________________ 
Where can you find great seafood, enough history to fill several books, top-flight...

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Not impressive? Not attractive?
It’s brutally nonaligned to your stature
It doesn’t  appeal to your senses?
‘cause the same never attracts.

So, what if superpowers would be lame?
They wouldn’t have lacked in all constructive ways
But the idealness still would have remained the same
Because the void cannot surpass the...

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I let it slip away
I know who was right who was wrong.
I know the truths and the lies.
I know the fake ones and the real ones.
I know your ways more than you do.
I know the tricks you play.
I know the ways you suck up to...

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On  daily  basis producing  their hyperactive  arms 
For their better-offs’ less automatic alms:
On lucky charity, therefore, badly dependent,
With things not looking quite resplendent.
The word ‘Pauper’ fitting their circumstance,
Year after year, not exceeding a certain distance.

In their quest for help, increasingly instinctive
And...

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