Lacking Poems - Poems about Lacking

I wilt In the cool malaise of suburbia Mundane rituals of tv And confectionaries Milk runs We put the country cows to work And the wolves in the city Scout the new arrivals Spot the weak Consumed, regurgitate Feed the chicks in the nest With gum wrappers and cigarette butts There is no purity left As we thrash in the bloodlines Can we break from...

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er Infectious Diseases: Anthrax. Foot-and-mouth disease. Leptospirosis. Salmonellosis. Rabies. Bovine Spongiform Encephalopathy (BSE) ("Mad Cow Disease"): Screwworm. Bovine leukemia virus. Ringworm. Fallboard Q fever. Chlamydiosis. Campylobacteriosis. Listeriosis. Lid Yersiniosis. Brucellosis (also known as Bang's disease): Cryptosporidiosis. Infections with pathogenic strains of Escherichia coli. MRSA. Bovine respiratory disease. Mastitis. Bovine Tuberculosis: Bovine tuberculosis there's a town named "Accident" in Garrett County, Md. they...

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What mere things I lack long lost treasures from the past never to be found...

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One hundred fifty calories in twenty-seven Cheez-its. Unless you chew one at a time, they go fast; best believe it!...

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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 in the wind Maybe doing good Is worthy But doing bad Will...

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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, just out of bounds Are ideas others’ muses won’t share. Still,...

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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 ankh (clawing away to stay afloat) aimlessly bobbing - and drowning akin to...

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How glue me: On lacking sticktoitiveness Most of my iv + Lix spittle existence found me figuratively (primarily academically, emotionally, psychologically, sexually, socially...) adrift, and malfunctioning blinker analogous to a boat without courtesy picture an appalling Cap'n Ahab ankh caws away! aimlessly bobbing - treading water analogous to drowning sailor akin to a besotted drinker just out of rest to be rescued by Mister Rinker sea ming lee without any hook,...

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sensitivity is killing humour, actually that's wrong, humour is linked to intelligence, so if they fail to sea the funny sense their probably dense, which is easily confused with taking a fence.... see what i did there intents fantastic suspence holds up tents spastic pens roll ink-tensive ends the lack of sense is the sense it's a matter...

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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 of a country gentleman, and Fitzwilliam Darcy, a rich aristocratic...

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Do you ever feel like a song Written on a blank page No melody Just black lines, smudges on an empty page...

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on the floor on all fours next to me you sit on a stool knowing exactly what rhythm and tempo to keep you begin milking me making me feel as if to swoon i moo...

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I spot your monsters lurking behind but, I am too busy chasing my own away. They encumber your every step as planes boom by on death hooks - your spirit lies flatly and is wailing with its arms and legs in the air. Imagine that! The black sky empties your demons like sour milk down the drain. They happily haunt you in your one dimensional...

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Perfect and lacking the words dance in my head. Perfection is a belief that should stay dead, To lack information instead. Learning that I can grow that must stay. Perfection and lacking two unequal words, Perfection is a lie, a victory never reached. Lacking nothing is a belief that gives hope and sweet peace. Perfection not needed here, simple trust without...

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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 bobbing - and drowning akin ...

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