Richard Lackman

Rookie - 483 Points (Philadelphia)

Richard Lackman Poems

1. My Last Day 2/22/2012
2. Reaching The Sea 2/22/2012
3. From Here To There 2/22/2012
4. Oh God I Wake To Yet Another Day 2/27/2012
5. Planning Out My Day 2/27/2012
6. Strangers On The Street 2/28/2012
7. The Beautiful Sky 3/25/2012
8. I Always Had Intended To Retire 2/3/2013
9. The Forest Near My Home 2/3/2013
10. Poetry As A Painting 2/6/2013
11. I Fell In Love A Year Ago 2/10/2013
12. Beauty 1/12/2014
13. Why Have You Gone? How Could You Go? 1/26/2014
14. Falun Gong 8/12/2015
15. Everlasting Love 2/16/2013
16. Because I Could Not Ever Bear To Say Goodbye To You 8/23/2013
17. Looking Back 11/13/2012
18. The Candle 2/22/2012
19. Dreams 2/22/2012
20. Worn Stairs 2/24/2012
21. Winter Is Upon Us Now 12/16/2012
22. Building For Eternity 7/16/2013
23. Pursuing Chemotherapy 3/11/2012
24. The Age Of 80 5/14/2012
25. June 5/14/2012
26. The Ever Changing Tide 5/22/2012
27. November 11/22/2012
28. The Soldier 5/14/2012
29. Life Eternal 2/26/2012
30. The Surgeon 2/24/2012
31. My One True Love 3/17/2012
32. My Hospital Stay 3/25/2012
33. Evan 2/22/2012
34. Life's Mystery 2/22/2012
35. Destiny 2/22/2012
36. Happiness 10/7/2012
37. The Gentleman On A Park Bench 8/21/2013
38. Here And Now 2/22/2012
39. Snow 4/11/2012
40. The Cancer Surgeon 2/26/2012
Best Poem of Richard Lackman

A Poet's Shame

I set out to write this poem and I had a simple plan.
I'd avoid all things prosaic and I'd do the best I can
To optimize the content and the grammar and the rhyme
And of course I'd tell a story that would echo for all time

I thought about the subject and the role the hero played
But when I penned the verses then I saw the hero fade
I read my lines and wondered if all poets had the same
Misunderstanding with the words and felt a poet's shame

I struggled with my concept and the form the poem took
Yet I doubt that you will ever see this poem in a book
For ...

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When I lost my son to a tragedy I thought that love would end
But I never guessed how it could be that my love for him would bend
And sway like a tree in a summer storm and quiver but never break
While the memory of a love well worn would lessen my heartache
I speak to my son each morning and pray with him every night
He comments without speaking and fills my days with light
My thoughts are blessed with images of his wit and grace
And constantly as I go on I see his smiling face
I cheri

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