Richard Lackman

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  • Ozark Mountain Homegrown Ozark Mountain Homegrown (3/13/2016 1:04:00 PM)

    I enjoy your poetry...straight forward and simple...I must confess, that is my favorite kind of poetry...not too complicated, or hard to understand....

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  • Adouda Adjiri (5/6/2014 4:37:00 AM)

    I really love your poems; simple yet deep and all beautiful.

    Adouda (Author of Colours of Love)

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  • Anne Havell (5/6/2014 2:15:00 AM)

    What a beautifully written poem. Well structured with meaningful content. Guess this poet will be well read.

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  • Melissa Carey Melissa Carey (5/7/2012 11:58:00 PM)

    What a beautiful thing to do, to share these poems with us. Thank you for letting us into this world of yours! Enjoying your poems to the fullest capacity!

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  • Mary Lanosa (5/6/2012 9:44:00 PM)

    OMGosh Richard, love your poem Poet's Shame. That is every poets nightmare. That had me laughing until my stomach hurt. Great stuff!

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  • Robert Winthrop (5/6/2012 11:54:00 AM)

    I like your poems. Keep writing

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Best Poem of Richard Lackman

October Leaves

As I look out upon October leaves
And brown grass weathered by the Autumn sun
I see the shafts of light a bare branch cleaves
And so much of creation now undone

I feel the sorrow of a world defeated
And wonder if my life reflects the same
Cycle of life's consciousness depleted
Like a picture that has fallen from its frame

I bare my heart to painful introspection
Regarding simple pleasures never found
Like finding images of one's reflection
In a fleeting pool of water ever bound

Where now are all the promises of Spring
That light and warmth and...

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October Leaves

As I look out upon October leaves
And brown grass weathered by the Autumn sun
I see the shafts of light a bare branch cleaves
And so much of creation now undone

I feel the sorrow of a world defeated
And wonder if my life reflects the same
Cycle of life's consciousness depleted
Like a picture that has fallen from its frame