Lawrence Beck


Lawrence Beck Poems

1. Something Like Emancipation 5/22/2015
2. Happy Memorial Day! 5/24/2015
3. The Toe Actually Is More Dangerous Than The Heel 5/26/2015
4. On Golden Pond 5/28/2015
5. Unappealing Unobscured 5/30/2015
6. The Swing Era Begins 5/31/2015
7. The Terms Aren'T Synonymous 5/31/2015
8. Edward Hopper's Realm 6/1/2015
9. Gravity 6/6/2015
10. In The Absence Of Facts, Speculation 6/7/2015
11. Refugee 6/11/2015
12. Syrup To Vinegar 6/11/2015
13. Kindred Spirits 6/13/2015
14. Talking Shop With The Good Doctor 6/14/2015
15. In The End, The Solipsist... 6/14/2015
16. Goodbye 6/15/2015
17. Siddhartha's Headed For Vegas! 6/16/2015
18. Submerged 6/18/2015
19. Serial Ariel 6/22/2015
20. Ahead Of A Visit With The Head Shrinker 6/23/2015
21. Therapy 6/24/2015
22. Sore Thumb 6/25/2015
23. A Dash Of Bitters 6/25/2015
24. Bonsai 6/29/2015
25. The Warm Glow Of Reflected Glory 6/29/2015
26. Come Join The Islamic State 6/30/2015
27. Delicate 7/2/2015
28. Happy Times! 7/2/2015
29. Another Pair Of Eyes Or Something Else For These To See? 7/6/2015
30. Dry Redhead/Wet Blonde 7/6/2015
31. Late 7/7/2015
32. For My Therapist 7/8/2015
33. A Rash Act 7/9/2015
34. Two Backward Glances 7/13/2015
35. Look, Jack, I May Be Miserable, But I'M Not Insane 7/13/2015
36. Birds In Hand 7/14/2015
37. Thirty-Four Years Kf Marriage 7/15/2015
38. Viewing Pluto 7/16/2015
39. A Car Wreck Seen From Three Angles 7/19/2015
40. My Gift To You, Long-Suffering Reader 7/20/2015
Best Poem of Lawrence Beck

Which Best Suits You?

Here's the slide show. Choose your hell.
My wife's friends gathered by the pool.
They're engineers, divorced and jaded,
No more capable of knowing joy than
I, and very dull. A visit from a chatty
Plumber, come to fix the basement
Pipes, but always, it seems, upstairs
Blabbing. Young men playing shooting
Games a few feet from where I am
Writing. My love, near, but close to
Others, choosing not to speak.

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Unappealing Unobscured

In time, the ghost will fade away. That's what
They do. The minds which make them tire,
And they lose the will to haunt themselves
With made-up beings. Mine grows distant
As I speak. The woman who I thought it
Was remains, but they've been separated,
One to go away for good, the other, who
Can't haunt me now may stay; perhaps
She'll also go. With no ghost left to hide

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