Lawrence Beck


Lawrence Beck Poems

1. My Trade 5/10/2016
2. Permanently Partitioned 5/12/2016
3. Samsa And Delilah 5/13/2016
4. Queen Anne Hill 5/15/2016
5. Nearly Perfect 5/17/2016
6. Good News, Citizen 5/20/2016
7. Blanca 5/20/2016
8. Afterimage 5/21/2016
9. Plantation Nation 5/24/2016
10. Northwest Passage 5/25/2016
11. Sounds Like... 5/25/2016
12. On Something Like My 22,885th Day Of Life 5/31/2016
13. Sorry, Dear, Your Lease Has Expired 6/1/2016
14. Some Confusion Surrounding The Exact Definition Of 'done' 6/2/2016
15. In The Hollow 6/2/2016
16. Last Leg 6/5/2016
17. Newton's First Law 6/7/2016
18. My Jackal 6/9/2016
19. American Machismo 6/10/2016
20. A Bit Of Nonsense 6/10/2016
21. Fact 6/14/2016
22. The Anthropogenic Era 6/17/2016
23. A Void At The Center Of The Known Universe 6/17/2016
24. Nightlight 6/20/2016
25. The Badger Decides To Mimic The Otter 6/21/2016
26. Stephanie 6/21/2016
27. America, Somewhere Behind Me 6/23/2016
28. Elevator 6/23/2016
29. Epic 6/28/2016
30. Better Off Away 6/29/2016
31. The Second Noble Truth 6/30/2016
32. Set Apart 6/30/2016
33. A Bigger, Better World 7/5/2016
34. (the Other) Saint Lawrence 7/6/2016
35. Gray Dawn 7/7/2016
36. Lake Sylvia 7/7/2016
37. Done 7/8/2016
38. Mid-July In Mead, Nebraska 7/10/2016
39. Coda 7/12/2016
40. Erosion 7/13/2016
Best Poem of Lawrence Beck

Harambe

The child fell from far above.
The ape, Harambe, looked at him,
Unsettled. All the years of being
Trapped inside his prison cell,
Of being bored to worse than
Death as apes of other sorts appeared
Beyond the wall to leer at him.
At night, sometimes, when they
Were gone, he'd stare up at the
Sky and see the stars, and wonder
If there was another ape, a greater
Being, who had lit the sky that
Way, and who, for reasons
Unexplained, had cast an awful
Curse on him, a prisoner, a
Dark-skinned slave. The child
Fell. He reached to grab it, ...

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Permanently Partitioned

Okay. At last, I understand
That all the old frustrations
That bedeviled us before she
Left would reappear with her.
I love her, and I miss her still,
And I suspect that she loves
Me, but our lives cannot be
Combined. So many social
Controversies, moral issues,

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