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My advice to anyone reading one of my poems: read it so quickly as you can the first time through. Since I write in a rush, my melody will become most evident if you read in a rush.
I have a web site, www.lawrencebeck.net, which contains more of my recent poems than the 50 I leave up here. I refresh this site every other month.
Alas, I must add this: if you write to me ... more »
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Lawrence Beck Poems
Worthy Of Nothing More Than A Bullet In The Head
He looks at you as if you've farted.
How dare you complain about
The things he does for businesses
And ask him to help out the poor?... more »
On The Midway -new-
Roma, maybe; I don't know, her dark hair
Covered by a scarf, she smiled and said
She'd read my palm.She took my hand
And stroked it gently, mumbling an... more »
Round Three
At some point, probably quite soon,
Another world war will start, and we
We will be its bad guys, those the better
Nations have to stop.Our allies will be... more »
Totems -new-
I go into my kids' old rooms.They're filled
With junk.The kids have grown and gone,
But left so much behind:old clothes that
They will never wear, their toys and childhood... more »
The One Thing This Wasteland Had Over The Emerald City Is Gone -new-
To what end did I change my life? , I wonder.
I learned how to sweat and feel my clothes stay
Wringing wet in this land's saturated air.
I learned I shouldn't speak my mind.There is... more »
Living Death
When the call comes to bring out the dead,
I'll emerge on my own, still living, but drained
Of emotion, dead in soul, not someone worth
Saving.I don't know what happened.I just... more »
The Afternoon The Drought Broke
In the aftermath of the thunderstorm.
In the coolness and surprising quiet,
Something odd was in the air.
The days of dust and heat had left us... more »
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Worthy Of Nothing More Than A Bullet In The Head
He looks at you as if you've farted.
How dare you complain about
The things he does for businesses
And ask him to help out the poor?
That's not the way the world works.
The rich get richer.They give money
To this toad whose title says that he's
Your representative in Congress.
Clearly, he is not.He works for those
Who pay his bills, the ones who have
A job for him when he gets tired
Of the spotlights.His grubby
Constituents, the families who
Need food, the women who are
Groped when they're at work,
The kids whose parents brought them
Here as ...
Read some of your poems today, didn’t comment as is your wish, but.........?
An enjoyable voice...curt, crisp and ripe with cutting clarity and insight.
your poems are passionate and devastating.
It occurred to me this morning that no matter why I sign onto this site, if there's a Lawrence Beck post, I'm there. I have yet to be disappointed by anything you've written, Monsieur Beck, and that says a lot. Your poems are tight, real, and manage to balance between pure artistry and readability. It is a pleasure to read you here!
Cheers, Lori