Lawrence Beck

Biography of Lawrence Beck

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,, 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 asking me to read your poems, I may, but I will not comment on them. I am very sick of numbers hogs who troll through a day's list of contributing poets, and ask each one to read his or her poem. If you write well, someone may notice and comment. If you browbeat people into reading your poetry, the comments you receive are worth nothing.

Lawrence Beck's Works:

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She'd always lied to him, and he, so vain and, frankly,
Stupid, never once believed she did.The clock
Was ticking.Nearly thirty, plain, without her sisters'
Charms and lovers, with a crummy job, she let him
Put his paws on her, his drunken lips, and, in due time,
She made it known that she would have a child: theirs,
And hoped he had the decency to do the proper thing.
Mixed blessing, that, she realized, and asked herself
From time to time if her life might have turned out

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