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, 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 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:
Lawrence Beck Poems
Jail Bait -new-
The sun is setting on a day, a life.Her parents sit Outside with cocktails on my patio as she, fifteen, And, therefore, all too eager to determine how Her hormones have refigured her from self-assured
If you encounter Trina, I'm afraid that you'll Ejaculate, "What ho!I've found the perfect woman, " As she's lithe and lovely, and her face, as once was Said of someone, might have launched 1,000
A Lingering Demise Trumped
I know.This nation never stood a chance Of hanging on to see the finish of the century. Dim-witted giant, it sold everything it owned For wars and prisons.Now, it lives on money
Maybe Sometime This Week
We await the announcement that war has begun, A little redundant, since war is ongoing.Our troops Have been fighting for eons, it seems...but, this time, They tell us, it's going to be different.We won't be
The snow has started falling harder.All the world Is locked away.There is no sound without, No valley, no road in it leading back to town, No way to leave this cabin for the lifeline that is
"I swear I've seen you somewhere, " I said, "Maybe on the train to Salzburg, briefly, fleeting; Nonetheless, remembered for your beauty, Blonde, Germanic, surely.""I'm Italian, "
At Sea With The Swells
"A rising tide will lift all boats, " they say. That's how it seems to be.The water's high, And their fine yachts bob on it very Pleasantly.Too bad that you don't have
A Nation Of Sociopaths
For a buck, I'll sell you weapons you can use Against your enemies, and, for a buck, I'll Have those socialists you voted in replaced, And, for a buck, I'll have my taxes cut,
Things went bad rather quickly, and, afterward, Silence seemed better than conversation. Darkness was preferable to light.He found An apartment not far from her and their children,
He could wax ecstatic.Dervish, he would spin And ululate, his passions alien to me, to my Sort, sober, stolid, dull, allegedly without emotion. Still, my sort had conquered his, passion
The April I Prefer
April's presence pleases me.I mean the woman, Not the month.She's come on her way somewhere Else, her face aglow.She's like the sun in spring, So warm and full of cheer.My soul, of course,
One Reason To Go Back
It hasn't been easy to stay with the baby. She walks much more quickly than I can now. It's also not easy to cling to this world.It turns Ever faster.I'm feeling flung off, steadily drifting
The Necessities Of Life
Come with me.Maybe we could learn to live On nothing more than air and water, our love, What we find in dumpsters (such romance There is to that) .I feel as if we could,
This valley of two rivers stretches endlessly In front of me.It's shallow, lifeless, even now, As winter's giving way to spring.The fields Are yellow still.The trees are leafless,
Put Me Out Of Mind
Old folks seem to worry that they'll be forgotten
When they die.That's not something that bothers
Me.J, you're young.You'll live for decades after
I have passed away, and I, the man who loves you most,
Would rather you not think of me when I am gone,
If you will mourn.Move on.Preserve your happiness.
I wouldn't really love you, would I, if I hoped my memory
Forever made you weep.