Lawrence Beck

Lawrence Beck Poems

1. Stupid Men 11/7/2017
2. Kiss 11/7/2017
3. Adrift 11/13/2017
4. Trade Show Blues 11/13/2017
5. Daydream 11/14/2017
6. Neither Here Nor There 11/15/2017
7. Retreat 11/21/2017
8. It's Simple, Really 11/22/2017
9. Amazon 11/23/2017
10. Winter 11/27/2017
11. Unnatural 11/28/2017
12. Coffee In Columbus 11/28/2017
13. In The Garden 12/1/2017
14. Slippers Instead Of Hiking Boots 12/2/2017
15. December 12/4/2017
16. Two Geezers Consider The Terrain 12/5/2017
17. Cupid 12/6/2017
18. Refugee 12/8/2017
19. Arthritis 12/9/2017
20. Not This Time, Senor 12/11/2017
21. Humanity 12/11/2017
22. Ray Moore 12/12/2017
23. Misery Loves Company 12/13/2017
24. Thrust Back Into Levittown 10/19/2017
25. The Dawn Of Capitalism 10/23/2017
26. Existentialism 10/24/2017
27. Bad Poetry On A Blustery Day 10/24/2017
28. Hope 10/26/2017
29. The Bird That Won't Shut Up 10/28/2017
30. Before Dawn 10/29/2017
31. Like Rain 10/29/2017
32. In The Footsteps Of So Many Others 10/31/2017
33. Aesthetic Contemplation 11/3/2017
34. In Search Of Appropriate Apparel 11/4/2017
35. Round Stones 12/25/2017
36. Glory Be To God On High! 12/26/2017
37. When The Fourth Reich Falls 12/27/2017
38. Broken Fountain, Empty Station 12/30/2017
39. The Grannies Keep Looking For The Love Train 1/4/2018
40. An Old Man Alone In A Field -new- 1/5/2018

Comments about Lawrence Beck

  • p.a. noushad p.a. noushad (12/1/2008 5:30:00 AM)

    your poems are passionate and devastating.

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  • Lori Boulard (10/3/2006 7:29:00 AM)

    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

Best Poem of Lawrence Beck


I no longer love the one I did for three long years.
Besides, she's disappeared again.I love the one
I loved before her, having spent some time with her
In Paris just a month ago, but we don't get together
Often, and we're rarely by ourselves.Paris was
The first time I had seen her in some sixteen months,
And it's unlikely we will get to be together very soon...
So why wish for someone who can't be near?
Why spend two years lamenting that last love?
It's as if longing's simply something that
I always have to do, its object almost arbitrary.
When I force ...

Read the full of Sisyphus


I made my way toward home aboard a bus,
The picture of defeat,disheveled, half
Hungover, half still drunk, with Amy's
Curses echoing through me."You
Take, but you have given nothing.
Years have passed, but you don't
Change.I've found another, better,
Lover.Take your wine and cheese,
And go."I did, and, on that empty bus,

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