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Lawrence Beck

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Sex in the Laboratory

2017-07-28
Nice! I wasn't certain how this one was going to turn out.


jean toomer

2017-07-28
Thank you for making me aware of this man. He was an excellent poet.


Caesar's salad days

2017-07-28
Excellent!


Lunatic Factory

2017-07-28
Nicely done, Dave, and true. You probably should go back to the lunatic factory, as the people you meet outside of it tend to be unimaginative and dull (as you indicate).


Inspiration

2017-07-28
Excellent and funny, but could it be true? Could my muse sneer at me? I thought that that was what wives were for.


Cracked Actor

2017-07-26
I have faith in you because, beneath the seven veils, there is a person with interesting experiences and insights who knows how to write.


The Bean and the Cod

2017-07-26
Classy poem (nudge, nudge).


Social Media

2017-07-26
Yep.


Karma

2017-07-26
Very well done, Bibek. This is stark and melancholy, devoid of precious imagery.


The Dead never rest

2017-07-26
This is an interesting thought. If the dead do not truly die, the spirit world will become ever more crowded, and the dead will begin to scream for genuine death.


Summer Rain

2017-07-26
Nicely done. Interesting rhyme scheme


Dream

2017-07-21
Very nice. I think that I would like to visit your dreams. Mine all have a common theme: something will go wrong. Flip-flops blow out, buildings collapse, pipes burst, clothes, airline tickets, homework get lost. Once, I was attacked by a bear, and the only way that I could break free was by concentrating, and realizing that I only was dreaming.


Seasons

2017-07-20
I like the last line, the rest of the poem, too.


New text, old message

2017-07-20
Well done!


Never Rely

2017-07-18
Well said!


Ray Of Sunshine

2017-07-18
Until, without warning,
She turns and attacks,
Then bolts from where she cuddled,
Leaving arms with bloody tracks.


Donahue Field

2017-07-18
An interesting thought, nicely presented. Nobody remembers these people. Their names end up describing only places. One day, someone is going to ask why there are so many parks, streets, schools named Kennedy.


The Nineteenth Century

2017-07-18
The rhymes, the choice of words, even certain images, such a "secret shame," reflect that century. In this century, one has neither secrets nor shame.


Forgotten Birthday

2017-07-14
Very nice, Dave.


muses

2017-07-14
I have a question. Why muddy the stark contrasts between "my muse" and "your muse" by coming back to "my muse" at the end?


the wall

2017-07-14
Now, you must envision wings.


The Gift

2017-07-13
Well done, Bibek!


Let It Ride

2017-07-12
Given the chance, I'd play yesterday. No surprises there.


Experimentations

2017-07-12
Entertaining throughout, but "liquid tinfoil" is outstanding.


Hard To Figure

2017-07-10
Nicely done.


Silly When It's Chilly

2017-07-10
A fine poem. Autumn comes a little later here in Nebraska, and I rue its arrival as I bring in the lawn furniture and drain the pool.


money

2017-07-10
You are suggesting, then, that the very rich also are very thoughtful. I question that.


logic: the why

2017-07-09
Sure there is: how do you keep them watching, so they'll see the commercials which make you rich? Radio is a marketing strategy. Television is a marketing strategy. Cellular phones are a marketing strategy. You are a cash-bearing bovine, whose only real value stems from their ability to milk you.


Weeds

2017-07-09
The term, "weed," is so nasty and injurious as any of the slang terms for human minority groups. Dandelions and clover are weeds, yet both dress up what otherwise would be boring, monochromatic lawns.


To My Birthday

2017-07-09
Such an elegant, amusing gift, I gave you nothing.


Strange Weather Logic

2017-07-07
An interesting thought: what if we "softened" the verbs associated with inclement weather? Lightning could illuminate. Thunder could growl. Hail could patter. Rain could swish. So described, maybe we would look forward to storms, because sun, after all, could be said to sear.


slate

2017-07-03
A fortunate inheritance.


A Blank Slate

2017-07-03
Not really blank anymore, but some things probably can be overwritten.


[untitled essay]

2017-07-02
Speaking as one who has been cooped up far too much lately, I endorse your prescription.


Misunderstandings

2017-07-02
This is great topic, one especially worth consideration by people who write. Language is so misleading. It causes you to believe that you can effectively communicate with others, when, in fact, language is very ineffective. Most of the time, what you mean to say isn't what others hear. It's not unusual to receive comments which make this quite clear.


No Light Task

2017-07-02
Sometimes, the most trivial decisions are agonizing.


klonk (revisited)

2017-07-02
Your poem and Ashe's response indicate that nothing has meaning until we provide it.


night

2017-07-02
Excellent execution.


Muses of the Wee Hours

2017-07-02
It takes a village, it would seem.


FATHER WITH HIS DAUGHTER MIKA

2017-06-30
Grownups can be so dense.


The Young Men Left Us

2017-06-30
Well done, Bibek. Will they return? Around here, they don't.


Poet's Progress

2017-06-28
Where does that passion go? Is it all just testosterone?


February Thaw

2017-06-28
I love it. Your joy is infectious.


LIFE NEGERTIVERTY DROWNING

2017-06-28
That's a day to keep remembering.


Things Not Done

2017-06-28
So, that's where they go.


ISLE OF THE DESPRET!

2017-06-27
A terrible story, well told.


at the 'el camino real'

2017-06-27
Brilliant!


Caffè Nero, Sunday

2017-06-27
I'm with Pony. This poem radiates familiarity and contentment. I moved away from my home. Now, I can't feel that contentment there or anywhere else.


The Loves We Bury

2017-06-23
Nicely done, Ashe.


Manhattan, New York

2017-06-23
I like this Ashe, especially the notations of death and new life twenty years ago.