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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Newton's First Law

She does her dervish dance each morning,
Driving me, her stolid husband, nuts.
She's lost her keys again. She finds
Them, starts toward her car, then
Bolts to grab a book she's reading
From a room not on her way, and,
Look, a plant there should be watered.
There's a napkin on the table. Now,
Once more, her keys are gone. It

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