Best Beck Poems

ON MY MOTHER’S PASSING

i wanted to keep my mother physically with me
but it would be like trying to hold the sun
like in life she still...

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(The memories are simple, living the feeling significant)

After conquering Beamsley Beacon due Southwest,
Rombald’s moor stood, while for centuries
within the valley the minute dwellings
of grey stone,...

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 paint a smile on the moon
    flash your eyes to make it swoon
        ...

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Once so loyal and always true the gargoyles watch everything now
During their stony slumbers with their careful one-eyed open view,
As evil red-eyed demons rain down...

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She Wore Blue Dress, Flowers Her Laurel Crown
 
She had only soft blue skies and romance
Attending angels at her beck and call
A golden life, with...

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WOMEN ...

Truly amaze me ... they possess the super-human
strength to birth a child - one of the most painful
and demanding physical and emotional feats of...

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Paul, Peter and the Tweeter
Why not choose, 
a billionaire leader?
One who is not 
an eloquent speaker.
Trouble rises,
he robs Paul to pay Peter.
The bold rich need...

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SEBASTIAN BECK 

The trapeze artist Sebastian Beck
His safety harness he forgot to check 
Didn't notice it had snapped 
Below all the crowd clapped 
But in...

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My grandma was a steeple jack, 
Of heights she had no fear.
The crowds would gather round to watch.
They came from far and near, 
 
To...

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They called her the Fire Woman
for wherever there was fire
she was there

In the Fall
when all
the brush needed clearing
in Spring
when everything
else needed to be burned
she showed...

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You are the earth and you are the mother
You are my Durga - you can multi-tusk
Of your children, let me be the father
You work really...

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I look to the skies and I see you,
Your face smiling in the midday sun
The rainbow on a damp day
Reminds me of us having fun
Brings...

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- “Oh, no! not in spring-time!  Summer, winter or fall! 
No, never could I leave you at all!” 
From the song “If Ever I...

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Eve T.M.M. is a sweet Canadian gal
A product of the wild wild west
Living between Edmonton and Calgary
Imagine as a cowgirl she's dressed

Riding frisky stallions and...

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long before i met April
i was a poet true
i had a heart of love 
but no one to give it to
so i put my words...

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