Best Beckett Poems

BIO Of A Simple Man Called Me

Coming from a normal family
Perhaps not by today’s standards
I had two loving parents who stayed together 
They lived and...

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I will take flight, into another zone
how far off to wander 'tis now not known
no regret, as dear point is to be free
beyond sadness, into...

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A Search, A Quest For A Lost Paradise - 
a collaboration with Susan Ashley


I will take flight, into another zone
how far off to wander 'tis...

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If one scene upon a screen could chill the spine
The rare and raw emotion soars the mind
It crawls into the skin of Andrew Beckett
Gaunt, pale,...

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When I was young, and adventure routine,
With excitement and newness still unforeseen
I was eager to spread my wings to the world
And seek more adventures as...

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Last year I wrote of a Red Sox team
The fans did not exactly scream
They could not swing, field or hit
Last place was theirs, that was...

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The Red Flops
 
Its baseball time in Boston Town
 Sure hope the team won t let us down
 Gonzales, Papi and Bobby V.
 Will surely...

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My favourite type of books are mysteries,
Not romance, comedy or biographical histories.
So when Rick Castle on my t.v. first appeared
His character to me was already...

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...To get back
get back, else
the Grand Probation
fails...

We suffer hale
'cause
We suffer, hail to 
a mobiused Morlde`
of looped
Perpetuity

The wakesleeping
of
Self'sexcesses,
moral absurdtities
redolent of seay,
Hawaii football,
Golf Clubs'
cervid cudgels,
'bout covers
the
covert bases...

Dolmened
"...for...

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Is it a new phenomenon,
Known to the world
Through Beckett and Camus?
Sophocles long ago
Heard it on the Aegean.

Oedipus, Bhartrhari, Buddha—all,
Over a period of intense suffering,
Learnt to...

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drove wife to doctor
counting wheelchair ramp spindles
~waiting for Godot






7/10/2020

My wife smiled at this one.  Or was it a smirk?

Waiting for Godot is a play...

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She elegantly walked thru the corridor,  clipboard clutched to her chest,
Of all the days at uni, this certainly had to be the best.
Tall and...

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The wind blowing through your 
hair, 
Hits my face from the same 
direction.
I brush the hair out of my eyes 
So I can keep them on you.
You're...

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I have go not advanced degree
from a fancy eastern school.
I’ve no idea who Beckett is,
so you declare that I’m a fool.
Yet yesterday I restored to...

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Pangs of exile


In the season of the fallen leaf
Pangs of exile, pangs of grief
Should I join the expat web?
I will still receive The Sheaf
Pangs of...

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