Mosquito (Love Poem)
Like a still small voice in an empty room,
The quiet nightmare of my lonely bed intrudes,
Remembering our togethers, now so far away,
Staring into the darkness at a hungry mosquito,
My endless hunger that only you can assuage,
His endless hunger a bloody angry morning itch
Absence makes the heart grow fonder methinks.
poem by Ian Beckett
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In Dreams (Life Poem)
In dreams we feel the impossible is easy
In dreams we flee the burdens of this life
In dreams we fly to worlds that don’t exist
In dreams we find the love that cannot be
In dreams we follow a path that never ends
In dreams we fall forever in a nightmare chase.
In dreams we live the jumbled fragments of our lives.
poem by Ian Beckett
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Unquenchable Fire (Love Poem)
Monday memories of together again,
When ordinary things become special,
With you beside me, sharing the moment,
A pavement espresso, a smile, a place,
A knowing look, our post-prandial siesta,
Burns bright like the unquenchable fire,
The never-ending passion, of my endless
Love, for you and those little things you do.
poem by Ian Beckett
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Feeling Numb (Sorrow Poem)
The cold snow stops me feeling
Anything, for anyone, anymore,
Which is why it’s come to needing
Escape from the consequences,
Of living my life, in a long tunnel.
The cold snow leaves a strange
Numbness, undesired at first,
But becomes a black friend who
So many desire but for most,
Is rarely found, except in a bottle.
poem by Ian Beckett
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Snow (Death Poem)
Why
Worry
Muffled up
Falling silent
White on grey road
Treading on tyre treads
Winter naked tree skeletons
Icicles seem to hang from my nose
Footprints crunch across the virgin crispness
Smoke rises from drink happy crowd
Slip sliding home from the bar
Sneeze freezing friends
Alone at last slán
Breathing fog
Sit down
Sleep
Fin.
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Hundili (Life Poem)
I am a much loved dog, but
I wish I were a cat, because
They have nine lives, because
My master Mattis likes to pull
My ears and has even thrown,
Me out the window, of a moving
Car, which would have hurt a lot,
If I was flesh and bone, but I am
Not, just a much loved cuddly
Toy, whose name should be
Hundini, then I could escape.
poem by Ian Beckett
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The Final Journey (Death Poem)
I was very
Close to death today,
On the road to Cochabamba.
The “too many” sad lines of crosses,
None of them planned to die.
How can you know?
How will I know?
When?
I live each day
As if it is my last,
So that,
When
I come
to the end
of the road,
Unfulfilled desires,
Will not torment me
In the next life, if there is one.
poem by Ian Beckett
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Vertical River (Life Poem)
Every morning I swim up a vertical river,
Almost drowning, as night leans into
A clean new day, where thoughts
And plans crystallize in a foam
And spray, which isolates
Me from the world
Of people and
Places and
Problems.
I am reborn
Rejuvenated
And cleansed
Of a night that
Contaminated my
Now-clean body
With all my
Yesterdays
Erased.
poem by Ian Beckett
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Deception (Sorrow Poem)
The guilty truth is we choose to deceive,
Sometimes to please, sometimes to win,
From our five hundred Facebook friends,
To that convenient little lie on our own CV.
And we think ourselves the un-guilty ones.
Why, I wonder, do we succeed in deceiving
The deceiver in this manner? Is it because,
We are at heart black both inside and out?
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Friday Two Hug Conversation (Life Poem)
Wanda greets me with a 'Hi' and a hug,
'Qui hora es el vuelo los lunes? ' she asks,
Touch-less communication is absent here,
'Ocho y media' I reply in almost Spanish,
To be sure I email my itinerary for pickup,
'Tener un buen fin de semana' she says,
As a parting hug ends the conversation,
On my visit to the right side of Hispaniola.
poem by Ian Beckett
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