Clutter (Life Poem)

The agoraphobic need to clutter
The empty spaces in
My life with
Needless

&

Endless
Junk is the
Un-relaxing discomfort
In my struggle for a simple life

poem by Ian Beckett
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Sighs (Love Poem)

Sighs
In a silence
After the storm
Intimate whispers
Confess inner desires
The thrill as two of us
Become one again
As we fly higher
On starlight
And love.

poem by Ian Beckett
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Snowman (Love Poem)

Sitting here in this heat, thinking slow,
Your last night loving thaws my icy soul,
This silly snowman loves the feeling as,
My cold-cold heart is melting to you love.

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Face Lift (Life Poem)

Your old blindness
Now crystal clear
The world around
Now light bright.

It’s not just vanity
Friends assure you
And you look great
Did you get face lift?

No just new glasses!

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Showering Together (Love Poem)

Save water
Green clean
Share shower
Love living
Parents play
Kids away
Soap lather
Hot bodies
Skin close
Electric touch
Perfect passion
Warm towels
Wet kisses
Afternoon love
Siesta slumber

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Sex (Life Poem)

Five, sex, seven
If and only if,
You are from Belfast.

If this is true
Why did they not focus on the sex?

“Make Love not War” etc.
Who really cares about religion?
Especially today.

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Interview (Life Poem)

Shoes shined
Suit sharp
Shirt white?
Beard short
Breath fresh
Hair trimmed
Nervous sweat
Handshake firm
Remember names.

Three minutes is..
..all you’ve got
To win or lose..
..that new job.

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A Deeper Sort of Empty (Death Poem)

Minus ten in blinding blizzard at midnight
Snow insulation isolates me from feeling
Cold sensation freezes me from all touch
The contrasting black emptiness inside
Is a deeper sort of empty for me now.

poem by Ian Beckett
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Cochabamba Cristo (Life Poem)

Climb to the Cristo
Crystal clear Cochabamba

In Sunday sunshine
Sin stubborn steps

Teleferico is tempting
For thumping temples

Fretting feet feel
Fear of failure

Challenge completed
Cold beer calls

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A Distant Sort of Closeness (Love Poem)

Plus thirty in scorching sunshine at noon
Heat insulation isolates me from feeling
Warm sensation fries me from your touch
And a contrasting black emptiness inside
In a distant sort of closeness for me now

poem by Ian Beckett
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