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William Blake Beckett

Oh, Irony

Is it ironic
If a poem on irony
Contains none of it?

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Second Look

Caressing us in
Warmth beyond comparison
A nuke cooks us all

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Critical Reading

This was written with
No deeper meaning; teachers
Over-analyze

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Beyond Words

In my English class
I notice her beside me
No words can describe

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Life

With each day I add
Detail to my masterpiece
When will I finish?

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Sleep Deprivation

I refuse to sleep.
Why should I, when days are short
And waiting is night?

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Kindness

They stopped his jumping
From the rooftop because they
'Would have to clean up'

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Gravity (Act I)

Born in an ivory tower,
He was made to build it higher.
As he stands on the scaffolding,
how long until it collapses?

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Gravity (Act II)

He climbs towards the stormy sky
A storm rolling in from due West
His hammer striking in tune with
Lightning, becoming the thunder

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A Child's Fragile Mind

Oh great-grandpa,
gone in a flash,
Survived three wars,
always under attack.
Fought under pressure,
never did he crack.
Gone with the wind,
and not coming back.
'Old age', they said,
as I started to cry.
'Who's next? ' I wondered
'Who's next to die? '

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