George Beecher
Clearwater, FL, USA
George BeecherClearwater, FL, USA |
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George's interest in poetry began many years ago in college at Yale. A friend with the same interest and he began to discuss why poetry had lost its connection to music. His interest now is to find what starts a poem forming. A poem almost writes itself if he can identify a key idea or question in a moment of reflection. He likes what Verlaine wrote: "Music again and always. Let your verse be a winged thing fleeing, we feel, from a soul in flight toward other skies, other loves. Let your verse be sheer good luck scattered in the crisp gust of morning wind. . . " |
Cavern of RetreatA winter of words falls over meLike night - All I can speak Is snow to whirl and drift The winter quarters of my heart
When I look back I'll dare
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Why the WorldWhy the world - Why are we here -You may ask how but never why - The world is always flowing - Heraclitus said long ago it's never the same river - And we are always changing - Learning and growing - seeing The world with different eyes And soon become new people Creating a world in constant flow - A restless world with more to learn Than ever thought was still unknown |
You've Got TroublesYou think you've got troubles -There is always someone having worse - Your trouble is you've got A terminal disease called Vita Brevis - In spite of all your joy In seeing children grow And flowers bloom and Alps erode It's out to get you At some inconvenient time - But that is best - not so? Who wants a rendez-vous? Not I - Let others throw the switch - Zap! Wham! |
Simile of the Cider MillWe are like apples - Each rollsAround taking its own course But all eventually have the juice Squeezed out - Some are thrown out Before reaching the mill - those with worms And rot make a bad taste - Some With richness of soil minerals Make a fine drink How do we grow? Do we ask
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