How I Ended Up at PoetBay

Long ago, I saw myself becoming somewhat like my dad:
A white-collar guy, a suburban professional, architect,
Probably, maybe a tweedy professor of something.
My field wasn't clear, yet, honestly, I briefly became
Those things, a cubicle dweller assembling reports,
And, later, bearded, I taught economics, but none
Of my jobs ever really defined me. Stay-at-home dad,
I was that for a while, but what I was mostly, all that
I remain, is one of those lunatic desperadoes who
Feels a compulsion to write.





Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2025-08-05 at 23:16

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Sona The PoetBay support member heart!
And that is some compulsion, you have Lawrence. Its consistency. In last 12 years, i have noticed you have been at it, almost daily giving your readers wonderful insights and some fun poetry too.Amazing body of work. Cool.
2025-08-07



very good
2025-08-06


MIRZA AHMER BEG The PoetBay support member heart!
only lunatic desperadoes can write and create
2025-08-06


Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
And PoetBay needs lunatic desperadoes who write. It is symbiotic isn't it. Thanks for sharing. Blessings, Allen
2025-08-05