ian-beckett
Irish
Publications:- / A Gentle Madness - 2013 - ISBN: 978-1-304-16159-8 / First Love - 2011 - ISBN: 978-1-4477-3086-6 / Butterflies for Breakfast - 2009 - ISBN: 978-1-4452-0961-6 / Reflections - on the road - 2009 ISBN: 978-1-4092-7104-8 / / Also available on Kindle and iTunes / / Collections:- / Comfort in Patterns - 2013 - ISBN: 978-1-304-53792-8 / Traces - 2011 - ISBN: 978-1-4478-0549-6 / Growing Old With You - 2011 - ISBN: 978-1-4478-1209-8 / Poems of Love & Passion - 2009 - ISBN: 978-1-4452-1071-1 / 50 is only half way to 100 - 2009 - ISBN: 978-1-4092-8954-8 / / www.ianbeckett.com
It’s almost nine weeks since I came home
Unending days bleeding seamlessly together
A sadness of leaving you as lockdown ends
Quarantine paradise as together time flies
It’s almost nineteen years since I went away
Unending flight memories bleeding together
A sadness of absence as the lockdown ends
Quarantine paradise in absence slow time
May 17, 2020
May 17, 2020 at 6:49 AM UTC
Forty years gone in the blink of an eye
Moments passed dimly remembered
Children born now adults now flying high
Good bosses, bad companies, stock losses
Simply an enabler of life – not life itself
Our million memories merge at ruby - crystal
Clear that we were made for each other
Together our hearts beat in slow harmony
Apart - the same hearts grow fonder - so that
We are growing younger together every year
Jul 30, 2019
Jul 30, 2019 at 1:32 AM UTC
How can you
Experience the
Pain of now when
You are not living
In the moment?
How can you
Claim that your feet
Are on the ground
When your head is
In the clouds?
How can you
Tell everyone that
You have the answer
When your love is
No longer with you?
Feb 22, 2017
Feb 22, 2017 at 8:23 AM UTC
The air electric with nervous anticipation
She has a chaperone for a civilized coffee
His smile breaks the ice with “ciao” now
Spanish steps descent in nervous chatter
Ascent with butterflies and a sublime kiss
Bedroom explorations as two become one
“Will we” devil battles with “we won't” angel
Their eyes tell of bold Cupid’s lovers spell
Breakfast chocolate kisses in romantic Rome
Tosca may have jumped but they fell in love
Checking out cannot mask their parting pain
How long will it be until we meet again?
Feb 22, 2017
Feb 22, 2017 at 8:18 AM UTC
Wanting, waiting,
Wishing the words
That touched her soul
Would answer the question
Is it right? Is it wrong?
Who cares if this is love?
Did she believe that this
Passion, perchance love
Could lead to such
Waves of pleasure
That has her drowning
In a desperation of doubt
Feb 22, 2017
Feb 22, 2017 at 8:18 AM UTC
Sail away with me today my love
And make love under the stars
Mid-winter Nordic dawn becomes
A Flam frozen train to paradise
Sail away with me tonight my love
And make love under the stars
Mid-winter Nordic dawn becomes
A fjord of fog bound waterfalls
Sail away with me tomorrow my love
And make love under the stars
Mid-winter Nordic dawn becomes
A slip-sliding memory of closeness
Feb 22, 2017
Feb 22, 2017 at 8:16 AM UTC
Smiling lovers’ eyes dilate in magnetic attraction
Warm bodies embrace the electric charge of desire
Tingling lips licked kiss a “missed you” message
Soft hands explore through summer thin clothes
Fluttering feeling in passion the butterflies fly free
As skin-close lovers assuage each other’s absence
Aug 18, 2016
Aug 18, 2016 at 10:45 PM UTC
We touch, we think, we listen, we love
Sometimes close, can be so far away
Sometimes apart, can be closer than skin
Sometimes love, can be the reason to live
Sometimes life, can be an empty shell
We touch, we think, we listen, we love
Sometimes dreams, can be almost enough
Sometimes touch, can be just that we need
Sometimes listening, can be all that it takes
Sometimes together, can be the best of all
Aug 18, 2016
Aug 18, 2016 at 10:43 PM UTC
Loneliness is an empty democracy
With everything you can choose
But nobody to share it with
So everyone can see that
Life is a passing opportunity
Living is the sticky moments
Between birth and death, if you
Blink and you might miss them
And would be a shame to leave
Life with no ripples in the pond
Love is a desperate tyranny
But every moment is forever
Blink and the picture remains
A forever memory of moments
Life with a legacy of no regrets
Jun 15, 2016
Jun 15, 2016 at 7:05 PM UTC
Listening to David Bowie’s
“The Man who sold the World”
While reading Philip K. Dick's
"The Man in the High Castle"
As I was flying between
Vienna and Lisbon
I was struck by how hard
It is to execute strategy
Because we stick in the
Now - that we know.
Looking back at all the
Companies, now all closed
That I have worked in
Who did not transform
To meet the transition
From "was" to "when",
I see clearly how
To help you see, “how”
To escape, from the
Now - that you know.
Jan 28, 2016
Jan 28, 2016 at 5:47 AM UTC