Kurt Philip Behm

Prose (+2)

A metrical escape valve,

  letters in the maelstrom

 

Lightning on the horizon,

  second child of the Gods

 

Sacrificial waterfall,

  its current overflowing

 

A literal dilation

 —of the verbal supreme

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)

 

 

The Mirror Never Lies

 

Science would like

 to abscond with Philosophy

 

Claiming propriety

 over truth falsely shown

 

Measures and numbers

 its weapons of choice

 

Never looking beyond

 —what its theories bestow

 

(Wayne Pennsylvania: May, 2019)

 

 

 

The Light Of Its Message

 

Poetry should always be given away,

 and never ever sold

 

Its message to open all heavens gates,

 not translate into gold

 

Poetry should fly on the wings of a wish,

 with hope its guiding dove

 

The light of its message to guide all intention

  —transforming into love

 

(Wayne Pennsylvania: May, 2019)