Darkness, the beginning path
spawns brightness at the end
Storm clouds over a troubled youth
division on the mend
Struggles, trials, and failures past
just fuel to keep you warm
Sagacity, the final truth
—eyes seeing through the harm
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
Eight Questions
Will there ever come a time
when time doesn’t matter
Will there ever come a date
when the days won’t connect
Will there ever come a phrase
its words devoid of meaning
Will there ever come a song
whose melody won’t play
Have you let what you celebrate
turn into celebrity
Has your message been transformed
into a billboard or sign
Have you become a caricature
of a free and lasting symbol
Have your words become mere chatter
—in your pandering for fame
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
Vision's Gift
The older I get…
the closer I become to the things I can’t see
The older I get…
the more I’m amazed by the things that surround me
The older I get…
the longer the nights and the dreams that they bring
The older I get…
empty words falling mute—each new season to sing
The older I get…
those women that I loved I now carry inside
The older I get…
that child I once was to return with a smile
The older I get
the deeper I embrace the reason I’m here
The older I get
each moment a gift—with its vision so clear
(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2018)
- Author: Kurt Philip Behm ( Offline)
- Published: August 10th, 2018 16:34
- Category: Unclassified
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- Users favorite of this poem: Laura🌻
Comments2
Kurt,
Two provoking poems!
•Sagacity...
A poet’s chosen words are not accidental; they are wisely chosen!
•Great questions; especially the eighth one for which I will answer for myself.
“pandering for fame”...
I am not!
Perhaps my words have
“become mere chatter”!
~Laura~
Your words are to aspire to....
Thanks
Kurt
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