Creation Redeemed (+2)

Kurt Philip Behm

After Midnight

The narcissists fall

After Midnight

A new lyric calls

 

After Midnight

Last bugle to blow

After Midnight

There’s more left to know

 

After Midnight

The lizards collect

After Midnight

Old tales to reflect

 

After Midnight

The ticking will stop

After Midnight

The bottom will top

 

After Midnight

A cancerous tome

After Midnight

Malignancy known

 

After Midnight

Betray and deceive

After Midnight

Alone in the siege

 

After Midnight

All footsteps fall deaf

After Midnight

Lost palates are cleft

 

After Midnight

New story to front

After Midnight

Two stars for the dunce

 

After Midnight

The comets rebel

After Midnight

The coroners yell

 

After Midnight

A suit made of steel

After Midnight

Its melting reveals

 

After Midnight

That voice in the back

After Midnight

There’s no turning back

 

After Midnight

A sacred oath sworn

After Midnight

All memory forlorn

 

After Midnight

The wheels bend and churn

After Midnight

Lost vision returns

 

After Midnight

False birth is stillborn

After Midnight

Old vestments are torn

 

After Midnight

The here and the now

After Midnight

That one sacred cow

 

After Midnight

Past-Future unseen

After Midnight

  —creation redeemed

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)

 

 

 

Without Pain

 

Can you paint without color,

  can you think without language

 

Can you dance without music

  —can you love without pain

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)

 

 

Cum Aetate

 

The older I get,

  the shorter the lines become

 

The older I get,

  more welcome is each morning’s sun

 

The older I get,

  those words rented are now mine to keep

 

The older I get,

  dreams follow me out of my sleep

 

The older I get,

  less rules to impose on the game

 

The older I get,

  hopes and wishes of youth to reclaim

 

The older I get,

  new laughter recalls what I missed

 

The older I get,

  all goodbyes now embrace and dismiss

 

The older I get,

  what I searched for, my searching became

 

The older I get

   what’s forgotten—remembered again

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)

 

 

  • Author: Kurt Philip Behm (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 13th, 2018 14:58
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  • Tamara Beryl Latham - The Poet

    Kurt, your poems continue to amaze me. I loved both.

    There is always food for thought in each line you pen and you leave it up to the reader to interpret them as they choose.

    The last line in the second poem expresses the downside of love or the half-empty glass.

    Thanks for posting.

    • Kurt Philip Behm

      Thanks Tamara, I love hearing from you.

      Kurt

      • Tamara Beryl Latham - The Poet

        You're welcome Kurt. I just noticed the grammatical error in my reply. Should have been "There is always food for thought in all the lines you pen and you leave it up to the reader to interpret them as they choose."

        Best,

        • Kurt Philip Behm

          Honored both times!

          🙂

        • Laura🌻

          Kurt,

          Three extraordinary poems! I can see a common thread throughout...a lifeline, so to speak!

          •Can I love without pain?
          “Cum Aetate”...the pain diminishes!

          •After Midnight—creation redeemed
          A new day to cherish!

          •Cum Aetate
          Sensibility and appreciation

          Loved all three!
          Thank you!

          ~Laura~


        • Kurt Philip Behm

          Thanks Laura!

          Kurt



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