Tapping into redemption's dream,
I put my smaller dream aside
And reveled in its greater power,
reclaiming truth from lies
So blessed in this light ablaze,
than by candlelight unknown
In thanks I kindle warm again
recharged—with heart aglow
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)
The Past To Forsake
As I lay dying,
let go of my hand
Bid me farewell,
my words to withstand
As a last wish,
your love may I take
Into tomorrow
—the past to forsake
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)
The Past Foreclosed
Nostalgia,
and future wishing
The present
—foreclosing on the past
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)
Reborn In Verse
As my body stoops with age,
youth lulls upon the page
Where words forever young,
cry willful to be sung
As daylight quickly passed,
I greet night a friend at last
With memories deeply grained
—reborn in verse again
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)
Fire Still Burns
With age in my body,
but youth on the page
A sword old and rusted,
now tempers with rage
These bones may be brittle,
with feet slow to drill
But fire still burns
—in my memory and will
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)
The Present To Bind
If you always face left,
try once facing right
Stuck deep in the mire,
all truth beyond sight
It’s the questions at hand,
as answers unwind
Past and future a myth
—the present to bind
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)
My Last Breath
What will they say
when I’m gone
What will I write,
as I take
my last breath
What will they say
—when I’m gone
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)
Eternity's Glow
Salvation rises,
from the depths
of the unsure
Its light ablaze,
exposing fear
it must cure
Redemption hovers,
death’s pestilence
below
Casting all there reborn,
in eternity’s
glow
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)
Convicted To Silence
Political correctness
—prison of the new millennium
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)
Power Infects
Crossing all borders,
its fever befalls
Power infectious
—the cure long recalled
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)
Mortgaged Dreams
Hand me down memories,
borrowed not owned
Dreams that are mortgaged
—the present on loan
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)
- Author: Kurt Philip Behm ( Offline)
- Published: June 26th, 2019 08:42
- Category: Unclassified
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- Users favorite of this poem: Laura🌻
Comments2
Kurt,
“Heart Aglow”...
Perfect two words that describe my feelings in reading your eleven postings!
Elevated to my safe place...
...dreamland!
~Laura~
Sleep well!
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