Religion…
Translator of spirituality
Interpreter of that never felt
Templar of the self-absorbed
Deceiver
—of those searching and lost
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)
Eternity Has Its Say
“You’re only as strong as your weakest link,”
the Postman said out loud
“Space creates room to get lost or expand”
he shouted out so proud
True wisdom appears when it chooses the time,
it has always been that way
It’s the ear out-of-tune that hears only the wind
—when eternity has its say
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)
Fear Self Indicts
Victim of passion,
purveyor of lies
Betrayer of talent,
bending the I
Captive obsession,
perspective now gone
Fear self-indicts
—when right turns to wrong
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)
Times Ravage Beset
The performances gone,
just memory survives
A spirit most willing,
whose body still tries
All motion much slower,
directed regret
Intention unwavered
—times ravage beset
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)
Dreaming Of Elko
Wishes for horses,
beggars to ride
Hope cinches tightly
—dreams that won’t die
(Cowboy Poetry Festival- Elko Nevada: 1992)
Emotional Correctness
When I want to express anger,
I get madder than hell
When I want to give love,
how deep is my well
On those times that I covet,
how green I become
And when wrestling with hate,
the result zero-sum
When my face blushes red,
I wear it with pride
Excitement and fury,
then never to hide
These things at my core,
at your risk to defame
Like politics censored
—emotional correctness disclaimed
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2019)
- Author: Kurt Philip Behm ( Offline)
- Published: July 6th, 2019 10:05
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Comments1
Kurt,
Finally read yesterdayās postings!
Super writes as always!
I especially favored...
ā¢ āThe Biggest Lieā
Spot on!!
ā¢ āDreaming Of Elkoā
Your dreams will never die!
(Itās time for me to revisit
āSearching For Crazy Horseā)
~Laura~
Elko's a special place in the middle of the Nevada desert. I've been submitting remotely, but I need to get back there. Maybe next year.
On your motorcycle?!
Probably
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