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crutch for the unenlightened
Support system
for the crippled mind
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)
Last Bell
Senses untamed,
spaces to reign
Bodies that die,
spirits to fly
Length or by width,
time is a myth
Dimension aground,
essence refound
Eyes looking forward,
eyes looking back
Eyes looking inward,
soul reattached
All that was spoken,
providence sings
Grand sublimation
—last bell to ring
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)
The Bricks You Lay
Is your house built out of certainty,
are the walls made thin or stout
Is your mind filled up with questions,
do you live in fear or doubt
Is your spirit free or servile,
is your will unchained or slave
Is your heart the trowel you build with,
and love
—the bricks you lay
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Comments2
Kurt,
Thanks to you, today I learned a new word.
I appreciated the three new poems you shared!
“The Bricks You Lay”
is especially relatable!
I’d like to think that
my spirit is free and
my will unchained!
~Laura~🌻
My pleasure.
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