Pitching Wedge To Hell (+3)

Kurt Philip Behm

The Country Club of walking death,

calls out across the ferns

 

The 1st hole starts with pain unmatched,

its traps to flame and burn

 

The 9th hole calls you back to life,

just to send you down again

 

The 14th hole, a dismal swamp,

your demons there within

 

The 18th hole where soul’s are judged,

double bogeyed with a six

 

The clubhouse dark, your blood trail marked

—devil carrying your sticks

 

 

  (Overbrook Golf Club: March, 2020)

 

 

Reckoning Storm

 

With eyes that see and ears that hear,

but hearts that look away

 

Each child unkept—all life bereft,

to rue these mournful days

 

(Children's Hospital Of Philadelphia: March, 2020)

 

 

 

Diametrix

 

Poetry and Political Correctness

—the ultimate Oxymoron

 

(Dreamsleep: March, 2020)  

 

 

Gabriel's Horn

 

In the end…

all we have left

is the music

 

And music,

will be

more than enough

 

(Garrett Hill Pennsylvania: March, 2020)

  • Author: Kurt Philip Behm (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 18th, 2020 10:41
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  • Laura🌻

    Kurt,

    A very interesting write.

    Do you play golf?

    ~Laura~🌻

    • Kurt Philip Behm

      Not anymore, but I was raised on the golf course by 2 fanatics (my parents). While they were hitting golf balls I was dreaming of motorcycles and country roads and distant highways. 🙂

      • Laura🌻

        Glad part of that ‘dreaming of motorcycles and country roads and distant highways’ came true for you!

        I’ve had two avid golfers in my life. 🏌🏻⛳️ 🏌🏻‍♂️
        The fringe benefit for me was traveling with them to many parts of the world where there was a golf course! It wasn’t so bad being ‘a golf widow’!😉
        Now it’s more difficult since I’m not doing much traveling.

      • Kurt Philip Behm

        🙂



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