Is someone profiting on your wishes and dreams,
renaming your parade
Like a thief in the night they steal every wish,
their own life at best a charade
Is someone else cashing the check you just wrote,
to pay for their larcenous schemes
Has your good name been kidnapped, indentured, enslaved
—as you curdle in search of the cream
(Rosemont College Pennsylvania: March, 2020)
Blankets Of Doubt
Ovarian, Breast, Pancreatic, or Lung…
there’s a look that is shared the same
And staring straight into the eyes of time,
all promises gone and reclaimed
Each moment borrowed and leased from your fear,
the walls crashing one by one
Tonight no longer a sleep guaranteed
—under blankets of doubt unsung
(Dreamsleep: March, 2020)
Surrendering To The Muse
Putting up the white flag,
laying down my gun
Turning my back on fantasy,
projects left undone
Unlike other enemies,
she’s neither front nor back
But lives where only she can go,
where color turns to black
Her voice becomes a mimic,
ventriloquist of my soul
As words come uninvited,
their letters rhyming whole
Resistance now is futile,
my nights pass sleep deprived
Mercy vacant, her voice my own
—all victory denied
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2020)
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Kurt Philip Behm (
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Kurt,
Extraordinary write!
As I was reading
“In Search Of The Cream”,
what reverberated in my mind was
—cream of the crop.
And you are the ‘crème de la crème’ amongst the poets that I read!
~Laura~🌻
That's extremely kind, Laura. Much appreciated.
Sanctum est verum 🙏🏻
Kurt,
• “Blankets Of Doubt”
Nicely penned, my dear friend.
One I have no longer any doubts about!
~Laura~🌻
That's really great, Laura.
Thanks
Kurt,
• “Surrendering To The Muse”
She’s relentless...isn’t she?!
~Laura~🌻
She's even worse than that!
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