Be it good or then bad…
defined after the fact
Acceptance—rejection,
a dog or a cat
The goals of Centurions,
or those of a Priest
Different agendas,
a moveable feast
Be it virtue or vice,
their adherents will claim
Then shout from the rafters,
to freely rename
But in for a penny,
or out for a pound
A lasting consensus
—will never be found
(St. David’s Pennsylvania: October, 2020)
False Claim
Demanding possession…
nine tenths of the law
Last bone to fight over
—its marrow still raw
(Dreamsleep: October, 2020)
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Kurt Philip Behm (
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Kurt,
• “Moveable Feast”
An interesting title...
In my humble opinion, it will be ‘movable’
till the end of time.
The text of your poem has reminded me of the state we’re currently in.
A timeless and poignant write.
• “False Claim”
I wonder...
Shall I hold on to that last bone?!
hmmm 🤔
Two great thought provoking writes. I
enjoyed reading both of them.
Laura🌻
it seems with every week you are refining your distinct style of seamless rhythm, it's a privilege to be part of your journey - watching-on, as you strive for the perfection residing in your passion,
great write
That's very kind of you, LB, and deeply appreciated.
Thanks again.
Kurt
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