The pages of my life
turn
like falling leaves
as autumn yields to winter
gathering in piles
of remembrance
blowing and scattering
to the four winds
—never to return
(Dreamsleep: November, 2020)
Dark Ivory Tower
Hey Academic,
throw me some facts
Explain to me clearly
each thought you attack
Dear Intellectual,
restate and rephrase
Your version of truth,
empty words in the fray
Hello Professor,
is the poison pill done
Refilled with your venom
to spread to the young
And lastly the Critic
who stands by the wall,
Humpty Dumpty awaiting
your push to then fall
While open minds sit
in the cold and the rain,
Your cowardly torrents
bring nothing but pain
To all those so cloistered,
divorced from what’s real
Perdition your tenure
—inflamed to repeal
(Beaupre: November, 2020)
- Author: Kurt Philip Behm ( Offline)
- Published: November 5th, 2020 11:40
- Category: Unclassified
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- Users favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek
Comments1
Brilliant!!!
imbued with brevity of truth, great insightful commentary as always,
'Hello Professor,
is the poison pill done
Refilled with your venom
to spread to the young'
Thanks LB, that's very kind.
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