Angels On Mute

Kurt Philip Behm

Welcome loneliness my old friend,

to mark the hours emptiness sends

 

In the middle of the cold and dark,

the vanishing call of a last meadowlark

 

leaving me stranded,

deep in the well

 

Counting the minutes where time has conspired,

lusting for something whose clock has expired

 

This silence a chorus of Angels on mute,

promising nothing, all vows to refute

 

left and abandoned

—deserted in hell

 

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2020)

 

 

In Sheep's Clothing

 

Morons and liars,

all facts to mislead

 

Their wool to disguise

—the truth unperceived  

 

(The Mainstream Media: November, 2020)

 

  • Author: Kurt Philip Behm (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 23rd, 2020 11:30
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  • RDS

    Lovely poem thanks Kurt I don't know if such silence speaks to us through experience but I could hear the absence.

    Which leads to MSM talking points, not news or investigative reporting.

  • Kurt Philip Behm

    Thanks RDS.

    Kurt



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