To not appease the critics,
success within our grasp
The charlatans of written words,
venom of the asp
They bury deep inside their dens,
ordained iconoclasts
Passing judgment, casting blame
—on what they fear might last
(To T.R.’s ‘Man In The Arena’ March, 2021)
'Higher Love'
Transcending jazz,
folk and rock,
blues master’s stop and bow
Winwood standing
far above,
we ask not why—but how
(Watching The Master On AXS: March, 2021)
X-Tiempo
Did you make the moment,
did the moment make you
Did you give truth a name
—time forever renewed
(Dreamsleep: March 2021)
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Kurt Philip Behm (
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Nice one, Kurt. I do get a subtle hint that there may be the occasional critic you are not very fond of...
Subtle? 🙂
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