Bench Made Poem, by Kurt Philip Behm, at My poetic side

My verse is like

a bespoke set of clothes,

fit the thing that counts

Each article worn,

new memories born,

to tighten or let out

My head to my toes,

its covering goes,

whose message spoken clear

To tailor new moments,

each stitch a new thread

—bench made to endear

(The New Room: April, 2021)

In His Name Only

“By God anointed…”

religions claim,

then fight to steal His throne

Devotion pledged

in false pretense,

to become the greater known

A figurehead

to suit their needs,

they break His every rule

To seize with power

these ‘Chosen Ones’

—intentions harsh and cruel

(Villanova University: April, 2021)

L. B. Mek April 26th, 2021 06:17
'then fight to steal His throne

Devotion pledged
in false pretense,
to become the greater known'..
yup, if we could take fallible humanity - out
of all that cleric rhetoric
and distil that message of love and unity, imbued
in most of theology, likely
we could halve - all: divisive animosity..
(why ink our words, if not for whispering: our hopeless dreams
a great read, as ever dear poet)
Kurt Philip Behm April 26th, 2021 09:35
As always, eloquent commenting. The prophets must be looking on in
disbelief.

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