Call me a Poet,
but I’m just a writer
these words that I breathe
respoken much later
Call me a Poet,
my couplets in rhyme
each stanza to shorten
with meaning sublime
Call me a Poet,
my retinue sounder
to live by the moment
my squares getting rounder
Call me a Poet,
I’ll call you the same
if one phrase you’ll tender
—attached to your name
(The New Room: March, 2022)
Moon Shot
Transcending the light of reason,
can words do more than wait
(Dreamsleep: March, 2022)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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I really like this piece Kurt, great read
Thanks Blue Orchid.
wonderful poem with great rhyme, well done : )
Thanks Sally
Fantastic!
Thanks so much, Rocky
Oh I just love this! Great rhymes!
Thanks Christina
Kurt,
I spy a challenge in your first-rate poem; here’s my feeble attempt to your challenge…
A poet I am not,
a dreamer I am
today’s regrets are
tomorrow’s satisfactions
Thank you for sharing, my dear Poet.
Laura🌻
I like the last 2 lines.
🙂
Thank you.
After much deliberation, I’ve finally realized what I once thought of as regrets are really satisfactions.
Kurt,
Your ‘Dreamsleep’ is most intriguing.
‘can words do more than wait’
Hmmm 🤔…
an interesting query.
Laura🌻
...only a Buddhist would know.
🙂
…embarking on a mission to find a genuine Buddhist. 😉
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