I think like a Buddhist,
but pray like a nun
I see like the mountain,
but reach like the sun
I stand like Gibraltar,
but rage like the sea
And love like a child
—reborn unto Thee
(1st Book Of Prayers: May, 2017)
Sum Zero
To fight a war
you cannot win…
what are you to do?
As missiles fly
and billions die
—the blame belongs to who?
(Dreamsleep: March, 2022)
Beset
Genetics,
our cruelest mistress
the herald’s phantom
In fated shadow
a birthmark staining
—our darkest pall
(Dreamsleep: March, 2022)
- Author: Kurt Philip Behm ( Offline)
- Published: March 19th, 2022 10:40
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 24
Comments3
Beautiful!
Thanks Bella
I love when writing makes me think of every word,thanks,take care,poem on.
Thanks Dean, you made my day!
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