You can go anywhere as someone else,
the masks and jesters play
invisible to sound and touch
the Lords and Creatures pray
To rent the future—sell the past,
the landlord still unnamed
invulnerable to what they sell
the real prize still unclaimed
To cry out once your voice reversed
lone echo at your back
the Landed Gentry comes and goes
—the crossroads blackest cat
(The New Room: April, 2022)
To Charge Within
I put a saddle on the wind
and rode it through the storm
The bridle placed, the buckle cinched,
the reins, my soul reborn
Inside each stirrup passion spurs,
the present close at hand
Behind whose mane I charge within
—in search of who I am
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)
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Kurt Philip Behm (
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'invulnerable to what they sell'..
(vaunted, that sea of belonging
cajoled, wheedled and enticed
we seek our shores, to belonging
their buffet of lies sweetened
insures, we'll surrender and comply
just one more bite
will surely get right
mounting debts, whilst dreams decay)
just another profound, write
dear Poet
(as ever, I humbly
read and learn)
Thanks LB. Very kind of you.
Kurt
I keep repeating the second stanza, and so many things come to mind. A very thought provoking poem, beautifully crafted.
Thanks Bella. It's my favorite stanza too.
Dear Kurt,
‘Behind whose mane I charge within
—in search of who I am’
I love this ending and the line
‘the Landed Gentry comes and goes
—the crossroads blackest cat’
Thought provoking to say the least.
Laura 🌻
Thanks again, Laura.
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