Writing the final chapter…
the bells in the tower ring for me
Once for each phrase unwritten
twice for each grievance atoned
—as—
“Schoolchildren rise
pulling back the covers on the flowering meadow
Singing my words
blessing the fields as they run
“Memory half gone
released into the cradle of times rebirth
Taking what I gave
and leaving what I could not forgive
“The reasons, the seasons
melding together, flashing lost images
Redeeming their promise
christening new moments forever endowed
“Yesterday and tomorrow
I am free of their deception
My last words to stay hidden
—in the laughter of a child”
(The New Room: June, 2022)
Bird In Hand
Money for today
but not for tomorrow
Bees in the bonnet
cows in the barn
Poverty lessens
the weight of ambition
Our wishes and dreams
back burner to warm
Love for today
but not for tomorrow
Feelings with shelf lives
spoiled by date
The moment usurps
each hour an orphan
Whose bird in the hand
—neither early nor late
(Dreamsleep: June, 2022)
Heat Rises
Answer with Poetry…
tempted by Prose
Passions arousing,
feelings exposed
Silence your dialog,
parry in verse
Now more than ever
—quenching your thirst
(Dreamsleep: June, 2022)
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Kurt Philip Behm (
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Poverty lessen the weight of ambition: How very true these words are!
Thanks RL.
'Poverty lessens
the weight of ambition'..
(symbolism, as modernity's isms
clicks as prayers
ticks and hashtags for belonging's
cues
salvaging our mercy from scripted
fallacy's, in reality documentaries..
mTV's cribs as our dreams
a dollar for noodles and a can, yet
San Fran
averaging two overdoses a day
while
new millionaires are minted
every seven minutes, and
our Youth
leaving their dreams and living as inSta Idol's
hallucinating of the ease, in 49ers
goldrush trappings
clueless, rest
of us
try and resuscitate, volition
within
miscounted votes, assertion
waving flags, that
could never tippex, away
their crimson, stains
in-to
a forgotten, past
free
of regret's, consequences
penny
for your thoughts
at gun-point, we ask
while
raping you, of your worth
with our eyes;
Parrot's in-hand
these last words
of trending, lament
we surrender
as your future, cyclicality
in inheritance as remnant's
synchronicity, for choosing
to believe in humanity's
credentials
to govern a planet, it's already
looted
of mineral and materialistic
worth...
and on
as one
we
swim
regressing
to our tadpoles
of demise
hoping, we too
will be SuperHero, resurrected
like Lazarus, only
we ask
could we get, a few more
days
rest,
first
thanks in advance, and
all the best)
Wisdom and prescience, thanks LB.
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