The Ocean has no conscience,
no judgment, joy, or hate
She dances with you to her beat
in stirring waves of fate
With reverence you may enter
all blessings on the day
But just one slip and she reminds
what ancient mariners say…
“Red sky at morning, sailors take warning
red sky at night, sailors delight”
Her message best taken when early to bed
life in the balance, her power to dread
(Rosemont Pennsylvania: June, 2022)
"Before I Sleep"
Till life retires me I won’t retire
all cries to uncles stalled
And won’t slow down or buy the farm
till Abraham has called
My will as though a five-year-olds
wild and dancing free
Those trees of life I’ve yet to climb
still calling out to me
The view much clearer though ladder worn
from high atop myself
With passions free and burning hot
each thought more deeply felt
Somewhere a bugle waits for me
an Angel standing by
To blow my name when time abates
—upon whose wings I’ll fly
(Beaupre: June, 2022)
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Kurt Philip Behm (
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Comments3
Haunting read, Kurt.
Reads aloud beautifully. We may have missed the turning point. Comming about may be in order.
Watch out for the boom 🙂
Very nice rhythm makes the reading of the poem pleasing.
Thanks for reading....
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