Wannabees always seem to know
who the really tough guys are
Their carriage indefinable
though marked by every scar
The pheromones of conquest
carried by the chosen few
Who rumble through the tallest grass
—swallowing what they chew
(Dreamsleep: July, 2022)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
Offline) - Published: July 19th, 2022 11:17
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Comments4
Love it, especially the final line.
Thanks, that's the dividing line.
nice poem you got, if only more people could swallow what they chew..
Thanks Raven...most people 🙂
Your welcome Kurt
Brilliant!
dear Poet
forgive me, i couldn't help
but try and scribble a little
poetic reply..
(Praying Mantis
in words and deeds, but
each of them swears, they
were born as angels
which unveils the question
is it their life's
tall green, horizons
that curates magnetic attraction, in-to
retrospective beginnings, to devastation..
funny
through it all, victims
seem to simply, be grateful
for the relief, like
surrendering to that inevitability
of cyclicality's, addictively vicious
cruelty..)
Yes, the inevitability of fate...
Thanks LB.
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