And They Leave Us Alone...

Kurt Philip Behm

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)

  • Author: Kurt Philip Behm (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 19th, 2022 11:17
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Audite Degenerem

    Love it, especially the final line.

  • Raven333

    nice poem you got, if only more people could swallow what they chew..

    • Kurt Philip Behm

      Thanks Raven...most people 🙂

      • Raven333

        Your welcome Kurt

      • L. B. Mek

        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..)

      • Kurt Philip Behm

        Yes, the inevitability of fate...

        Thanks LB.



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