Ashes In Shame (+1)

Kurt Philip Behm

Bus drivers and plumbers

don’t start the wars

The nurse or school teacher

too busy inured

What’s common among us

with tasks to withstand

The elected entitled

our blood on their hands

Without a real job

and whose terms don’t expire

They poison the well

with aggrandizements dire

To them it’s a game

that they cannot lose

Their voters just pawns

in a continual ruse

But one day the reaper

with sickle in hand

Will come to reclaim

what’s stolen bedamned

And the serfs will rise up

in an infamous rage

The despots left burning

—their ashes in shame

 

(Radnor Pennsylvania: June, 2023)

 

 

Never Ask ...

 

You’re a Poet

—you don’t need permission

 

(Dreamsleep: June, 2023)

  • Author: Kurt Philip Behm (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 18th, 2023 11:36
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  • Laura🌻

    Dear Kurt,
    Wow…the first word that popped in my head when I read these two poems .

    • “Ashes In Shame”

    ‘And the serfs will rise up
    in an infamous rage
    The despots left burning
    —their ashes in shame‘

    Like an archer with his bow and arrow, you’ve masterfully hit the bullseye; especially with this one.

    • “Never Ask…”
    Yes, indeed…
    You are the consummate poet!

    My admiration and appreciation for your work will never cease.

    Wherever I go,
    Wherever I am,
    A part of me
    It will ever be.

    Laura 🌻

  • Kurt Philip Behm

    And I treasured that ....

    • Laura🌻

      🙏🏻🤗



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