A Poet dies
and
the world lives
to mourn
Rereading his
words
a new spirit
is born
In paradigms
searching
for hope and
reprieve
His memory
calls out
to those
— who believe
(Dreamsleep: May, 2025)
Paper Tigers
Some go
through life
in a sophomoric
zone
Knowing about
strangers
while being
alone
To ever
quote names
or that face
in the crowd
Aggrandizing
self
as their folly
— astounds
(Reading Market Philadelphia: May, 2025)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Comments3
We do live on in words left behind. A lovely write Kurt
Like children ... they grow, change, and take on new life.
Wonderful poem, Kurt. Totally true and relatable. 🌹👏
Glad it worked for you. Thanks TR.
You’re welcome!
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