Be a Poet ...
stop trying
to become one
give yourself up
to the sound
Within your lyrics
are so many
pleadings
feelings disjoint
and impound
Open the gate
and let out the dogs
the last fox
almost over
the hill
Scream
if you must
those whispers betrayed
until all that’s been empty
— is filled
(The New Room: September, 2025)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Comments2
Nicely said Kurt a plea for others to join the crowd. Well done my friend
Thanks sincerely.
Most welcome Kurt
This is both raw and liberating...A call to stop performing and simply let it happen. Beautifully done. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Amen again. Thanks so much.
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