An anonymous
shadow
stalks
and it preys
Covering
my exit
in darkness
I stay
Its shroud
of perdition
at home
in my fear
Embedded
till Heaven’s
redemption
— to clear
(1st Book Of Prayers: October, 2025)
In Lament Of The Cowboy
A scant twenty years
grieved a century or more
Poetically perfect
in spirit and lore
A man and his horse
alone on the range
The cattle his instrument
and music to play
Civil War veterans and blacks
from the South
Through dust and dark clouds
even blizzards they mount
Together they battled
in concert they fought
Each unto himself
through prairies uncrossed
The hardship and death
to him worth the price
Pushing always ahead
a stranger to fright
The only thing branded
to be left at the end
Was the legend he gave us
— and the message it sends
(Cowboy Poetry Contest: Elko Nevada, February, 2017)
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Kurt Philip Behm (
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Shadows such a great metaphor, not us they seem the dark side. A doppelganger glued to us for life. Very nicely done Kurt
Thanks Soren. Have a great week.
You are most welcome Kurt, you as well
This is devotion wrapped in dread, a prayer that doesn’t flinch. You remind us that redemption isn’t the absence of fear…it’s the courage to name it in the dark. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛ Well done, Kurt.
Thank for the kind words.
You are most welcome.
Amen my friend. Nice ✍️.
Many thanks.
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