More honor
in shame
than ever
false glory
The larceny
of time
cleft moments
abscond
Passion
untitled
prescience
but memory
Pandering
fantasies
prevaricate
long
Lost verses
of blood
all pain
in their letting
Remembrance
a shadow
of days
underserved
Redemption
a silence
that screams
in our absence
Placating
our fear
when the Sirens
— are heard
(The New Room: February, 2026)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Kurt once again a poem of depth "more honor in shame than ever false glory" Such a wonderful phrase. For that alone a fave my friend
I thought you might like that line. Thanks Soren.
Kurt, this reads like a litany of reckoning. The honor in shame, the larceny of time, redemption screaming in silence…each image builds a restrained but intense moral landscape. The closing Sirens leave it suspended in warning. Great job.🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
It woke me up at 3:00 am screaming in my ear. Thanks TR.
I know those type. Most welcome, my friend!
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