Asked about
his gender
The Son
says “NO”
“I created
them solely
for procreation
to flow
“The love child
of Mary
and My Father
on high
“I purpose
them both
my Holy Spirit
— alive”
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Never
Living to the max
the writing comes easy
(BUT)
You’ll never live easy
— and write to the max
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The Temptress
The Divine Tyranny
of Art
Whose anguished temptation
forever imparts
It grows in your spirit
while taking its tole
And leaves you abandoned
— alone unconsoled
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Come Rocinante
He was a pilgrim
in defense of a shrine
That doesn’t exist
a mirage in the wind
A new Don Quixote
tilting at windmills
His gaze but a portal
— to the fire within
(Dreamsleep: July, 2026)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Kurt the first poem is ingenious and quite deep in religious philosophy well done and a fave.
Thanks Man.
What I enjoyed most here is how each vignette stands on its own while still feeling connected by a reflective, philosophical spirit. Whether touching on faith, creativity, or the Don Quixote imagery at the close, there's a sense of wrestling with ideas rather than settling them. A thoughtful collection, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Poignant words as usual, thanks so much.
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