A man
is not what
he wants to be
but what he has to be
A dream
no longer
the dreamers
leaving our sleep undreamed
A vow
no longer
a promise
when fidelity has died
And trust
no longer
sacred
— when intent becomes a lie
__________
The Past
I lost you to love
you left me for dead
Before moving on
and leaving our bed
That dream that we shared
no longer alive
The present imperfect
— the past but a lie
________
The Baby’s Bathwater
The worst form
of delusion
is self-delusion
The worst form
of denial
denying what’s felt
The worst form
of deception
is self-deception
The worst form
of rejection
— rejecting the self
________
Shoo
Those who can ...
do
Those who can’t ...
mime
Go paint your face
for one who cares
As blissfully
— I rhyme
________
Doomed To Repeat
Crying about
the effects of war
will never stop
or prevent them
Evil inside
the human mind
violence births
its fatal intention
The best laid plans
a pathway to hell
devoid of
any action
Asleep at the switch
its gene still in place
to surface again
— in greed’s superfaction
________
Endure
Disagree
without being
disagreeable
Resist
without burning
it down
Commit
without being
a fanatic
Endure
without wearing
— a frown
(The New Room: July, 2026)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Another great set of poems. This time The baby's bathwater is my favorite. Nicely done
Thanks. In 1971 I wrote ...
The only time we escape
the jungle
— is in self-delusion
You are most welcome Kurt delusion the savior of sanity
Kurt, this is one powerful collection, my friend. Every piece cuts straight to the point without wasting a word, and together they build a compelling meditation on integrity, truth, and endurance. Wonderful work. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
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