No Longer Sacred

Kurt Philip Behm

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)

 

 

 

  • Author: Kurt Philip Behm (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 13th, 2026 10:02
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  • sorenbarrett

    Another great set of poems. This time The baby's bathwater is my favorite. Nicely done

    • Kurt Philip Behm

      Thanks. In 1971 I wrote ...

      The only time we escape
      the jungle
      — is in self-delusion



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