Success
is no more emails
Not one
throughout the day
No beeps
and no vibrations
to clutter up
the quay
My sails are up
the winds are fair
distractions
far abeam
No G.P.S.
or radar
To chart
— this sailor’s dream
(Annapolis To Bermuda: August, 2005)
Fool Them Once — Fool Them Twice
Oh Bernie, Bernie
as crooked
thou art
Thy wife
more dishonest
filling up thy cart
A noble pair
thoust do
protest
Within
thy harvest
and monied chest
To hide among
a lost
enclave
With fortunes
promise
most illy made
Behind thy mask
corruption
flames
Thy hoax
to bear
— eternal shame
(The New Room: July, 2026)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Comments4
Two good ones Kurt hard to pick between the two. Well done
Thanks Soren. Have a great weekend.
Wow, Kurt...what a fascinating pairing. The first gives me room to breathe, while the second comes roaring in with accusation and fire. That contrast across the years makes these especially compelling together. Excellent work, my friend! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Many thanks.
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