A scant twenty years,
grieved a century or more
Poetically perfect,
in spirit and lore
A man and his horse,
out riding the range
The cattle his instruments,
and music to play
Civil War veterans and blacks
from the South
Through dust and dark clouds,
—snowy blizzards that mount
Together they battled,
in concert they fought
Each unto himself,
life’s harmony caught
The hardship and death,
to him worth the price
Pushing always ahead,
his past now contrite
The only thing telling,
to be left at the end
Was the legend he gave us,
—and the message it sends
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)
The Wings Of An Angel
God is a poet,
his blessings in rhyme
Salvation unmetered,
inspiration divine
His voice calls us inward,
temptation now gone
Where the wings of an Angel,
carry words into song
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
Her Power Accused
Choking on her greatest asset,
America is dying
from freedom abused
Twisting in the wind, a talonless eagle,
her heart ripped open,
—her power accused
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Comments3
Beautifully excellent!
Very kind, thanks
"I'm a cowboy who never saw a cow, nor rope a steer, for i don't know how. Yippie-i-o ki yay." Masterfully done. Love where the wings of an Angel.......
Thanks so much, A.
Kurt
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