Refusing to be labeled,
rejecting type and cast
With choices so enabled,
my freedom first and last
All fantasy as token,
its myths now cast aside
My path remains unbroken,
—false branding singed with lies
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)
The Key
My Grandfather was a Poet,
my Father was a thief
Their spirits fight to own my soul,
—my Son in cradle sleeps
My Grandfather spoke of beauty,
my Father spoke of sin
The truth now locked within a voice,
—whose key I leave to him
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)
Nothing New
The Devil not to be believed,
even when his words are true
Intent to spin ‘que es verdad’
old tactics—nothing new
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)
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Great poems like always. They have an intrigue and linger...
Thanks so much!
Another you might like ...
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1874733/eternity-has-its-say/
A fulfilling read is this trio of lyrical, swift flowing rhyme - great verses Kurt.
Thanks Fay, very kind!
Kurt
My favorite too. We think alike, thanks!
Kurt
Three terrific poems. My Fav is the second. I like the uplifting message of continuation, father to son. The first I liked too, being free enough to choose our own fate. And we all know the Devil is a liar.
Three poems that deliver these messages uniquely and beautifully. Compliments to the poet. - Phil A.
Thanks Phil. I'm honored by your thoughtful comments!
Kurt
I can barely get one poem out every few days and here you are with a delightful trilogy.
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