To live life as a Poet,
to slay the demon time
Your spirit freed with every verse,
in meter and in rhyme
To reach beyond your passion,
to say what others feel
To bring tomorrow home today,
the devils wrath to reel
To wander past your memory,
returning once again
Each word a ticket through the gate,
its path now lined with friends
Their faces each and every one,
a title to a poem
That left your hand so long ago,
—with heaven its to roam
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)
Heaven Only Knows
Locked inside a rhythm,
married to each sound
The cadence plays a wedding march,
the rhyme our vow out loud
Betrothed inside their union,
a love forever grows
Verses come and children play,
—as heaven only knows
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)
The Devil At The Gate
Does corruption blind intelligence,
does greed devour truth
Will intention cast the final vote,
its motives never moot
As David slew Goliath,
Lilliputians lie in wait
To bind and tie an Angels wings,
—the Devil at the gate
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)
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Kurt Philip Behm (
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Comments3
Well written and expressed Great write
Thanks Tony
Welcome
1. Your poetry is heaven sent, at least for me. I will take some of it back with me if I am allowed through the gates.
2. Just a thought-- perhaps you long to play
3. Yes to corruption and intention. I take it that the Devil, a fallen angel can be carried off and dealt with.
Inspiring.
Thanks, A. Those gates are wide open. Your comments are illuminating.
Thanks, as always.
Kurt
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