A Motorcycle And Leather Bag

Kurt Philip Behm

A motorcycle and leather bag,

life seemed so perfect then

 

When everything I cared about…

my backseat was for them

 

The world was such a smaller place,

ideas grandiose

 

To wander aimlessly I did,

and never be morose

 

The road became my staunchest friend,

new places passing by

 

Those girls I met, the love I spent,

the promise in their eyes

 

That special place my memory held,

for years now time sets free

 

A motorcycle—a leather bag,

and all that was to be

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)

 

 

   The Future To The Past

 

To tell if you’re a Poet,

from the first line to your last

 

Do your words connect with feeling,

—the future to the past

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)

 

 

 

   Abandoned And Now Gone

 

We’ve popularized everything,

from the classic to the crass

 

And in doing so, we’ve lost ourselves,

neck deep in the morass

 

If everything is AOK,

then what the hell is wrong

 

Those standards that we’ve built upon,

—abandoned and now gone

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)

  • Author: Kurt Philip Behm (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 21st, 2017 10:38
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Comments4

  • Augustus

    I saw the cover of your book about that trip. Gosh, what happened to standards? Hugs.

  • Tony36

    Great write

  • Kurt Philip Behm

    Thanks, it was fun to do!

  • Kurt Philip Behm

    You Bet!



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