Straddling the candle,
too close to the flame
A fiery benediction,
—a smoldering refrain
(Grantham New Hampshire: February, 2017)
Another’s Contraband
Do you play inside the Corn Flakes,
or are corn stalks more you game
Is that Hersey Bar the answer,
or the cocoa or cocaine
Do you clerk for someone’s feelings,
inspiration all be damned,
Your legacy an afterthought,
—of another’s contraband
(Grantham New Hampshire: February, 2017)
Only What Is
You can’t alter reality
with an opinion
You can’t alter reality
with a drug
To alter reality you must force
time upon itself
Defining the indefinable,
—leaving only what is
(Grantham New Hampshire: February, 2017)
Your Children
When playing with
the word never
Your children hold
the only trump card
(Grantham New Hampshire: February, 2017)
- Author: Kurt Philip Behm ( Offline)
- Published: February 25th, 2017 08:33
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments4
Wonderful write
Thanks, Tony!
Are you a Himalayan priest? I thought so . nice and wonderful work. ww
Maybe a Buddhist monk... I agree, Kurt's work is vintage poetry.
Not in this lifetime :), but my novel 'Darkening Sun' takes place
(in great part) between Lhasa and Kathmandu. The Dalai Lama
has always been a personal hero.
Thanks
I believe I have clerked for others feelings too much in my life. It is a hard habit to break. I never say never. Hey, hey.
We all have 🙂
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