A better critic
than writer…
Your tongue sharpens,
as your pen hacks
Bastardized on the altar
of cold description
Disavowed by the jilted Muse,
—ink bleeding red
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)
No Longer Love Denied
Lusting after a song unsung,
I hunted through your fear
And trapped the demon that kept you mute,
—whose blood drips from my spear
Desirous of your captive voice,
I hung its head up high
And waited for you to sing just once,
—no longer love denied
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)
Rising Again
Always the thunder,
never the rain
Deafening bluster,
masking the plain
Never the thunder,
always the rain
Truth buried under,
—rising again
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)
Oh
Oh, to draft just one
Oh, to say the words
Oh, to remake time
Oh, to once be heard
Oh, to write for you
Oh, to joyous be
Oh, to sing the meaning
Oh, to be set free
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Beautiful poem 🙂
Thanks, Lizzy. Very kind.
Kurt
There is short-line power in each one of these verses - enjoyed the final one especially - thanks for sharing them Kurt.
Thank you, Fay!
Man, In many ways You and I are on some same wavelengths...I have written about many of the same things you have here in writings I have done lately....in any evewnt...amazing work, and I can relate very much so..Perhaps in the Natives traditions we may be from the same caln or otherwise ...something man..something..xxxooo
Thanks Jason. My Sioux-Lakota name is 'Wana Hin Gle.'
(Translates to... 'He Who Happens Now).
Kurt
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