All Scepters Disowned

Kurt Philip Behm

I don’t bow to money,

I don’t bow to fame

 

I kneel to that one thing,

that time cannot change

 

I don’t speak for ‘right,’

and won’t speak for ‘wrong’

 

My liege is the truth,

all court jesters gone

 

I don’t hope to be knighted,

my shield more concave

 

And rejecting all title,

the past still enslaved

 

My will lay unbroken,

my heart for a throne

 

A crown jeweled with memory,

—all scepters disowned

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)

 

 

 

Together As One

 

Eighteen or eighty,

my age the words hide

 

Beginning or ending,

a life or death slide

 

My breath stays unseasoned,

its truth zero-sum

 

A child or a sage,

—together as one

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2107)

  • Author: Kurt Philip Behm (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 25th, 2017 10:24
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Comments2

  • Louis Gibbs

    Memory of truth to one's self ... those are the jewels in your crown? Do I interpret it correctly?

    • Kurt Philip Behm

      Thanks, Louis. I like your interpretation.

      Kurt

    • FredPeyer

      Kurt I do like your writing a lot! And you are your own man, not bowing to anything or anybody. But we still get influenced, don't we?

      • Kurt Philip Behm

        Amen to you, Fred. Life is a constant process
        of stripping off the unwanted layers.

        Stay vertical, with your nose in the wind!

        I'm reading a book about Hawaii now...

        "Barbarian Days: A Surfing Life"

        As an old surfer, it's calling for me to get
        my 8' 4''' Conn CC Rider down off the rafters
        and head for my favorite break.

        Kurt

        • FredPeyer

          While I don't surf (hurts too much on the ribs!) I do have an 88 Honda Hawk GT NT650. Unfortunately it is awaiting some much needed repairs right now.

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