Laid with words
the writers stone
A fortress was columned
my only real home
The poetry safe
as it stammered and tried
As my feelings unbridled
from the outsiders lies
Each year added substance
to this home of the verse
My thoughts never silenced
or my feelings there terse
All that’s needed to go there
blind captured belief
All that’s needed to know
is that time is the thief
My vision unshaken
from this chair with two wheels
The advice from the experts
to wither and yield
But my place more than sacred
an invincible throne
Independent of body
times seed now unsown
And the moment before
I take my last breath
I will enter forever
where before I had left
The trumpets will sound
as immortality calls
To that space then my refuge
the sum of it all
As the memories chase reason
the facts storm again
But the tents of my solitude
keep out their wind
For generations that follow
and their children that ask
This place I now dwell in
is for all hard and fast
Just believe in its message
and its fortune to change
Just believe in transcendence
with all things the same
Until the day that that final
trumpet may blow
And everything seen
is all there’s to know
Your message then solid
as the door opens wide
And those things that are yours
to the heavens arrive
And the joy that you feel
thinking back on it all
From that place deep inside
—where first destiny called
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)
Without The Other
Life without death
joy without pain
No reference, no bearing,
no loss—no gain
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)
After Midnight
After Midnight
The narcissists fall
After Midnight
A new lyric calls
After Midnight
The bugles will blow
After Midnight
There’s more left to know
After Midnight
The lizards collect
After Midnight
All tales to reflect
After Midnight
The ticking won’t stop
After Midnight
The bottom has topped
After Midnight
A cancerous tome
After Midnight
Malignancy known
After Midnight
Betray and deceive
After Midnight
Alone in the siege
After Midnight
All footsteps fall deaf
After Midnight
Last palate uncleft
After Midnight
New story to front
After Midnight
A star for the dunce
After Midnight
The comets rebel
After Midnight
The coroners yell
After Midnight
A suit made of steel
After Midnight
Its melting reveals
After Midnight
The plain and the slack
After Midnight
There’s no turning back
After Midnight
A sacred oath sworn
After Midnight
All memory forlorn
After Midnight
The wheels bend and turn
After Midnight
Lost vision relearns
After Midnight
False birth is stillborn
After Midnight
Old vestments are torn
After Midnight
The here and the now
After Midnight
That one sacred cow
After Midnight
Past-Future unseen
After Midnight
—new eyes that believe
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)
- Author: Kurt Philip Behm ( Offline)
- Published: February 27th, 2018 01:23
- Category: Unclassified
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- Users favorite of this poem: Lorna
Comments1
Beautifully crafted and thoughtful!
Thank you, Lorna. Much appreciated!
Kurt
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