Old men making deals
the young taking bullets
Politicians to steal
no one to prevent it
Athletes and rappers
sit on the throne
Parents and teachers
their message disowned
Freedom on trial
both inside and out
The world in denial
—no place left to shout
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)
The Cost Zero-Sum
The chances I take
transfigure my brain
The harm and the risk
metaphysically the same
They rush through my spirit
all fear on the run
Transformation now total
—the cost zero-sum
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)
The Cure
Poetic psychiatry,
the now proven way
Much cheaper and faster,
once here—then to stay
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)
That Which Sustains
The visionary dies,
but the image remains
To that we are faithful,
to that which sustains
The Poet is gone,
but his words are reborn
In the hearts of the needy
—those once left forlorn
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2018 )
Down Through The Ages
There’s safety in rhythm
salvation in rhyme
Truth in the format
a structure sublime
To children and sages
their message rings true
And down through the ages
—speaks loudest to you
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2018)
The Minefield
Public exposure….
part of the game
Open disclosure….
paid for with pain
A window through time
opened once and then closed
Immortality’s portal
—the minefield you chose
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)
- Author: Kurt Philip Behm ( Offline)
- Published: March 9th, 2018 00:01
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 18
- Users favorite of this poem: Laura🌻, Lorna
Comments2
Spot on, Kurt!
You’ve scribed what many of us think and feel! At times there’s such a helpless feeling...like a void that cannot be filled!
~Laura~
Thanks so much!
Helpless, helpless Kurt..... I so agree. I posted one today with a similar sad view of what the kids have to look forward to........
I truly believe our words can help to change things.
Thank you
Lorna
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