The Next Moonless Night (+5)

Kurt Philip Behm

Its chain cut again,

   the demon is loose

 

Deep into the night,

  she hunts darker truths

 

The hallway’s back stairs

  her favorite retreat

 

Until daylight will threaten,

  and her bite becomes weak

 

Then she staggers back wounded

  inside shadows that call

 

Old blood trails now leading  

  to that dark lonely hall

 

Where a door is rechained

  and its lock fastened tight

 

 Until a hacksaw appears

   —with the next moonless night

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)

 

Until Veracity Returned

 

Lying to myself,

  the truth broke free

 

Escaping prevarication

  abandoning my schemes

 

The water got deep,

  as the weight dragged and pulled

 

Until veracity returned

   —resuscitation fulfilled

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)

 

 

 

Fear Now My Prey

 

Repelled by tradition

  and past status-quo

 

I enter the jungle

  where hides the unknown

 

Rejecting excuses

  and all that’s passé

 

My bow is drawn tightly

  —with fear now my prey

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)

 

 

Do You?

 

Do you bore yourself?

 

Do you rent the space

You’re standing in

Owning nothing

But default?

 

Do you recycle words

Until their utterance fails

Mistrusting your ability

To judge what’s right?

 

Do you hedge your bets

Never going all in

For fear of losing the very thing

You haven’t got?

 

Do you count the days

As tedium destroys spontaneity

And all energy drains

From your lifeless form?

 

Do you bore yourself?

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)

 

 

The Moment At Hand

 

Living an eternity

  within each given day

 

The calendar subservient

  to the present foray

 

The moment at hand

  the only timeframe ordained

 

Exploding at once

  —over and over again

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)

 

 

Where Words Never Die

 

From whom was your legacy born

  and where does your destiny lie

 

A voice calling out from the storm

  —a place where the words never die

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)  

  • Author: Kurt Philip Behm (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 15th, 2018 15:24
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Comments1

  • Laura🌻

    Kurt,

    I’m not boring myself at the moment because I’m reading interesting and intriguing poems such as yours!

    Yes, veracity will resuscitate!

    And my legacy was born from where my destiny lies!

    There is a voice that’s always calling from the endless storm and the words are as loud as thunder!

    ~Laura~

    • Kurt Philip Behm

      In addition to your Poetic skills, you would make a
      great publicist.

      Thanks Laura

      Kurt

      • Laura🌻

        Is that so?! 😃

        You’re being too generous!

        Seriously though, I do enjoy your work very much! When I like something, I do make it known!



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