At what point…
does the fiction you’ve created become true
At what point…
do old lies make more sense than new truths
At what point…
do prevarication and veracity reframe
At what point…
do they come together—their message the same
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2018)
Dreams Neatly Stacked
Never giving it all
Never losing it all
False wisdom
From the voices of drought
Emptying my heart
With a soul left in parts
All promises
Vain wishes in doubt
But giving it all
New rain started to fall
My eyes opening up
From inside
The clouds pulling back
Showing dreams neatly stacked
Where my will and my spirit
—reside
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2016)
First Love
I loved you with a first love
no second love would ever replace
I loved you with a first love
that when lost was forever to ache
I loved you with a first love
when my words were fresh given and new
I loved you with a first love
—my heart captive with feelings so true
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2016)
For Melissa On Her Birthday
A fair wind blows
into my soul
—its breath to steal my heart
In verses only
you can sing
—of love to never part
(Your Father, May 2nd, 2016)
To Spread Its Wings
(Blues Poem #17)
If music is a celebration
the Blues its hidden nest
As voices rise in jubilation
all souls by delta blessed
Its words reveal a joyous cover
its notes a mojo hymn
Old feelings hatched and beating low
—the Blues to spread its wings
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016)
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Kurt Philip Behm (
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Kurt,
A very thought provoking write!
I’ll be thinking about this one for the rest of the day! Perhaps I’ll be able to come to some personal conclusion!
An excellent posting!
~Laura~
Thanks. I'm much more intrigued with the questions than the answers.
Kurt
Yes, I know you do!
You see, your questions
take me places where
I’ve been and make me
wonder if those lies and
truths have become one!
A lot to think about!
Now that I think about it,
I shouldn’t have used the
word conclusion!
Your are 'THE POET !
Touché!
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